I asked them what difference there was in their parties?  They looked silly and said nothing.  Mr. Loeb said:  “We do not wish any questions on the subject.”  I said:  “It is a civil question, it ought to have a civil answer.”  Mr. Loeb called to a police to take me out.  I said:  “If I was a brewer or distiller I could have an interview.  As a representive mother, I ought to be received.  I wished to ask him why he practiced the vice of smoking cigarettes?  Why he has never said a word against the licensed saloon when it is the greatest question that ever confronted the homes of America?  Why he had a coat of arms on his flag?  Why he brought a dive into Kansas?  I was taken outside in a very orderly manner by two policemen, something unusual, for I am hustled and dragged generally.

Then I went to the Capitol.  I called to see Senator Cockrell from Missouri.  I asked him his opinion on the liquor traffic.  He got excited immediately.  He said:  “I want no one to mention that subject to me.”  I said:  “It is strange to me that you do not want to converse on the greatest subject before the American people.”  He became so indignant that he stamped his foot and threatened to have me put out of the building.  I also became indignant, and stamped my foot, and said:  “Down with your treason!  Down with your saloons!  You are sent here to represent the interest of the mothers and their children, and you insult a representative mother because you are representing the interest of the brewers and distillers.”  During this speech of mine he was making tracks up the corridor.  Then I went to the House of Representatives and the Senate Chamber.  My “spirit was stirred within me”, to see at the head of the American people the bitterest enemies to the defense of the homes of America, the very thing our forefathers intended to secure to this people.  I wanted to do some “Hatchetation”, that not being possible, I thought I would do some agitation.  I took a position in a lobby near a door.  I rose to my feet, and with a volume of voice that was distinctly heard all over the halls I cried aloud:  “Treason, anarchy and conspiracy!  Discuss these!” I knew that I would be put out, but I selected these three words to call the attention to the fact that these were more necessary to be discussed than any other subjects.  And these were the very ones they were avoiding most.  I was taken down to the police station.  Court was in session.  I had my trial and was fined twenty-five dollars.  I made my own plea before the judge, as I had no lawyer.  I justified myself upon the same principle that a man would to give a fire alarm.  The judge said that he sympathized with my cause but he gave me the maximum fine.  I have had just such sympathy as this from all republican judges.  The kind of sympathy that a cat has for a mouse when she crushes the bones between her teeth.