ABSTRACT
Willy, a small five-year-old, with decided views of the masculine prerogative, snatching an apple from his four-year-old sister—loquitur; "I really cannot let her be so selfish!" How many men are now saying to women that it would be so graceful and unselfish to stand aside and wait until the turn comes in two, ten, or twenty years, utterly forgetting that so far from its being unselfish it would be a heartless dereliction of duty, and a desertion of the great host of dumb and suffering women for whom they plead. The clients of women are the poor little barefoot children in the streets, the sick people in the hospitals: they abound in every workshop and factory, or small back attic where women are employed.
