in room 56 there is a safe where bottles of beer and whiskey are kept.  These unlicensed bars are patronized by the members, and with their full knowledge and consent.”  It was certainly a sight to see the faces of these men.  After reading each charge, I would stop and say:  “Now gentlemen this must be a grave slander, and I want you as a body to rise and down this outrage.”  I waited, no one rose up.  I said:  “certainly there must be a mistake, is it possible that the law-makers of this state are the law-breakers, if so, then who is capable of punishing the criminals?” I continued, “I hope that at least there are some of the members of this body that are ignorant of this and that some one if only one will rise and say, “I know nothing of this;” not one arose; Both the houses were adjourned and the aisles and lobbies were packed.  These men looked at each other grinning and looking silly, some heartily enjoying it, reminding me of a lot of bad boys that were caught stealing watermelons.  The pages and visitors yelled and waved and clapped their hands, but was this not a shame?  This is but a sample of the legislatures of the states.  Washington’s capitol is a reproach to common decency, this government like a fish, “stinks worse at the head.”

I spoke in Austin, Texas, at the state university.  When I arrived in the city I was met by “Uncle Tom” Murrah.  “Uncle Tom” is a true type of the old fashion gentleman.  Had it not been for the chivalry of this dear friend I expect I would have had some trouble with the police of Austin.

I went into a saloon and was led out in very forcible manner by the proprietor, who was one of the city council.  I stood in front of this man’s man-trap and cried out against this outrageous business.  The man kept a phonograph going to drown my voice.  The police would have interfered but “Uncle Tom” told me to say what I pleased, and he would stand by me.  I went up to the state university with students who tried to get a hall for me to speak to them but they could not.  I spoke from the steps.  In the midst of the speech and the cheers from the boys I heard a voice at my side.  I looked and there stood the Principal, Prexley Prather.  He was white with excitement, saying:  “Madam, we do not allow such.”  I said:  “I am speaking for the good of these boys.”  “We do not allow speaking on the campus.”  I said:  “I have spoken to the students at Ann Arbor, at Harvard, at Yale, and I will speak to the boys of Texas.”  The boys gave a yell.  The mail man was driving up at this time.  The horse took fright, the letters and papers flew in every direction.  The man jumped from the sulky; the horse ran up against a tree and was stopped.  I offered to pay for the broken shafts but the mail carrier would take nothing.  There was no serious damage and all had a good laugh, except, perhaps, the dignified principal.

When I visited the students at Ann Arbor, Mich., I was given a banquet by the Woolley club of the university.  It gave me new life to look at such men of intellectual and moral force.  Oh! for such men to be the fathers of the rising generation.  Just such men as these will save the Nation.  These are the hatchets that will smash up evil and build up good.