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  • 1) We are not taking turns, but anytime you make a move, please Reply All so that everyone can keep up with the latest move.
  • 2) You may add text below the photo; this can be the accompanying article.
  • 3) You may add more photos. If the new photo is to be part of the article, please include it in the body of the email.
  • 4) You may alter the current photo.
  • 5) If you have something extra-textual (not to be part of the article but nonetheless part of the story), you may attach it to the email.
  • 6) If you want to begin another article, please type a single line to show where the previous one ends and yours begins.

September 24, 2013

Suffragette 'plot to assassinate Asquith'

By Anonymous Suffragette

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Suffragettes plotted to assassinate Herbert Asquith, the Liberal prime minister, as part of their campaign to achieve votes for women, according to a file released yesterday at the National Archives.

Scotland Yard was warned that two members of the movement were perfecting their pistol shooting in the hope of killing Asquith as he arrived at the House of Commons. They were never caught.

The plot was disclosed by a Mrs Moore, a member of the Women's Freedom League who believed in peaceful protest and feared more militant campaigners were about to resort to extreme measures. She may have been the actress Eva Moore, a suffragist campaigner and friend of Asquith's sister-in-law...Continue Reading

Responding to... The discovery that started it all...

September 23, 2013

The discovery that started it all...

By Mary Leigh

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I found this photograph in a newspaper clipping in my mother's trunk, along with some musty-smelling scarves, a rusty letter opener, and a faded U.S. flag. She had always fallen strangely silent when asked about the movement; perhaps now I might finally learn more about that momentous day in her life. I began to read: