Dover High School - Crescent Yearbook (Dover, NC)

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VOTES FOR WOMEN It is simply disgusting, the way the women are carry- ing on. The very idea that they should vote makes me sick, ' exclaimed Ronald Davids. Of course you know that Ronald was a bachelor of thirty-one years. He lived at the Rockefellor Club in New York. His bank account had grown very large by means of practicing law for nine years. He was talking to his chum, Douglas Ferris, at the club. Now Douglas was four years younger than Ronald, and was consequently agreeing with woman suffrage. Anything that Mary Alexander liked or wanted, Douglas liked or wanted it, too. Mary wanted to vote-Douglas wanted her to! Oh, Ronald, you should have a woman to think for you. Go ahead and find 'your' lady! No, siree, I wouldn't have a woman on earth now, for fear that she would want to vote, declared Ronald. I just want your opinion six months from now. I know you'll be changed. All I want you to do, is to find a 'woman,' were Douglas' farewell words. A few days later, Douglas received the following mes- sage: Dear Pal: g I am leaving for the Virginia hills. I can't stand these women any longer. Wishing you and Mary to be Mr. and Mrs. President of the U. S. A., I am Your friend, RONALD. One Spring day the New York Limited rolled in Weston, Va., a deserted little village. From the train alighted Ronald Davids, attorney-at-law, New York City. Ronald walked up to an old man, standing near an ox 13

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and cart. Say, sir, can you take me to Everett's cabin ? he shouted. Wal, I reckon so. Jump in! muttered the old man. The two journeyed about five miles into the hills. At last they came to a Very decent-looking house. They stopped and Ronald jumped out and ran in. Hello, Robins, here I am again. I hope there are no women around here, he exclaimed. I dunno 'bout that, said Robins Everett, the inn- keeper. You jest go 'long and put your things in your same old room. There ain't going to be any women folks to hurt you. Ronald climbed the stairs to his room, which was fac- ing the Blue Ridge. Gosh, isn't it good to be away from those jabbering women in New York! he exclaimed. After making his toilet and changing his attire, he went down stairs. Well, Robins, how about something to eat? I'm starv- ing. We've got the nicest trout and corn and cabbage and everything different from what you are accustomed. Ronald stayed here for one week, hunting, fishing and tramping through the woods and o'er the hills. One day he took his fishing rod and started for his regular fishing place. He went whistling along his way. When he got there, he saw the leaves pressed as if some- one had been sitting there. Well, now can you beat that! Someone has been here and without a doubt to catch my fish, said Ronald. I beg your pardon, sir, but I did not know that this was a private fishing place. Ronald turned to find a young lady, in a khaki suit, ad- dressing him. She had large sparkling brown eyes, black wavy hair and a charming smile. Eh-well, a-uh, you see I just thought that I dis- 14