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Guess Who

"Wherever women gather together failure is impossible."
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Oh, wish I had the skill to draw or paint my vision of her, the woman dubbed the ‘Quaker Saint.’ Borne ahead of her era, her life was a luminous banner with emblazoned voice and resolve, never did she stammer. High-hearted, far-sighted she pressed for freedom, justice’s call-- to liberate all people, especially women, from thrall. Wearing her white frock, she and other suffragettes did march, and with noble intrepid patience sought freedom, that of Lady Liberty’s torch. Robed in pale blue and silver-gray, no silly, frivolous fashions did she essay. Fearlessly she climbed the rugged ‘suffrage hill,’ and bravely faced adversaries and every ill. With ground held hard, speaking everywhere, she ofttimes spoke in the open air. From sleighs, oxcarts, and regal coaches she was besieged with burning effigies, bugs, and roaches. “Women must have a purse of their own,” she often quoted. Arrested once and fined for having illegally voted. Undaunted, “Hats off!” she chanted, her words her audience impearled “We women are coming to save the world.”

Copyright © Sara Etgen-Baker

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