[Footnote 59:  Notwithstanding this tribute, the Herald printed a long string of verses with this introduction:  “We trust our readers will not miss the perusal of this piece of rhythmical irony.  It is certainly one of the happiest hits we have seen for many a day.  No one can mistake the allusion to the ‘Old Gal.’ who has been so recently among us ‘tooting her horn.’”

  “Along the city’s thoroughfare,
  A grim Old Gal with manly air
  Strode amidst the noisy crowd,
  Tooting her horn both shrill and loud;
  Till e’en above the city’s roar,
  Above its din and discord, o’er
  All, was heard, ’Ye tyrants, fear! 
  The dawn of freedom’s drawing near—­
       Woman’s Rights and Suffrage.’

  “A meek old man, in accents wild,
  Cried,’Sal! turn back and nurse our child!’
  She bent on him a withering look,
  Her bony fist at him she shook. 
  And screeched, ’Ye brute! ye think I’m flat
  To mend your clo’es and nurse your brat? 
  Nurse it yourself; I’ll change the plan,
  When I am made a congressman—­
  Woman’s Rights and Suffrage,’” etc.
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[Footnote 60:  Coming from The Dalles, the boat tied up for the night at Umatilla Landing.  Miss Anthony and Mrs. Duniway walking on shore saw a man sitting in front of a little corner grocery and stopped to ask some questions.  They found that when a boy he had run away from home in Miss Anthony’s own neighborhood, had never written back and his family had long believed him dead.  After some conversation he consented that she might write to his mother and then in his softened mood insisted that they should have a glass of wine.  Miss Anthony was a total abstainer but not wishing to offend him, took one sip from a glass of Angelica and then the ladies hurried back to the boat.  Some one who had seen the occurrence spread the story and the result was an Associated Press item sent broadcast, stating that, since coming to the coast, Miss Anthony was visiting saloons and associating with low characters.]

[Footnote 61:  Two examples will suffice: 

“EDITOR COLONIST:  I have read with a feeling of thankfulness the letter of ‘A Male Biped,’ in this day’s Colonist.  The writer deserves the thanks of every good woman in the land for the bold and able manner in which he has administered a shaking to a shrewish old mischief-maker who, having failed to secure a husband herself, is tramping the continent to make her more fortunate sisters miserable by creating dissensions in their households.  O, why do not some of our divines or lawyers upset this woman’s sophistries, and convince even her that woman’s true sphere is in ‘submitting herself to her husband,’ and religiously fulfilling the marriage vows the wise organizers of society have prescribed?

  A WIFE AND A MOTHER.”