far in our talk when the servant stood forth in the middle of the hall, announcing the arrival of Miss Ibtihaj Kaddoura, president of the General Arab Women's Union.

Miss Kaddoura came toward us beaming, radiant, aglow — delighted, no doubt, at the victory Mrs. Diab had won... and she went on to congratulate her with warmth and sincerity, saying: "It is we ladies who should congratulate ourselves on you, for you have lifted our heads high and proved to man that woman is worthy of mounting to social, administrative, and commercial posi-tions..." And I sat between the two of them, proud and elated... for on one side of me sat the Municipal Council, and on the other the board of directors of Intra Bank...

And I drift away into another world, all striving and struggle and battle even unto martyrdom for the cause of woman... the days when woman pleaded desperately for her natural, lawful rights, while man laughed at her with all his jaws, decrying her weakness and her incapacity for any work outside her home... I review in my imagination the armies of women's demonstrations — clamorous and wrathful at one moment, calm and measured at another, menacing and threatening at yet another... and how Mrs. Shafiqa was in the vanguard, urging her colleagues on, spurring them to press forward in the struggle, in striving and battle, to the very

end... until success was written for her in her mission and she attained what she longed for... And I found myself suddenly asking: has woman truly attained what she longs for??? It seems my question was spoken aloud, for Miss Kaddoura and Mrs. Diab at once sprang to answer, saying: "We are assuredly still at the very beginning of the road. We have thrown the door wide open for the coming generation; they have only to enter, and then to walk the road we spent long years in paving... We hope

that this generation will come equipped with sound learning and true knowledge, lest it wreck what we have built and spoil what we have set right..."

I asked leave to withdraw... and Mrs. Shafiqa went before me to the outer door in farewell, repeating her kind praise of the pains "The Woman's Voice" takes to furnish the reader with every pleasure and profit, and to guide the steps of the rising generation up the paths of true knowledge and sound learning...