BE IT RESOLVED

When women delve in politics

And add their winsome charm,

That crafty "man" may swift relent

And save the State from harm;

It calls to mem'ry other days

When "woman"dared not roam,

Nor cast the radiance of her smile

Outside the bounds of home.

The ladies fair have organized,

Have made their power felt;

They stumped the State, in love, not hate

For Franklin Roosevelt.

For Henry Horner, Governor,

They gladly faced the fray,

And when the smoke had cleared away

They saw a brighter day.

And through the years from then ‘til now

They’ve worked with ecstasy;

Enthralled, inspired and well content

With pride in Franklin D.

From A. A. A, to X. Y. Z.

Applaud his steady hand;

With hearts alight and giving thanks

For honesty and sand.

They’ve scanned the record carefully,

With throbbing pulse adore

The fearless, sterling character

Of our great Governor;

They hail the "Sales Tax" and they know

That children, Aged too,

Shall food and shelter have again

And lives begin anew.

The State’s finances “In the Red”

For long, long years, ‘Way back,

Have steadily with certainty

Assumed a glowing black;

Administration business like,

Recovering from past ills,

And fruits of forethought, honest thrift,

We now discount our bills.

But yet, these ladies sorely grieve,

Uplift protesting hand;

For though the Governor is their joy,

One thing can't understand.

For though his attitude and strength

Have kept the State from harm;

And though they "point with wondrous pride",

They "View with great alarm".

The Governor comes from good, old stock,

A credit to his line;

He's loyal to his native State

And kneels at Lincoln's Shrine;

But, "one thing lacking," ladies say,

And view with grief and pain;

Devoutly hope he'll mend his ways

Before he runs again.

Though many ladies, small and great

Would love, obey, adore;

He seems immune to Cupid's wiles,

He's still a Bachelor.

A rose-strewn path, though marred with thorns,

Acquainted well with strife;

If he aspires to greater heights,

He needs must take a wife.

Then say the ladies, old and young,

"With Henry we have plead;

"Now, we'll a Resolution pass

"And on the records spread."

In legal phrase we'll clothe our thought

And speak right out our mind;

With intellect so bright and keen,

He's oh so hopeless, blind.

So the, WHEREAS, In meeting here

We view impending doom

For one we love and reverence,

Yet in his heart no room

For woman's matchless loyalty

And home's unfathomed bliss;

His empty arms and hungry lips

Unhallowed by a kiss.

And too, WHEREAS, We fondly b'lieve

His fame would spread apace

If tender hands and loving soul

Should add their healing grace.

And take from him the ugly taint

Of Bachelor's life alone

And stamp the seal of wedded bliss

Beneath the State House Dome.

And so, Therefore, BE IT RESOLVED,

That this night here and now,

Committees name, investigate,

With power them endow.

And furthermore, each one so named

Shall call a spade a spade,

And straightway then complete a list

Of ravishing old Maids.

And not too old, nor yet too young,

Too thin and not too stout;

And too prone to levity

His dignity would rout.

But one whose wisdom, wit and truth

Would keep him safe from harm,

And in that Mansion stately, old,

Dispel the gloom with charm.

And in the Session soon to come.

In Legislative Hall,

Present a Bill and make it law,

E'en though the Heavens fall.

"No Bachelor for Governor,

But married he must be,

And sure as fate our Governor

Will yield submissively.

Then may we sit, content supreme,

No more we’ll feel alone,

For future days will hold no fears,

A woman's on the throne.

And further, we each one resolve

To multiply their joy,

By pledging loyalty supreme

To glorious Illinois.

H. B. Austin

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