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Welcome, gentlemen.

God bless our great republic

God bless our grand old flag

God bless the land of freedom we hold dear

And the heartbeat of that land

Will always be the home

And that, of course, is woman's sacred sphere

We nurture every family just as we're meant to do

So won't you let us nurture the nation, too?

Let Mother vote

We raised you, after all

Won't you thank the lady

You have loved since you were small?

We reared you, cheered you

Helped you when you fell

With your blessing, we could help America, as well

Let Mother vote

We'll keep our country clean

We'll tidy up our politics

Until they are pristine

We would wash out any stain

In society's domain

So, mister, won't you please let Mother vote?

Thank you for attending the National American Woman Suffrage Association's 65th annual luncheon!

I'm Mrs.

Carrie Chapman Catt, the proud president of NAWSA for 20 years now.

And these are the lovely Suffs of our 1913 New York State Campaign Committee!

Let Mother vote

We've got the recipe

For a well-balanced government

Fresh-baked with decency

Two cups of moral fiber

Add a dollop of good grace

Mix in maternal instinct

And the world's a better place

Let Mother vote

Let Mother vote

Let Mother vote

We'll nurse the USA

Until corruption, greed and vice

Are sweetly swept away

We'll deploy domestic skills

To cure domestic ills

So, mister, won't you please let Mother vote?

'Cause we gave birth to old Abe Lincoln

And Robert E. Lee

Babe Ruth and Woodrow Wilson

We bounced 'em on our knee

We brought you all these brilliant guys

Don't we deserve a little prize?

Let Mother vote

Don't worry, it's alright

We'll still be there to hold you close

And tuck you in at night

Tuck you in

It won't disrupt your lives, we'll still be loyal wives

So, mister, won't you please let Mother vote?

Let Mother vote

We'll vote like father, vote like son

Two good votes are better than one

So please, pretty please

Let dear old

Dear, old

Mother vote

Let your All-American mother vote

Thank you.

Ha!

Thank you so much.

We'll now take a recess for refreshments.

Please enjoy our cinnamon rolls for the polls made with a recipe from our suffrage cookbook.

Excuse me, Mrs.

Catt!

Uh, sorry, but... May I please just quickly propose an idea?

Have we met?

Technically, yes.

When my mother took me to my first suffrage meeting.

But I was 7.

Ahh!

Thank you for immediately aging me.

Let me try that again.

I'm Alice Paul.

I worked on your state campaigns while finishing my doctorate at Penn.

And sorry to gush, but your being the first and only woman in your class inspired me to pursue it.

Darling, the senator is waiting at table four.

Good to meet you.

You played field hockey in college, right?

Indeed, I did.

Me too.

That's where it hit me.

In a big formation outdoors.

That's what the movement needs.

A field-hockey team?

Well, that would be great, but, no, we need a march.

The first of its kind in Washington, D.C.

That's ridiculous!

What would that do?

Make the president support a Constitutional amendment.

Molly, dear, go on ahead.

I'll be right along.

I was hoping you'd understand.

Miss Paul, if my late, great mentor, Susan B. Anthony, taught me anything, it's that men are only willing to consider our cause if we present it in a ladylike fashion.

But this would force them to!

Look at the politicians in this ballroom.

We are offering them legions of nice white ladies who will vote just like their husbands on Election Day.

Our sweetness is strategic.

Doesn't that infuriate you?

You know NAWSA's motto: state by state, slow and steady, not until the country's ready.

But it's already been 60 years!

At this rate, our motto might as well be "state by state, slow and steady, not until we're dead."

Your mother brought you here.

She must believe in our approach.

Carrie, my mother died five years ago.

She never got to vote.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I know this march will be the first step to finish this fight in our lifetimes.

But I need NAWSA's support, your support to pull it off.

Let's channel your passion toward an achievable goal.

But—

Maybe we'll try your idea next time.

Now is the next time.

Miss Paul.

I know this is hard to hear at your age, but my answer is still no.