Biography of Josephine Dodge Daskam

Josephine Dodge Daskam, Mrs. Selden Bacon (February 17, 1876 – July 29, 1961) was an American writer of great versatility. She is chiefly known as a writer who made the point of having female protagonists.

Career

Josephine Dodge Daskam was born on February 17, 1876 in Stamford, Connecticut to Anne (Loring) and Horace Sawyer Daskam. She wrote a series of juvenile mysteries, as well as works dealing with more serious themes. She published books of poetry, which were well received by critics; as noted by one critic, some of her poetry was set to music. She was published under the name "Josephine Daskam".She also wrote on women's issues and women's roles as well. She was a pioneer in the Girl Scouts movement and compiled the guidebook used by that organization.Bacon graduated from Smith College in 1898. She published a collection of ten short stories inspired by her experiences in 1900, intending "to deepen...the rapidly growing conviction that the college girl is very much like any other girl."

Personal life

In 1903, Josephine Daskam wed Selden Bacon, a lawyer. The couple had three children: Anne, Deborah, and Selden Jr.Josephine Daskam Bacon died in 1961, aged 85. She was interred in All Souls Onteora Park Church Cemetery, Hunter, Greene County, New York.

List of works

References

External links

Works by Josephine Daskam Bacon at Project Gutenberg

Works by or about Josephine Daskam Bacon at Internet Archive

Works by Josephine Daskam Bacon at LibriVox (public domain audiobooks)

Josephine Dodge Daskam Bacon Papers, 1876-1961, Sophia Smith Collection, Smith College.

Josephine Dodge Daskam Bacon Papers at the Sophia Smith Collection, Smith College Special Collections

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