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Thank you to the Speaker of the House for giving me the floor to address all of you today.

As I have always

always said, we ought to...

Let mother vote

She raised us after all

Won't we thank the ladies

We have loved since we were small?

It won't disrupt our lives

They'll still be loyal wives

So, Congress, won't you please let mother vote?

But

Let it be known that the voices of foolish agitators in the streets did not reach me at all.

It was rather the voices of the patriotic ladies whose service lies at the heart of the war.

And I know how much stronger that heart will beat if you give them this...thing!

He actually said that.

Thank you.

And God bless America.

Thank you for making this happen, Mr.

President.

Oh, please.

Don't count your chickens.

Passing the amendment through Congress means nothing, really.

It'll die unless you miraculously convince 36 states to ratify it.

And the South will never let ladies vote, let alone colored ladies, thank God.

But you just made me look like a gentleman in front of my country, so thanks for that.

You vote like father, vote like son

And two good votes are better than one

So, Congress, won't you please let mother vote?

August 18, 1920.

Wilson was right.

It's been two years of clawing our way through state ratifications.

And it's all come down to Tennessee, where it looks like we're going to lose everything by a single vote.

I have always believed we would finish the fight.

But now I wonder if change this big is too much to hope for if all I've written in this pointless book is a manual for how to fail.