The Story of the Woman's PartyGillmore, Inez Haynes
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The Story of the Woman's Party
Gillmore, Inez Haynes
National Woman's Party; Paul, Alice, 1885-1977; Women -- Suffrage -- United States
So I journeyed out to Mayesville—arrived on hog-killing day—at the house
of Dabs—impressive person, leading farmer of South Carolina. We ate all
day, and sat around a glorious fire, and in the afternoon Mr. Dabs wrote
a letter that he gave me to take to town to mail that helped more than
we’ll ever know. In the letter Dabs spoke for the farmers, urged Pollock
to declare for the Suffrage Amendment, and ended, “We farmers are doing
little talking but a lot of thinking.”
I always believed if Pollock voted, he would vote “Yes.” But Mrs.
William P. Vaughan of Greenville, our State Chairman, and I tramped the
State up and down, saying, “There’ll be no vote—unless Pollock
declares.”
Finally one night Senator Pollock’s secretary appeared at my hotel in
Columbia, and he said, “Don’t say again that Pollock is defeating
Suffrage by delay.” I said, “Well, then, get him to declare.” He said,
“I’m going to Washington, going tomorrow. Good night. We will have a
surprise for you within a week—within three days.” And at once, after
weeks and weeks of campaigning, Senator Pollock of South Carolina broke
the Conservative record of his State, declared “Yes,” and voted “Yes,”
on the freedom of American women.
When it was all over—his vote and our campaign to get him to declare—I
came back to Washington, had lunch with him at the Capitol, and sat,
while he told me of the numerous people in South Carolina who had asked
him to vote “Yes!” “You’ll never know the sentiment that exists in South
Carolina,” was all he said. But I felt we knew.
Florida
Getting the South Florida Press Association at its annual meeting to
endorse the Federal Suffrage Amendment was marvelous fun—I learned that
Senator Trammell had gotten solid support from two counties, and owed
this support to a man named Goolsby—editor. So I hired a car and made
for Goolsby. He is a very powerful newspaper man. We sat around a log
fire, with the wife, a parrot, and a cat, and finally he said he was
going in two days to a meeting of the South Florida Press Association,
and that he was President. I said, “I’m going too.” He said, “Well,
there’s hope while there’s life—they’re against you, but you can try.” I
felt that we could do it, talked it all over with him, and said that I
would be down to put the resolution in regardless of the results—but
that I knew it could pass.
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