to an address of
welcome by the mayor; and the
high-light of the evening
session in that city falls on
the
intellectual brow of a Bohemian lady who in-
sisted on making her address in the Czech language,
which she poured forth for exactly one hour and
fifteen minutes. I began my address at a quarter of
twelve and left the hall at
midnight. Later I learned
that the last
speaker began her remarks at a quarter
past one in the morning.
It may be in order to add here that Vienna did
for me what Berlin had done for Susan B. Anthony--
it gave me the ovation of my life. At the conclusion
of my speech the great
audience rose and, still stand-
ing, cheered for many minutes. I was
immenselysurprised and deeply touched by the unexpected
tribute; but any undue elation I might have ex-
perienced was checked by the memory of the skepti-
cal snort with which one of my auditors had received
me. He was very German, and very, very frank.
After one pained look at me he rose to leave the
hall.
``THAT old woman!'' he exclaimed. ``She cannot
make herself heard.''
He was
half-way down the aisle when the opening
words of my address caught up with him and stopped
him. Whatever their meaning may have been, it
was at least carried to the far ends of that great hall,
for the old fellow had piqued me a bit and I had
given my voice its fullest
volume. He
crowded into
an already over-occupied pew and stared at me with
goggling eyes.
``Mein Gott!'' he gasped. ``Mein Gott, she could
be heard ANYWHERE.''
The meeting at Budapest was a great personal
triumph for Mrs. Catt. No one, I am sure, but the
almost adored
president of the International Suf-
frage Alliance could have controlled a convention
made up of women of so many different nationalities,
with so many different viewpoints, while the con-
fusion of languages made a general understanding
seem almost
hopeless. But it was a great success in
every way--and a
delightful feature of it was the
hospitality of the city officials and, indeed, of the
whole Hungarian people. After the convention I
spent a week with the Contessa Iska Teleki in her
chateau in the Tatra Mountains, and a friendship
was there formed which ever since has been a joy
to me. Together we walked miles over the moun-
tains and along the banks of wonderful streams, while
the
countess, who knows all the folk-lore of her
land, told me stories and answered my innumerable
questions. When I left for Vienna I took with me
a basket of tiny fir-trees from the tops of the Tatras;
and after carrying the basket to and around Vienna,
Florence, and Genoa, I finally got the trees home in
good condition and
proudly added them to the
``Forest of Arden'' on my place at Moylan.
XVII
VALE!
In looking back over the ten years of my adminis-
tration as
president of the National American
Woman Suffrage Association, there can be no feeling
but
gratitude and elation over the growth of the
work. Our
membership has grown from 17,000
women to more than 200,000, and the number
of auxiliary societies has increased in propor-
tion.
Instead of the
old-time experience of one
campaignin ten years, we now have from five to ten
campaigns
each year. From an original
yearlyexpenditure of
$14,000 or $15,000 in our
campaign work, we now
expend from $40,000 to $50,000. In New York, in
1915, we have already received pledges of $150,000
for the New York State
campaign alone, while
Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, and New Jersey have