From Harper’s Bazar: The Treasury Deparment, The New Secretary Looking Around
A political cartoon from 1869 depicts the new Secretary of the Treasury opening a door to find a bunch of female employees doing anything but working.
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The Clara Barton Missing Soldiers Office Museum is open on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays from 11 AM – 5 PM for walk-ins. Guided tours are available on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays at 12 PM and 3 PM. Click here to reserve a spot on a tour.
All other times, the Museum will be open only to groups of 10+. Click here to reserve a group tour.
Opens at 11:00 AM
Last Admission at 4:30 PM
PHONE:
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LOCATION:
437 7th Street NW
Washington, D.C. 20004
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The preserved rooms are accessible by both stairs and elevator.
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[She] toiled as few men could have done, stanching wounds which might otherwise have proved fatal, administering cordials to the fainting soldier, cheering those destined to undergo amputation, moistening lips parched with thirst [and closing the eyes of the dead].
The patriot blood of my father was warm in my veins.
I may sometimes be willing to teach for nothing, but if paid at all, I shall never do a man’s work for less than a man’s pay.
I don’t know how long it has been since my ear has been free from the roll of a drum. It is the music I sleep by and I love it.
I ask neither pay or praise, simply a soldier’s fare and the sanction of your Excellency to go and do with my might, whatever my hands can find to do.
Though it is little that one woman can do, still I crave the privilege of doing it.
I only wish I could work to some purpose. I have no right to these easy comfortable days and our poor men suffering and dying thirsting … My lot is too easy and I am sorry for it.
It was a miserable night. There was a sense of impending doom. We knew, everyone knew, that two great armies of 80,000 men were lying there face to face, only waiting for dawn to begin the battle.
When I reached [home], and looked in the mirror, my face was still the color of gunpowder, a deep blue. Oh yes, I went to the front!