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Show THE CAMPAIGN AS A WOMAN SEES IT. What You Must Do and What You Must Endure When You Have a Husband Honored By the Nation. BY MARY BAIRD BRYAN. There is an excellent reason which keeps me from giving a detailed account I of the journeys made during the last campaign. To rise with the lark, and sometimes even earlier; to eat meals upon the instalment pian; to receive local committees, and in turn be received re-ceived by several thousand people Jfir . - :r i 1 Vv- LUtt. HANDSOME STREET GOWN ' FOR EARLY FALL. daily, and to retire 'late, do not leave a great deal of time for meditation or for the keeping of-'a. diary. I cannot, then, speak in detail, because I do not remember the campaign in that 'way.' It takes no acute observation to find that certain elements in all crowds are the same. We came to expect these types in every gathering and were not disappointed. They grew to be old friends. The man who has not voted for twenty years; the man who has vowed that he will shake the' candidate's candi-date's hand, and who does it at all hazards; haz-ards; the man who voted for Jackson; the man who exhorts the speaker to "hit 'em again," and the man who voted vot-ed for Lincoln but is "going to scratch his ticket this year" are some of the faithful. But the greatest of these, the same in all climates and sectibns, in city and in country, untiring, energetic and omnipresent, om-nipresent, is the American small boy. So much has been written of him that it seems folly to add. my words of mention men-tion of him. He w-as first to greet us i at every station, running far down the track to meet the train, and whether his mission was to shout for the nominee nomi-nee or to inform him that he was in the soup" and "no good," the work was always done with neatness and dispatch. From freight cars and engines, from roofs of depots, from trees and fences, his shrill little voice could" be distinguished distin-guished through any din. If the candidate can-didate failed to appear as soon as the train stopped, pushing and scrambling went on outside. Strong little hands clutched the' window frames and dirty faces peered in. "Why don't he come out?" "Say, I played hooky to see him;" "Which is him?" "Where is he at?" "I say, there, come out," were some of the phrases belonging to such occasions. But with all his apparent loyalty to principle, I discovered that this youth is full of guile. I have seen him more than once slip off his yellow badge and hide it in order to get a button from my hand. At other times he has shouted shout-ed long and loud for "honest money." and fought the next minute to secure a flower from my bouquet. But with all these little tricks peculiar pe-culiar to boyhood, he was a pleasing factor in the campaign. Faithful to the last, he ran after the train until he was exhausted. I found great amusement amuse-ment in dropping apples of discord, looking strangely like campaign buttons, but-tons, along the track and watchins the exciting contests which followed. More than once did I fervently wish that all this wealth of energy and push may be directed in paths of sobriety so-briety and good citizenship. Our country coun-try needs no other safeguard-To safeguard-To my mind, night meetings rank first in point of effectiveness. The small space saved from the grasp of darkness by blazing torches, the sharp outlines, the ghost-like flutter of banners ban-ners in the twilight rim of thee rowd, the intensity of sound wihch comes with the night, combine to make an impressive scene. , I recall with especial pleasure one picture in our reception at Cleveland, O. The time of our coming was particularly par-ticularly opportune, namely, at the early twilight. Before us rose a massive mas-sive arch, seemingly a bit of ancient Rome transplanted for our pleasure. This effect was heightened by the soldiers' sol-diers' monument at our right whose tall shaft in the uncertain light did duty as the column of Trajan. Crowded Crowd-ed upon its pedestal and at its base, filling streets, windows and even trees, was a multitude of cheering people, while thousands of flags waved us a gentle Welcome. I cite this, one of many instances, to -show that the artistic ar-tistic sense may find gratification even in a campaign. The pathetic 'side of life was very much in evidence. One saw an earnestness earnest-ness and depth , of feeling which seemed to belong rather to religion than to politics. I will not quote the words of loyalty and benediction which were daily spoken, but these evidences of genuine good will can never be forgotten. for-gotten. ' Among the fnore unusual features may be mentioned the interest taken by women. .The activity w-as not confined to any 0D party, but was found everywhere' fttzsanaLly. . I was glad the women were aroused. This movement does not involve the Question Ques-tion of women suffrage. For several years I have felt that home is the place to make good citizens. citi-zens. When the women of our land have a knowledge of the way our government gov-ernment is administered and can give the child an intelligent answer to his questions, the child will take an interest inter-est and pride in his future citizenship. When husband and wife discuss at home the acts of our legislatures and the effect of laws upon the people, there will be less of successful lobbying lobby-ing by corporations and railroads. When families look into the advantages advan-tages of municipal ownership of lighting light-ing and water plants: when they study the practical workings of these reforms as seen in European cities, there will be changes in municipal government. A knowledge along these lines makes a woman a beter wife and mother and trains young people to prize our institutions. |