Only As We Live, Think, Feel, And

The Original Necessity For The Ceaseless Presence Of The Woman To Maintain That Altar Fire - And It Was An Altar Fire In Very Truth At One Period - Has Passed With The Means Of Prompt Ignition; The Matchbox Has Freed The Housewife From That Incessant Service, But The Feeling That Women Should Stay At Home Is With Us Yet.

We Are Pushed Forward By The Social Forces, Reluctant And Stumbling, Our Faces Over Our Shoulders, Clutching At Every Relic Of The Past As We Are Forced Along; Still Adoring Whatever Is Behind Us. We Insist Upon Worshipping 'the God Of Our Fathers.' Why Not The God Of Our Children? Does Eternity Only Stretch One Way?

The Child Learns More Of The Virtues Needed In Modern Life-of Fairness, Of Justice, Of Comradeship, Of Collective Interest And Action-in A Common School Than Can Be Taught In The Most Perfect Family Circle

Until Mothers Earn Their Livings, Women Will Not

In Great Cities Where People Of Ability Abound, There Is Always A Feverish Urge To Keep Ahead, To Set The Pace, To Adopt Each New Fashion In Thought And Theory As Well As In Dress - Or Undress.