One gentleman asked me if our woman suffrage conventions were as entertaining.

I told him yes; that there were no meetings in Washington so interesting and so well attended as ours.
As I had some woman-suffrage literature in my valise, I distributed leaflets to all earnest souls who plied me with questions.

Like all other things, it requires great discretion in sowing leaflets, lest you expose yourself to a rebuff.

I never offer one to a man with a small head and high heels on his boots, with his chin in the air, because I know, in the nature of things, that he will be jealous of superior women; nor to a woman whose mouth has the "prunes and prisms" expression, for I know she will say, "I have all the rights I want." Going up to London one day, a few years later, I noticed a saintly sister, belonging to the Salvation Army, timidly offering some leaflets to several persons on board; all coolly declined to receive them.

Having had much experience in the joys and sorrows of propagandism, I put out my hand and asked her to give them to me.