and she was likely to be a favorite, and not at all to come to some bad end.  Except, indeed, where the proverb tended to work its own fulfillment.  And this is the regrettable side of most proverbs of an ill-nature, that they do help to work the evil they predict.  Some foolish boy, who had heard this proverb, and was sent out to the hen-coop in the evening to slay for the Thanksgiving feast, thought he was a justifiable little providence in wringing the neck of the crowing hen, because it was proper (according to the saying) that she should come to some bad end.  And as years went on, and that kind of boy increased and got to be a man, it became a fixed idea to kill the amusing, interesting, spirited, emancipated hen, and naturally the barn-yard became tamer and tamer, the production of crowing hens was discouraged (the wise old hens laid no eggs with a crow in them, according to the well-known principle of heredity), and the man who had in his youth exterminated the hen of progress actually went about quoting that false couplet as an argument against the higher education of woman.

As a matter of fact, also, the couplet is not true about woman; whether it ought to be true is an ethical question that will not be considered here.  The whistling girl does not commonly come to a bad end.  Quite as often as any other girl she learns to whistle a cradle song, low and sweet and charming, to the young voter in the cradle.  She is a girl of spirit, of independence of character, of dash and flavor; and as to lips, why, you must have some sort of presentable lips to whistle; thin ones will not.  The whistling girl does not come to a bad end at all (if marriage is still considered a good occupation), except a cloud may be thrown upon her exuberant young life by this rascally proverb.  Even if she walks the lonely road of life, she has this advantage, that she can whistle to keep her courage up.  But in a larger sense, one that this practical age can understand, it is not true that the whistling girl comes to a bad end.  Whistling pays.  It has brought her money; it has blown her name about the listening world.  Scarcely has a non-whistling woman been more famous.  She has set aside the adage.  She has done so much towards the emancipation of her sex from the prejudice created by an ill-natured proverb which never had root in fact.

But has the whistling woman come to stay?  Is it well for woman to whistle?  Are the majority of women likely to be whistlers?  These are serious questions, not to be taken up in a light manner at the end of a grave paper.  Will woman ever learn to throw a stone?  There it is.  The future is inscrutable.  We only know that whereas they did not whistle with approval, now they do; the prejudice of generations gradually melts away.  And woman’s destiny is not linked with that of the hen, nor to be controlled by a proverb—­perhaps not by anything.

BORN OLD AND RICH