Word: womening
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Even the conservative Saturday Evening Post has acquired this new attitude. Its March 2 issue (3,050,000 copies, to be read by perhaps 15,000,000 U. S. men, women and children) contained a veiled rebuke for female failure to use contraceptives. The rebuke consisted of a cartoon by Donald McKee, captioned "Why the March Hare Was Mad." It depicted a buck hare hopping furiously beside a huge bed on whose three pillows lay an abashed, puzzled doe hare with nine newborn.* Harold the buck hare: "Again? What's the idea? Did you never hear of Birth Control...
...your women keep silence in the churches: for it is not permitted unto them to speak ... -I Corinthians...
...Philadelphia last week Presbyterian women stoutly let it be known that they didn't want to keep silence. Hitherto in Presbyterian councils and assemblies only male voices had been heard. Why not the mellifluence of female voices? Hitherto from Presbyterian pulpits only male voices had preached the Gospel, pointed the moral. Why not have female ministers? Prim reactionary Presbyterians shuddered at the thought that the Princeton or Auburn Theological Seminary might become coeducational. Advanced non-alarmist thinkers like Dr. Henry Sloane Coffin, President of Union Theological Seminary, Manhattan, said: "I welcome the proposal . . . that women be given an equal...
...many a year now have fashions been cruel to the heavy. With dress designers concentrating on eliminating all the differences between the shadow cast by a woman and the shadow cast by a barber's pole, women of generous poundage have been consistently unfortunate. Present fashion forecasts, it is true, predict that the straight line will this year make some concessions to the curve. But even such contours as may be established will probably be willowy rather than rotund, graceful rather than pronounced...
...turned into burnished copper the tarnished gas bracket, through which no gas had flowed for many years, and beat pitilessly on her throat; that throat on which her life was etched with fine lines, and in which now the pulse was still throbbing, throbbing with the terrible vitality of women...