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then it is better for her to stay in her home!

Then he appealed to woman to take her own share of political life: to concern herself with childhood, with vagrancy, with orphans, with the countless problems of society — this is her field, and in this field she is most welcome!

Another Women's Festival in Sidon

On the occasion of the Lebanese woman's attainment of her full political rights, a great festival was held in Sidon as well, attended by a large gathering of ladies and young ladies. The celebration was honored by Mrs. Emily Fares Ibrahim, Mrs. Ibtihaj Kaddoura, and Mrs. Najla Saab, delegates of the Executive Committee of the Women's Organizations. It was a splendid celebration, at which Mrs. Nazik Jawhari Shamma, president of the Ladies' Renaissance Society, Miss Layla Huways, and Mrs. Wathiqa Yamani spoke. Then Miss Samira al-Solh, secretary of the Ladies' Renaissance Society, delivered a comprehensive address on the women's movement and the developments that have accompanied it, which stirred the admiration of all the women present. She concluded it with a salute to His Excellency the President of the Republic and his wife, and to the government of the new era in which woman has gained her full rights. Among what she said: "When election time comes, we shall not let the men blame us for any slip, however small. We must erase the prevailing opinion that women will vote for the candidate chosen by the man of the house. Rather, we must vote on a basis of principle, of reform, of party, of construction, of purification; and ladies should come forward as

candidates on this basis as well. We must also join the parties that accord with our national and political convictions."

The crowning conclusion was a gracious word from Miss Ibtihaj Kaddoura.

The celebration was a success, and we do hope that woman will conduct herself well under the new responsibilities laid upon her shoulders, and share with man, for gain and for loss, in the arena of this life.

Talk of the Heart — To My Son
My little one... my wonderful poem! What rapture makes my soul quiver now, as I read the little leaf your small fingers penned for me! How sweet these dainty, elegant letters, which you took such care to draw, letter by letter, to bring me the glad tidings of your success and your diligence!! Why, I wonder, do tears spring to my eyes? Can it be the overflow of that heavenly joy which flooded the heart and rushed forth, streaming in its course and watering all my feelings!
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My little one... my wonderful poem! In my struggle with life — that lonely, desolate, solitary struggle — I have won victories more than one; but not one of those victories swept over my soul with such a violent wave of feeling as was stirred by the news of your first triumph, conveyed to me in the innocence of your childhood... and in the writing of your own hand!
And I likened you, my darling, to a frail fledgling bird, resisting the storm with two wings that have not yet learned to fly, while his mother, at the bend of the mountain, alert and watchful, follows him with her heart and her eye; for the test of life has taught her that every stumble her fledgling takes before soaring gains him new strength, until his wings grow strong, and he beats the air with them, and becomes one of its eagles!
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Yes, an eagle of the sky I want you to be, my little one, whose way is to soar in the heights and over the summits... And I shall keep your little leaves with their dainty, elegant script, which record the news of your successive victories in the battles of study... From these victories you will build your character... and your matchless manhood.
Forward, then, my little one... until you grow up to be great — the pride of your nation... and of your mother.
Aphrodite
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