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Are Women People? A Book of Rhymes for Suffrage Times

Chapter 69: The Ideal Candidates
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A sequence of satirical and lyrical poems confronts anti‑suffrage arguments by transforming speeches, household scenes, and public rhetoric into ironic verse. The pieces employ parody, persona, and domestic comedy to expose contradictions in claims about women's nature, proper roles, and fitness for political life. Several poems imagine family conversations, legislative speeches, and workplace injustices to illustrate legal and economic exclusions that accompany denied franchise. Humor alternates with indignation, and formal variety—sonnets, ballads, masque-like sketches and short epigrams—keeps the tone energetic while repeatedly urging enfranchisement and equal civic recognition.

The Ideal Candidates

(A by-law of the New York Board of Education says: “No married woman shall be appointed to any teaching or supervising position in the New York public schools unless her husband is mentally or physically incapacitated to earn a living or has deserted her for a period of not less than one year.”)

CHARACTERS

Board of Education.

Three Would-Be Teachers.

Chorus by Board:

Now please don’t waste

Your time and ours

By pleas all based

On mental powers.

She seems to us

The proper stuff

Who has a hus-

Band bad enough.

All other pleas appear to us

Excessively superfluous.

1st Teacher:

My husband is not really bad----

Board:

How very sad, how very sad!

1st Teacher:

He’s good, but hear my one excuse----

Board:

Oh, what’s the use, oh, what’s the use?

1st Teacher:

Last winter in a railroad wreck

He lost an arm and broke his neck.

He’s doomed, but lingers day by day.

Board:

Her husband’s doomed! Hurray! hurray!

2nd Teacher:

My husband’s kind and healthy, too----

Board:

Why, then, of course, you will not do.

2nd Teacher:

Just hear me out. You’ll find you’re wrong.

It’s true his body’s good and strong;

But, ah, his wits are all astray.

Board:

Her husband’s mad. Hip, hip, hurray!

3rd Teacher:

My husband’s wise and well—the creature!

Board:

Then you can never be a teacher.

3rd Teacher:

Wait. For I led him such a life

He could not stand me as a wife;

Last Michaelmas, he ran away.

Board:

Her husband hates her, Hip, hurray!

Chorus by Board:

Now we have found

Without a doubt,

By process sound

And well thought out,

Each candidate

Is fit in truth

To educate

The mind of youth.

No teacher need apply to us

Whose married life’s harmonious.

(Curtain.)