Charming companionships grew up in prison. Ingenuity at lifting the dull monotony of imprisonment brought to light many talents for camaraderie which amused not only the suffrage prisoners but the "regulars." Locked in separate cells, as in the District Jail, the suffragists could still communicate by song. The following lively doggerel to the tune of "Captain Kidd" was sung in chorus to the accompaniment of a hair comb. It became a saga. Each day a new verse was added, relating the day's particular controversy with the prison authorities.

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We worried Woody-wood, As we stood, as we stood, We worried Woody-wood, As we stood. We worried Woody-wood, And we worried him right good; We worried him right good as we stood.

We asked him for the vote, As we stood, as we stood, We asked him for the vote As we stood, We asked him for the vote, But he'd rather write a note, He'd rather write a note so we stood.

We'll not get out on bail, Go to jail, go to jail- We'll not get out on bail, We prefer to go to jail, We prefer to go to jail-we're not frail.

We asked them for a brush, For our teeth, for our teeth, We asked them for a brush For our teeth. We asked them for a brush, They said, "There ain't no rush," They said, "There ain't no rush-darn your teeth."

We asked them for some air, As we choked, as we choked, We asked them for some air As we choked. We asked them for some air And they threw us in a lair, They threw us in a lair, so we choked.

We asked them for our nightie, As we froze, as we froze, We asked them for our nightie As we froze. We asked them for our nightie, And they looked-hightie-tightie- They looked hightie-tightie-so we froze.

Now, ladies, take the hint, As ye stand, as ye stand, Now, ladies, take the hint, As ye stand. Now, ladies, take the hint, Don't quote the Presidint, Don't quote the Presidint, as ye stand.

Humor predominated in the poems that came out of prison. There was never any word of tragedy.

Not even an intolerable diet of raw salt pork, which by actual count of Miss Margaret Potheringham, a teacher of Domestic Science and Dietetics, was served the suffragists sixteen times in eighteen days, could break their spirit of gayety. And when a piece of fish of unknown origin was slipped through the tiny opening in the cell door, and a specimen carefully preserved for Dr. Wiley-who, by the way, was unable to classify it-they were more diverted than outraged.