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'Ford Road in the heart of the dim
"East End to wait upon the prime min
ister. Instructed to go alone, without
suffrage organizers or members of
"parliament, Mrs. FordV a. tailoress,
Mrs. Hughes, a Brushmaer, Mrs.
'Parsons, a cigaret packer, Mrs.
"Payne and Mrs. Bird, housewives,
gathered in the premier's" library.
"I am somewhat late," apologized
Premier Asqulth, as he entered. A
.simultaneous smile assented. Late,
indeed, at least seven years late!
;A Transport Worker's Wife's Story.
Mrs. Bird, wife of a transport
worker, stepped forward.
"Sir, I am the mother of six chil
dren under 13 years of age. I have
one of the best husbands a tee
totaler earning $6.25 a week. You
tnay see I am not fighting- for the
Vote for myself. I am one of the
best-off women on the East Side.
There are thousands worse off than
me. But holding the home together
depends upon us keeping our health.
' "The tenement we live in, the mar
kets for our food, our baby's milk, the
streets where our children must play,
all these are healthy, or dangerous,
according as borough councillors at
tend to them.
r- "My husband cannot follow up
such things. He comes home late,
dead tired, poor man, needing his
sleep. It is I who must protect the
family. The East End as we know
It is no place for children. We moth
ers feel that we have the right to help
m improving conditions. But bor
ough councillors will not heed us un
til we have the vote."
She stood back.
A Tailoress' Story.
Another woman stepped forward,
Mrs. Ford, of Stephey, a tailoress.
Though she bowed bravely her hands
' "Sir, I am a widow these eleven
jtears. There Is no man to speak for
me or my two children. At my trade
it is a common thing for grown wo
men to earn but seven .shillings
(?1.75), for a full week's work. It is
impossible to live decently on that.
It is a hard struggle to make both
"There is no help for us but the
workhouse. That means separation
from my little ones. Surely if I was
fit to bear them I am fit to care for
"In my young days I took up trou
ser making and pressing but was
forced to leave the shop rather than
submit to. the unwelcome, attentions
of a foreman.
"In the same place there was a
young girl innocent but weak-willed,
and she had to go to the workhouse
where a child was born. After she
came out she had no place to go so
she came home with me and shared
my bed and room.
"There were five of us in one room
and rather than take the bread from
my children's mouths she went out
one day. I never saw her again until
she and her baby were dragged from
the river. She was dead, sir, but the
guilty man went scot free! I am try
ing to tell you, Mr. Asquith, why we
need the vote. As it is now, it is al
ways the woman who pays!"
A Brushmaker's Story.
Mrs. Hughes, an elderly woman,
advanced and handed the prime min
ister a hairbrush.
"Sir, I am a brushmaker these 43
years, a quick worker, having been at
it so long. That brush is sold, for
$2.50. For making it I am paid 4
cents. Employers know it is safe to
sweat women. Two cents que
sweater offered me for filling two
hundred holes with bristles. 'Man,'
says I, Til have the law on you
'Woman,' he laughs in my face,
'you're nothing before the law.'
"We brushmakers know that to
force better wages we must strike
and have questions asked in parlia
ment. And politicians belittle wo
men workers, holding theyjio not
count. My husband's trade was de
strbyed by machinery. Therefore I
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