C. L. Graves

“ And woman, breaking down her prison door,
Is free to take the middle of the floor.
No more for her indomitable soul
The meekly ministering angel rôle;
No more the darner of her husband’s socks,
She takes delight in watching champions box,
Finds respite from the carking cares that vex us
In cheering blows that reach the solar plexus,
Joins in the loud and patriotic shout
While beaten Bell is being counted out,
And—joy that makes all other joys seem nil—
Writes her impressions for The Daily Thrill. ”