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قراءة كتاب Mother Earth, Vol. 1 No. 4, June 1906 Monthly Magazine Devoted to Social Science and Literature
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Mother Earth, Vol. 1 No. 4, June 1906 Monthly Magazine Devoted to Social Science and Literature
الصفحة رقم: 1
Transcriber's Note:
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
CONTENTS.
| PAGE | |
| Mrs. Grundy VIROQUA DANIELS | 1 |
| A Greeting ALEXANDER BERKMAN | 3 |
| Henrik Ibsen M. B. | 6 |
| Observations and Comments | 8 |
| A Letter EMMA GOLDMAN | 13 |
| Libertarian Instruction EMILE JANVION | 14 |
| The Antichrist FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE | 15 |
| Brain Work and Manual Work PETER KROPOTKIN | 21 |
| Motherhood and Marriage HENRIETTE FUERTH | 30 |
| Object Lesson for Advocates of Governmental Control ARTHUR G. EVERETT, N—M. | 33 |
| The Genius of War JOHN FRANCIS VALTER | 36 |
| Dignity Speaks | 36 |
| Paternalistic Government (CONTINUATION) THEODORE SCHROEDER | 38 |
| Aim and Tactics of the Trade-Union Movement MAX BAGINSKI | 44 |
| Refined Cruelty ANNA MERCY | 50 |
| "The Jungle" VERITAS | 53 |
| The Game is Up SADAKICHI HARTMANN | 57 |
MRS. GRUNDY.
By Viroqua Daniels.
Her will is law. She holds despotic sway.
Her wont has been to show the narrow way
Wherein must tread the world, the bright, the brave,
From infancy to dotard's gloomy grave.
"Obey! Obey!" with sternness she commands
The high, the low, in great or little lands.
She folds us all within her ample gown.
A forward act is met with angry frown.
The lisping babes are taught her local speech;
Her gait to walk; her blessings to beseech.
They laugh or cry, as Mistress says they may,—
In everything the little tots obey.
The youth know naught save Mrs. Grundy's whims.
They play her games. They sing her holy hymns.
They question not; accept both truth and fiction,
(The OLD is right, within her jurisdiction!).
Maid, matron, man unto her meekly bow.
She with contempt or ridicule may cow.
They dare not speak, or dress, or love, or hate,
At variance with the program on her slate.
Her subtle smile, e'en men to thinkers grown,
Are loath to lose; before its charm they're prone.
With great ado, they publicly conform—
Vain, cowards, vain; revolt MUST raise a storm!
The "indiscreet," when hidden from her sight,
Attempt to live as they consider "right."
Lo! Walls have ears! The loyal everywhere
The searchlight turn, and loudly shout, "Beware!"
In tyranny the Mistress is supreme.