The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1852-11-10
TYRANNY OF THE PErTICOATs.
Il, By FANNY FERN.

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ave males swsggsr and talk Of ou,
superiority, but only the savage has prac
tical dominion over the weaker SEX
simply because he bangs his refractory f.
male in iordly stylel We don't beat oul
women, and are, therefore, slaves; We ore
forced to knock under, because we have
fastidious notions Of knocking them down
This may be quite correct; | only state the
fact without commentary. Unbeaten wo.
man is tyrant. A little bland creature
with fair eyes, fragile figure, whom YOU
could crush in your manly grasp, some
how or other you find yourself trembling
before her, as before crowned potentate
She bends you to her purpose, to her ca.
prices; il you quail not before her anger
she rushes into Mysteries! What is help.
less, and above all, clubless man to dol
Be meek and acquiescent." 5f a~s
Of course; no other way, my dear sir
if you want your shirts made to suit you
your old pants resurrectionized, your din.
ner kept hot, or any other little accommo.
dation, (when you are in hurry and
can't stop TO discuss matters. Clubless
man!' | like that; I'd like to know If they
don't alpays resort to ARMS when they
intend to subdue usl merely ask for in.
formation, as | am an old maid myself!
Now there IS no use trying to DRIVE any
Of the female gender (I'm one Of the sis
ters, and feel myself qualified to stake the
floor" Mr.. Chairman!) There's no ne.
cessity Of making such a bungling piece
Of work Of matrimony. Were l man,
I'd engage TO manage any wife you can
bring along. Between you and ]. | should
keep the bits and reins out Of slightly bui
I'd do it! She should be as docile as a
kitten, and believe herself master Of the
house, too! Oh, pooh! you don't under.
stand the philosophy Of the thing-'tisni
every man that has call to be husband!
Do you suppose il you feed and clothe a
woman, and keep her warm, that's the
end Of the chapterl Pshaw: imagine me
to be TOM Fern! When came home
from the Office, | should take microscopic
view Of my dear Fanny's face to see which
way the wind blew. If she looked dull,
from the thousand petty annoyanoes OIL
housekeeping, should just put my arm
around her blessed little neck (never mind.
ing collar and fixins. and tell her I didn'
care damaged cigar whether had my
favoriie pudding or not. if she only lored
me. Wouldn't she brighten up, hey? Do
you suppose I'd 60 staving up and down
the room like hyena, and knock over
her work basket, and tread on the baby,
and break the bell.wire. and scowl till |
looked like one Of those 'gutta .percha"
phizes? No, sir! Then I'd kiss her, and
tell her to keep up her spirits till came
home at night, and we'd have an early
tea, and hear Tommy say his prayers, and
60 to-(well | DARsEN'T say it; but I'd
TAKE her thereby as 4
Well, sir, the consequence would be
she would see | was the same fascinating
Tom who begged her on my marrow bones
on moonlight evenings, "to make me the
happiest OF men," and there isn't one
woman in thousand Created that way)
that wouldn't love ill - you were as
happy as fly in molasses cup! As to
a meek man. defend me from Bettys in
corduroys! I'd preferto endure the "bang.
ing Of refractory female" I'd rather
be UNDER tyrant than OVER Noses!
Olive Branch.