MISS E. B. Don't think that going to prison has any fears for us. We'd go _for life_ if by doing that we could get freedom for the rest of the women. VOICES. "Hear, hear!" "Rot!" "W'y don't the men 'elp ye to get your rights?" MISS E. B. Here's some one asking why the men don't help. It's partly they don't understand yet--they _will_ before we've done! (_Laughter._) Partly they don't understand yet what's at stake---- RESPECTABLE OLD MAN (_chuckling_). Lord, they're a 'educatin' of us! VOICE. Wot next? MISS E. B.--and partly that the bravest man is afraid of ridicule. Oh, yes; we've heard a great deal all our lives about the timidity and the sensitiveness of women. And it's true. We _are_ sensitive. But I tell you, ridicule crumples a man up. It steels a woman. We've come to know the value of ridicule. We've educated ourselves so that we welcome ridicule. We owe our sincerest thanks to the comic writers. The cartoonist is our unconscious friend. Who cartoons people who are of no importance? What advertisement is so sure of being remembered? POETIC YOUNG MAN. I admit that. MISS E. B. If we didn't know it by any other sign, the comic papers would tell us _we've arrived_! But our greatest debt of gratitude we owe, to the man who called us female hooligans. (_The crowd bursts into laughter._) We aren't hooligans, but we hope the fact will be overlooked. If everybody said we were nice, well-behaved women, who'd come to hear us? _Not the men._ (_Roars._) Men tell us it isn't womanly for us to care about politics. How do they know what's womanly? It's for women to decide that. Let the men attend to being manly. It will take them all their time. VOICE. Are we down-'earted? Oh no! MISS E. B. And they say it would be dreadful if we got the vote, because then we'd be pitted against men in the economic struggle. But that's come about already. Do you know that out of every hundred women in this country eighty-two are wage-earning women? It used to be thought unfeminine for women to be students and to aspire to the arts--that bring fame and fortune. But nobody has ever said it was unfeminine for women to do the heavy drudgery that's badly paid. That kind of work had to be done by _some_body--and the men didn't hanker after it. Oh, no. (_Laughter and interruption._) A MAN ON THE OUTER FRINGE. She can _talk_--the little one can. ANOTHER. Oh, they can all "talk." A BEERY, DIRTY FELLOW OF FIFTY. I wouldn't like to be 'er 'usban'. Think o' comin' 'ome to _that_! HIS PAL. I'd soon learn 'er!