Wave upon wave of cheering followed every footstep of the plucky girl, rising to a storm of exultation as the final lap was reached.
More dead than alive, but game to the core, the little heroine was carried off the field, a winner, every heart throbbing with human sympathy, every eye wet with proud and happy tears.

It is not possible adequately to describe all that happened.

One must have been there and seen it fully to comprehend the glory of it.
Touching the recent Albany and Washington hikes and hikers let me say at once that I cannot approve the cause of Votes for women as I had approved the cause of Bertha von Hillern.

Where she showed heroic, most of the suffragettes appear to me grotesque.

Where her aim was rational, their aim has been visionary.