A-women

The child of a Woman’s Rights advocate heard the Lord’s prayer in a public school. “Ma,” said she upon coming home, “I don’t want to say ‘Amen’ at the end, as the other girls do. Why can’t I say A-women?”

And may every one of them live to see a thousand Christmases after the last fool and knave is driven from the high places of the land we love, and honesty, purity, decency and prosperity reign unbroken from ocean to ocean, is the Pioneer’s prayer, now, henceforth and forevermore, world without end—Amen! A-women!

Never despair of liberty and the republic, and pay for your paper in advance—And, as surely as there is a heaven for christians, and another and altogether different place for a large proportion of our so-called statesmen, you will be healthy, wealthy, wise and happy. Pax vobiscum. A-men A-women.

And may God bless you all and give you husbands able and willing to gratify your every wish and whim! Amen! A-women!

It was a big day, a big crowd and a big time. For which let us all be thankful—world without end—amen and a-women, not forgetting the children.

Now, henceforth and forevermore, world without end—amen, a-women!

I would rather cook forever my lone corn dodger, wash my own solitary paper collar, sew on my own pasteboard horn buttons, and do my own darning and other diminutive profanity, than dream of such a fraud on womankind or unkind, now, henceforth and for ninety days or so, world without end, amen, a-women!

Yours for reform! Amen! A-women! World without end, with Kansas ahead!