every Chinese vote was cast against us.
All day we went from one to another of the polling-

places, and I shall always remember the picture of
Miss Anthony and the wife of Senator Sargent wan-

dering around the polls arm in arm at eleven o'clock
at night, their tired faces taking on lines of deeper

depression with every minute; for the count was
against us. However, we made a fairly good show-

ing. When the final counts came in we found that
we had won the state from the north down to Oak-

land, and from the south up to San Francisco; but
there was not a sufficient majority to overcome the

adverse votes of San Francisco and Oakland. With
more than 230,000 votes cast, we were defeated by

only 10,000 majority. In San Francisco the saloon
element and the most aristocratic section of the

city made an equal showing against us, while the
section occupied by the middle working-class was

largely in favor of our amendment. I dwell es-
pecially on this campaign, partly because such splen-

did work was done by the women of California, and
also because, during the same election, Utah and

Idaho granted full suffrage to women. This gave
us four suffrage states--Wyoming, Colorado, Utah,

and Idaho--and we prepared for future struggles
with very hopeful hearts.

It was during this California campaign, by the
way, that I unwittingly caused much embarrass-

ment to a worthy young man. At a mass-meeting
held in San Francisco, Rabbi Vorsanger, who was not

in favor of suffrage for women, advanced the heart-
ening theory that in a thousand years more they

might possibly be ready for it. After a thousand
years of education for women, of physically de-

veloped women, of uncorseted women, he said, we
might have the ideal woman, and could then begin

to talk about freedom for her.
When the rabbi sat down there was a shout from

the audience for me to answer him, but all I said
was that the ideal woman would be rather lonely, as

it would certainly take another thousand years to
develop an ideal man capable of being a mate for

her. On the following night Prof. Howard Griggs,
of Stanford University, made a speech on the modern

woman--a speech so admirably thought out and
delivered that we were all delighted with it. When

he had finished the audience again called on me, and
I rose and proceeded to make what my friends frank-

ly called ``the worst break'' of my experience.
Rabbi Vorsanger's ideal woman was still in my

mind, and I had been rather hard on the men in
my reply to the rabbi the night before; so now I

hastened to give this clever young man his full due.
I said that though the rabbi thought it would take

a thousand years to make an ideal woman, I believed
that, after all, it might not take as long to make the

ideal man. We had something very near it in a
speaker who could reveal such ability, such chivalry,

and such breadth of view as Professor Griggs had
just shown that he possessed.

That night I slept the sleep of the just and the
well-meaning, and it was fortunate I did, for the

morning newspapers had a surprise for me that
called for steady nerves and a sense of humor. Across

the front page of every one of them ran startling
head-lines to this effect:

DR. SHAW HAS FOUND HER IDEAL MAN
The Prospects Are That She Will

Remain in California
Professor Griggs was young enough to be my son,

and he was already married and the father of two
beautiful children; but these facts were not per-

mitted to interfere with the free play of fancy in
journalistic minds. For a week the newspapers

were filled with all sorts of articles, caricatures, and
editorials on my ideal man, which caused me much

annoyance and some amusement, while they plunged
Professor Griggs into an abysmal gloom. In the

end, however, the experience proved an excellent
one for him, for the publicity attending his speech

made him decide to take up lecturing as a profession,
which he eventually did with great success. But

neither of us has yet heard the last of the Ideal Man
episode. Only a few years ago, on his return to

California after a long absence, one of the leading
Sunday newspapers of the state heralded Professor

Griggs's arrival by publishing a full-page article
bearing his photograph and mine and this flam-

boyant heading:
SHE MADE HIM

And Dr. Shaw's Ideal Man Became the
Idol of American Women and

Earns $30,000 a Year
We had other unusual experiences in California,

and the display of affluence on every side was not
the least impressive of them. In one town, after

a heavy rain, I remember seeing a number of little
boys scraping the dirt from the gutters, washing it,

and finding tiny nuggets of gold. We learned that
these boys sometimes made two or three dollars a

day in this way, and that the streets of the town--
I think it was Marysville--contained so much gold

that a syndicate offered to level the whole town and
repave the streets in return for the right to wash out

the gold. This sounds like the kind of thing Ameri-
cans tell to trustful visitors from foreign lands, but

it is quite true.
Nuggets, indeed, were so numerous that at one

of our meetings, when we were taking up a collec-
tion, I cheerfully suggested that our audience drop

a few into the box, as we had not had a nugget since
we reached the state. There were no nuggets in the

subsequent collection, but there was a note which
read: ``If Dr. Shaw will accept a gold nugget, I will

see that she does not leave town without one.'' I
read this aloud, and added, ``I have never refused

a gold nugget in my life.''
The following day brought me a pin made of a

very beautiful gold nugget, and a few days later
another Californian produced a cluster of smaller

nuggets which he had washed out of a panful of
earth and insisted on my accepting half of them. I

was not accustomed to this sort of generosity, but
it was characteristic of the spirit of the state. No-

where else, during our campaign experiences, were
we so royally treated in every way. As a single