Oh the 20th century girl! What a wonderful thing she will be! She’ll evolve from a mystical whirl A woman unfettered and free; No corset to crampen her waist, No crimps to encumber her brain: Unafraid, bifurcated, unlaced, Like a goddess of old she will reign! She’ll wear bloomers a matter of course; She will vote not a question, of doubt; She will ride like a man on a horse; At a club late at night she’ll stay out; If she chances to love she’ll propose; To blush will be quite out of date, She’ll talk politics with her beaux And out talk her masculine mate. She’ll be up in the science of things; She will smoke cigarettes; she will swear If the servant a dunning note brings, Or the steak isn’t done to her care. No longer she’ll powder her nose, Or cultivate even a curl, Nor bother with fashion or clothes, This 20th century girl. Her voice will be heard in the land; She’ll dabble in matters of State; In Council her word …