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' in the world are women coming to,' exclaimed a bewildered onlooker, as a great procession of women, fifty thousand strong, marched past with quick, firm step and banners gaily flying.

'There doesn't seem to be very much wrong with them,' replied a second citizen as he contemplated the fine physique and good clothes of the majority of the marchers, with a distinct tone of envy in his voice and envy in the glance of his eye.

'It's husbands they're after, you bet,' chuckled the lanky, anæmic youth on the edge of the pavement, turning to his neighbour with a knowing wink. And thus speculation busied itself with the meaning of it all, whilst the procession marched on, in never-ending columns, in glad and confident anticipation of the future.

The average man is not to be blamed for his feeling of wonder and mystification. He is a good husband and father, kind to all women, a respectable citizen of sober judgment and sound common sense. Though not a man