EMANCIPATED WOMAN

What I should like to know is, how "the enlargement of woman's sphere"

by her entrance into various activities of commercial, professional and

industrial life benefits the sex. It may please Helen Gougar and satisfy

her sense of logical accuracy to say, as she does: "We women must work

in order to fill the places left vacant by liquor-drinking men." But who

filled these places before? Did they remain vacant, or were there then

disappointed applicants, as now? If my memory serves, there has been no

time in the period that it covers when the supply of workers--abstemious

male workers--was not in excess of the demand. That it has always been

so is sufficiently attested by the universally inadequate wage rate.

Employers seldom fail, and never for long, to get all the workmen they

need. The field into which women have put their sickles was already

overcrowded with reapers. Whatever employment women have obtained has

been got by displacing men--who would otherwise be supporting women.

Where is the general advantage? We may shout "high tariff," "combination

of capital," "demonetization of silver," and what not, but if searching

for the cause of augmented poverty and crime, "industrial discontent"

and the tramp evil, instead of dogmatically expounding it, we should

take some account of this enormous, sudden addition to the number of

workers seeking work. If any one thinks that within the brief period of

a generation the visible supply of labor can be enormously augmented

without profoundly affecting the stability of things and disastrously

touching the interests of wage-workers let no rude voice dispel his

dream of such maleficent agencies as his slumbrous understanding may joy

to affirm. And let our Widows of Ashur unlung themselves in advocacy of

quack remedies for evils of which themselves are cause; it remains true

that when the contention of two lions for one bone is exacerbated by the

accession of a lioness the squabble is not composable by stirring up

some bears in the cage adjacent.

Indubitably a woman is under no obligation to sacrifice herself to the

good of her sex by foregoing needed employment in the hope that it may

fall to a man gifted with dependent women. Nevertheless our

congratulations are more intelligent when bestowed upon her individual

head than when sifted into the hair of all Eve's daughters. This is a

world of complexities, in which the lines of interest are so

intertangled as frequently to transgress that of sex; and one ambitious

to help but half the race may profitably know that every effort to that

end provokes a counterbalancing mischief. The "enlargement of woman's

opportunities" has benefited individual women. It has not benefited the

sex as a whole, and has distinctly damaged the race. The mind that can

not discern a score of great and irreparable general evils distinctly

traceable to "emancipation of woman" is as impregnable to the light as a

toad in a rock.

A marked demerit of the new order of things--the _régime_ of female

commercial service--is that its main advantage accrues, not to the race,

not to the sex, not to the class, not to the individual woman, but to

the person of least need and worth--the male employer. (Female employers

in any considerable number there will not be, but those that we have

could give the male ones profitable instruction in grinding the faces of

their employees.) This constant increase of the army of labor--always and

everywhere too large for the work in sight--by accession of a new

contingent of natural oppressibles makes the very teeth of old Munniglut

thrill with a poignant delight. It brings in that situation known as two

laborers seeking one job--and one of them a person whose bones he can

easily grind to make his bread; and Munniglut is a miller of skill and

experience, dusted all over with the evidence of his useful craft. When

Heaven has assisted the Daughters of Hope to open to women a new "avenue

of opportunities" the first to enter and walk therein, like God in the

Garden of Eden, is the good Mr. Munniglut, contentedly smoothing the

folds out of the superior slope of his paunch, exuding the peculiar

aroma of his oleaginous personality and larding the new roadway with

the overflow of a righteousness stimulated to action by relish of his

own identity. And ever thereafter the subtle suggestion of a fat

philistinism lingers along that path of progress like an assertion of a

possessory right.

It is God's own crystal truth that in dealing with women unfortunate

enough to be compelled to earn their own living and fortunate enough to

have wrested from Fate an opportunity to do so, men of business and

affairs treat them with about the same delicate consideration that they

show to dogs and horses of the inferior breeds. It does not commonly

occur to the wealthy "professional man," or "prominent merchant," to be

ashamed to add to his yearly thousands a part of the salary justly due

to his female bookkeeper or typewriter, who sits before him all day with

an empty belly in order to have an habilimented back. He has a vague,

hazy notion that the law of supply and demand is mandatory, and that in

submitting himself to it by paying her a half of what he would have to

pay a man of inferior efficiency he is supplying the world with a noble

example of obedience. I must take the liberty to remind him that the law

of supply and demand is not imperative; it is not a statute but a

phenomenon. He may reply: "It is imperative; the penalty for

disobedience is failure. If I pay more in salaries and wages than I need

to, my competitor will not; and with that advantage he will drive me

from the field." If his margin of profit is so small that he must eke it

out by coining the sweat of his workwomen into nickels I've nothing to

say to him. Let him adopt in peace the motto, "I cheat to eat." I do not

know why he should eat, but Nature, who has provided sustenance for the

worming sparrow, the sparrowing owl and the owling eagle, approves the

needy man of prey and makes a place for him at table.

Human nature is pretty well balanced; for every lacking virtue there is

a rough substitute that will serve at a pinch--as cunning is the wisdom

of the unwise, and ferocity the courage of the coward. Nobody is

altogether bad; the scoundrel who has grown rich by underpaying workmen

in his factory will sometimes endow an asylum for indigent seamen. To

oppress one's own workmen, and provide for the workmen of a neighbor--to

skin those in charge of one's own interests while cottoning and oiling

the residuary product of another's skinnery--that is not very good

benevolence, nor very good sense, but it serves in place of both. The

man who eats _pâté de fois gras_ in the sweat of his girl cashier's

face, or wears purple and fine linen in order that his typewriter may

have an eocene gown and a pliocene hat, seems a tolerably satisfactory

specimen of the genus thief; but let us not forget that in his own

home--a fairly good one--he may enjoy and merit that highest and most

honorable title on the scroll of woman's favor, "a good provider." One

having a claim to that glittering distinction should enjoy immunity from

the coarse and troublesome question, "From whose backs and bellies do

you provide?"

So much for the material results to the sex. What are the moral results?

One does not like to speak of them, particularly to those who do not and

can not know--to good women in whose innocent minds female immorality is

inseparable from flashy gowning and the painted face; to foolish,

book-taught men who honestly believe in some protective sanctity that

hedges womanhood. If men of the world with years enough to have lived

out of the old _régime_ into the new would testify in this matter there

would ensue a great rattling of dry bones in bodices of reform-ladies.

Nay, if the young man about town, knowing nothing of how things were in

the "dark backward and absym of time," but something of the moral

distance between even so free-running a creature as the society girl and

the average working girl of the factory, the shop and the office, would

speak out (under assurance of immunity from prosecution) his testimony

would be a surprise to the cartilaginous virgins, blowsy matrons, acrid

relicts and hairy males of Emancipation. It would pain, too, some very

worthy but unobservant persons not in sympathy with "the cause."

Certain significant facts are within the purview of all but the very

young and the comfortably blind. To the woman of to-day the man of

to-day is imperfectly polite. In place of reverence he gives her

"deference"; to the language of compliment has succeeded the language of

raillery. Men have almost forgotten how to bow. Doubtless the advanced

female prefers the new manner, as may some of her less forward sisters,

thinking it more sincere. It is not; our giddy grandfather talked

high-flown nonsense because his heart had tangled his tongue. He treated

his woman more civilly than we ours because he loved her better. He

never had seen her on the "rostrum" and in the lobby, never had heard

her in advocacy of herself, never had read her confessions of his sins,

never had felt the stress of her competition, nor himself assisted by

daily personal contact in rubbing the bloom off her. He did not know

that her virtues were due to her secluded life, but thought, dear old

boy, that they were a gift of God.

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