BY HARRY LEON WILSON


It may have been surmised that our sterling young candidate for district
attorney had not yet become skilled in dalliance with the equivocal; that
he was no adept in ambiguity; that he would confront all issues with a
rugged valiance susceptible of no misconstruction; that, in short, George
Remington was no trimmer.

If he opposed an issue, one knew that he opposed it from the heart out. He
said so and he meant it. And, being opposed to the dreadful heresy of equal
suffrage, no reader of the Whitewater _Sentinel_ that morning could say,
as the shrewd so often say of our older statesmen, that George was
"side-stepping."

Not George's the mellow gift to say, in effect, that of course woman should
vote the instant she wishes to, though perhaps that day has not yet come.
Meantime the speaker boldly defies the world to show a man holding woman in
loftier regard than he does, or ready to accord her a higher value in
all true functions of the body politic. Equal suffrage, thank God, is
inevitable at some future time, but until that glorious day when we can be
assured that the sex has united in a demand for it, it were perhaps as
well not to cloud the issues of the campaign now opening; though let it be
understood, and he cannot put this too plainly, that he reveres the memory
of his gray-haired mother without whose tender ministrations and wise
guidance he could never have reached the height from which he now speaks.
And so let us pass on to the voting on these canal bonds, the true
inwardness of which, thanks to the venal activities of a corrupt
opposition, even an exclusively male constituency has thus far failed to
comprehend. And so forth.