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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 06, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 21',
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"GREAT TO BE Ma'n," SAYS GIRL WHO WAS FOR
A DAY SHE GOES, IN "ALL THOSE PLANS" '
BY GYPSY HAYWOOD
San Francisco, Cal., March 31. I
had never wanted to be a man be
fore. I was always satisfied to be a
girl, wear pretty gowns and jewels,
go each night to the theater and
dance and sing and thrill with the ex
Jcitementof the nights behind the
v footlights and now, I wonder if I
shall ever be satisfied to be a girl
In a popular magazine a short time
since I read of a girl back East who
donned male attire and was "a man
for a while."
f I had played a boy's part on the
vaudeville stage, ami I knew I could
get away with it better than she.
I was fitted with a complete outfit
of men's attire, then, "made up" so
my complexion would not give me
away, and, accompanied by a.news
paper friend, started 'out. )
-Ah, the wonderful freedom of it all.
No hampering skirts, ho ogling men,
no handof a companion on my elbow
every time I crossed the street or got
on a. trolley car just freedom; free
dom from skirts, freedom from atten
tions of men, freedom from every
thing that makes life difficult and un- L
satisfactory for a woman.
You men simply don't know, you
can't appreciate, how lucky you are.
I believe every man ought to put on
women's clothes tight skirts, big
hats, 'corsets, ribbons and all for a
day and see what we haVe to put
'I passed along the streets, through
the throngs into the bars, hotels and
on street cars, and only oncevwas I
recognized as a woman. A lynx-eyed
traffic officer, M.M. Coffey, had me
before I knew it.
"Here, young fellow, aren't you a
girl?" he said sternly, grasping me
by the coat collar.
"I should" say not," I replied with
a show of indignation.
you over. Take off that hat!"" he said
Then I had to "fess up," for my
hair would have betrayed me any
way. My newspaper friend explained
that I had permission to wear men's
Gypsy Haywood asa Man. J
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