In the meantime, a feeling of acute discontent was growing in the women of the United States. The older women—and they were the third generation to demand the vote—were beginning to ask how long this period of entreaty must be protracted. The younger women—the fourth generation to demand the vote—were becoming impatient with the out-worn methods of their predecessors. Moreover, when the disfranchised women of the East visited the enfranchised States of the West, their eyes were opened in a practical way to the extraordinary injustice of their own disfranchisement. Equally, the enfranchised women of the West, moving to Eastern States, resented their loss of this political weapon. On many women in America the militant movement of England had produced a profound impression. A new note had crept into the speeches made by the members of the Woman’s Party—the note of this impatience and resentment. It will be remembered that Mrs. Kent told the President that the women voters of the West were accustomed to being listened to with attention by politicians, and that they resented the effort to make it seem that they were merely trying to bother a very busy official. Mrs. Blatch had told him that the time had gone by when she would stand on street corners and ask the vote from every Tom, Dick, and Harry; that she was determined to appeal instead to the men who spoke her own language and who had in charge the affairs of the government. Doris Stevens, in an interview in the _Omaha Daily News_ for June 29, 1919, voices perfectly what her generation was feeling. A successful young Harvard engineer said to me the other day, “I don’t believe you realize how much men objected to your picketing the White House. Now I know what I’m talking about. I’ve talked with men in all walks of life, and I tell you they didn’t approve of what you women did.” This last with warmer emphasis and a scowl of the brow. “I don’t suppose you were in a position to know how violently men felt about it.” I listened patiently and courteously. Should I disillusion him? I thought it was the honest thing to do. “Why, of course men didn’t like it. Do you think we imagined they would? We knew they would disapprove. When _did men ever_ applaud women fighting for their own liberty? We are approved only when we fight for yours!” “You don’t mean to say you planned to do something knowing men would not approve?” I simply had to tell him, “Why, certainly! We’re just beginning to get confidence in ourselves. At last we’ve learned to make and stand by our own judgments.” “But going to jail. That was pretty shocking.” “Yes, indeed it was. It not only shocked us that a government would be alarmed enough to do such a thing, but what was more to the point, it shocked the entire country into doing something quickly about Woman Suffrage.” * * * * *