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	<title>City of Smoke &#187; Women  to Reckon With</title>
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		<title>Mrs. Satan</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 23:43:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>William Bryk</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Victoria Woodhull]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<span style="padding-left: 2px; font-size: 70px; float: left; padding-bottom: 2px; color: #555; line-height: 60px; margin-right: 5px; padding-top: 2px; font-family: Palatino; padding-right: 2px">S</span>ome years ago, the Postal Service issued a stamp commemorating Belva A. Lockwood, Esq., whom the agency believed had been the first woman Presidential candidate. In 1884 and 1888, Mrs. Lockwood waged symbolic campaigns (she appeared on no ballots and received no votes) to publicize the cause of women's suffrage. The first woman admitted to the Illinois bar, Mrs. Lockwood was apparently a paragon of respectability, as worthy of postal honors as, say, Richard Nixon, the unindicted co-conspirator. The Postal Service got the essential thing wrong. <a href="http://www.cityofsmoke.com/archives/686">Read More</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Witch, the Wench &amp; the Colonel</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 23:24:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>William Bryk</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Frenzied Financiers]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Colonel E.H.R. Green]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Hetty Green]]></category>
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		<title>Family Fare</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 23:30:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mimi Kramer-Bryk</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Crime & Criminals]]></category>
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This re-emergence of the child as live attraction may be a by-product of the current baby boom. But it has its roots, I think, in the Burdell affair and its aftermath. <a href="http://www.cityofsmoke.com/archives/1450">Read More</a>]]></description>
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