WORKING WOMAN. If it wus only to use fur _our_ comfort, d'ye think many o' you workin' men would be found turnin' over their wyges to their wives? No! Wot's the reason thousands do--and the best and the soberest? Because the workin' man knows that wot's a pound to _'im_ is twenty shillin's to 'is wife. And she'll myke every penny in every one o' them shillin's _tell_. She gets more fur _'im_ out of 'is wyges than wot 'e can! Some o' you know wot the 'omes is like w'ere the men don't let the women manage. Well, the Poor Laws and the 'ole Government is just in the syme muddle because the men 'ave tried to do the national 'ousekeepin' without the women. (_Roars._) But, like I told you before, it's a libel to say it's only the well-off women wot's wantin' the vote. Wot about the 96,000 textile workers? Wot about the Yorkshire tailoresses? I can tell you wot plenty o' the poor women think about it. I'm one of them, and I can tell you we see there's reforms needed. _We ought to 'ave the vote_ (_jeers_), and we know 'ow to appreciate the other women 'oo go to prison fur tryin' to get it fur us! (_With a little final bob of emphasis and a glance over shoulder at the old woman and the young one behind her, she seems about to retire, but pauses as the murmur in the crowd grows into distinct phrases._ "They get their 'air cut free." "Naow they don't, that's only us!" "Silly Suffragettes!" "Stop at 'ome!" "'Inderin' policemen--mykin' rows in the streets!") VOICE (_louder than the others_). They sees yer ain't fit t'ave---- OTHER VOICES. "Ha, ha!" "Shut up!" "Keep quiet, cawn't yer?" (_General uproar._) CHAIRMAN. You evidently don't know what had to be done by _men_ before the extension of the Suffrage in '67. If it hadn't been for demonstrations of violence---- (_His voice is drowned._) WORKING WOMAN (_coming forward again, her shrill note rising clear_). You s'y woman's plyce is 'ome! Don't you know there's a third of the women o' this country can't afford the luxury of stayin' in their 'omes? They _got_ to go out and 'elp make money to p'y the rent and keep the 'ome from bein' sold up. Then there's all the women that 'aven't got even miseerable 'omes. They 'aven't got any 'omes _at all_. NOISY YOUNG MAN. You said _you_ got one. W'y don't you stop in it? WORKING WOMAN. Yes, that's like a man. If one o' you is all right, he thinks the rest don't matter. We women---- NOISY YOUNG MAN. The lydies! God bless 'em! (_Voices drown her and the_ CHAIRMAN.) OLD NEWSVENDOR (_to_ NOISY YOUNG MAN). Oh, take that extra 'alf pint 'ome and _sleep it off_!