Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1852-11-24
WHOLE NO. 1856.
Tyranny of tho Petticoats.
BY FANNY FERN.


"We males swagger and talk of our superiority,
fbut only the savage has practical dominion over
the weaker SEX simply because he bangs his
refractory female in lordly style We don't beat
our women, and are, therefore, slaves; are forced
to knock under, because we have fastidious no.
tions of knocking them down This may be
quite rect; only state the fact without COM
mentary. Unbeaten woman is tyrant. little
blonde creature with fair eyes, fragile figure, whom
you could crush in your manly grasp, somehow or
other you find yourself trembling before her, as
before Gro wned potentate. She bends you to
her purposes, to her caprces; if you quail not be-
fore her anger, she rushes into Mysteries What
is helpless and, and above ALL clubless man to do!
Be meek and acquiescent."
of course; no other way, my dear sir, if you
want your shirts made to suit you, your old pants
resurrectionized, your dinner kept hot, or any
other little accommodation, (when you are in a
hurry and can't stop to discuss matters.) "Ctub-
less man % like that; I'd like to know if they
don't always resort to ARMS when they intend to
subdue us merely ask for information, as
am an old maid myself! now there is no use in
trying to DRIVE any of the female gender (I'm
one ofthe sisters, and feeling myself qualified to
take the floor, Mr. Chairman y There's no ne
cessity of making such bungling piece of work
of matrimony. Were man, I'd engage to
manage any wife you can bring along. (Be-
tween you and l, I should keep the bits and reins
out of sight y but I'd do it She should be as
docile as a kitten, and believe herself master of
the house, too J! Oh pooh you don't under
stand the philosophy fthe thing--it isn't every
man has call to be husband.
Do you suppose ifyou feed and clothe woman
and keep her warm that's the end of the chapter?
Pshaw imagine me to be Tom FERN! When l
came home from the Office, should take mi
croscopc view of my dear Fanny's face, to see
which way the wind blew. If she looked dull,
from the thousand pretty annoyances of house,
keeping should just put my arms round her
blessed little neck (never mindng collars and
fxins) and tell her didn't care damaged ci-
gar whether had my favorite pudding or not, if
she only Loued me. Wouldn't she then brighten
up, hey! Do you suppose I'd go 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 sgutta percha' phzes No, sir Then I'd
kiss her, and tell her to keep her spirits till
came home at night, and we'd have an early tea,
and hear Tommy say his prayers and 60 to-
(well 1 pARsEN'T say it; but I'd TAKE her there.
Well, sir the consequence would be she would
see was the same facinating Tom who begged
her on my marrow bones on,,moonlight evening,
''to make me the happiest of men," and there
isn't one women in a thousand Created that way!
that wouldn't love till - you were as happy as
fly in molasses cup! As to meek man, de-
fend me from Bettys in corduroys I'd prefer to
endure the banging Of refractory female! I'd
rather be UNDER tyrant than OVER Moses Pr
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