Out of the 37 women around the globe who have ever been honored with a Doodle (including 8 in the U.S.), 5 of them were born in July: Frida Kahlo, born July 6, 1907 and honored in 2010, Naomi Shemer, born July 13, 1930 and honored in 2010, Amália Rodrigues, born July 23, 1920 and honored in 2011, and Beatrix Potter, born July 28, 1866 and honored in 2008. And, of course, Amelia Earhart, who was honored just this week! Let’s take a look at the achievements of some Doodle-worthy women who haven’t been recognized by Google:
— Alice Guy-Blaché, born July 1, 1873, was a French-Chilean pioneer of filmmaking. Guy-Blaché was the first female film director, and eventually managed and owned her own film studio. She was a leader in the young motion picture industry, employing innovative special effects, big budgets, and new approaches to bringing fictional narrative to the screen.
— Mary McLeod Bethune, born July 10, 1875, was an African-American educator who founded a school that grew to become Bethune-Cookman University, and also served as an advisor in Franklin D. Roosevelt’s “Black Cabinet.”
Bethune’s Literary and Industrial Training School opened in 1904 to provide a rigorous education to 6 students, and by 1910, 102 students attended. She funded the school through tireless fundraising efforts, and worked in advocacy for civil rights over several decades. She was the first African-American female head of a Federal agency (as the Director of the Division of Negro Affairs), a recipient of the NAACP Spingarn Medal, and an inductee to the National Women’s Hall of Fame.
— Berenice Abbott, born July 17, 1898, was an American photographer whose most famous work captured the urban landscape of New York City. She also invented many devices for use by photographers, including the autopole and the distortion easel.
— Emma Lazarus, born July 22, 1849, is the poet whose sonnet “The New Colossus” is displayed on the plaque at the base of the Statue of Liberty:
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”