At this very moment in London the advance-guard of the Feminist Movement are smoking cigars in public (pledged to do so, regardless of consequences, by a solemn oath), wearing black velvet dinner jackets, cut masculine-fashion, and of course, the Eton crop. Civilisation holds up in its hands in horror, and there is talk of 'the last days' and 'the wrath to come.' But fifteen hundred years B.C. a great queen - the first great queen in history - gummed a false beard to her chin and was referred to in all her inscriptions as 'His Majesty'.