Miss America is a mannish, presumably advanced type of womanhood, who refuses to surrender her rights by marrying the young man she loves, because he has what she considers “too old-fashioned ideas” concerning the femininity of women. She gives oat her ideas in a bale-fellow-well-met-way to the modest man and be retires to sadly think it over as she goes joyously on to “whoop it up” at a suffrage meeting. Returning from a day of strenuous service in disorder and window smashing, she casts herself in exhaustion upon the couch in her study and falls asleep. Then comes to her in dreams a picture of the quiet, delightful days of old, so well remembered from the tales told by her grandmother. Old Father Time makes bold to intrude and conduct her back along the path of the storied past, decade by decade, until she arrives at the age of gallantry, when great grandmother was a girl. It shows the courtly old days in the quaint, colonial mansion where grand dames, powdered beauties, periwigged old gallants and lively beaux danced to stately and dignified minuet. This is all in striking contrast to the syncopated ragtime and “animal dances” that hold cheap and unworthy possession in current esteem. She awakens in shame at the present conditions, tears the banner calling “votes for women” from the wall of her room, and again surrenders herself to the gentle surroundings of her true sphere. The disappointed lover having gained in manhood correspondingly comes to claim his own. In view of the fact that the right to love and be happy is absolutely constitutional.