[I] THE VOLCANO OF UNREST
As the new century dawned, America's most popular poetess discussed one of its emergent problems in The Cosmopolitan. A stately figure, Mrs. Ella Wheeler Wilcox was softly enveloped by plumes, chiffons and Oriental metaphysics. Her life was blameless, but her imagination simmered. Day after day she boiled gently, always with a singing sound. Over the land, millions of women throbbed to her verses, little suspecting that her psychic temperature, like their own, was induced by daydreams. Many of them wrote to her. The mountain of mail that reached her, she said, was often a seething volcano of unrest. Was it not time that something be done about the restlessness of the modern woman? Mrs. Wilcox thought it was.
Others, equally aware of the condition, shared her anxiety.