The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1852-11-23
Tyranny of the Petticoats.


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/ : "We males swagger and talk of our superior
| ity, but only the savage has practica! domin-
ion over the "weaker SEX" simply because he
bangs his refractory female in lordly stylel We
don't beat our women, and are, therefore
slaves: are forced to knock under, because we
have fastidious notions ofknocking thom down!
This may bo quite correct; only state the fact
without commentary. Unbeaton women is a
tyrant. a little blind creature with fair eyes,
fragile figure, whom you could crush in your
manly grasp somehow or other you find your
self trembling before her, as before crowned
potcntate. She bends you to her purposes, to
her caprices; if you quail not before her anger,
sho rushes into hystericsl What is helpless
and above all, clnbless man to do? BE meek
and acquiescent." ,sftfrf
Ofcourse: no other way, my dear sir, if yon
want your shirts made To suit you, your old
pants rcsurrcctionized, your dinner kept hot,
or any other littlo accommodation, (when you
are in hurry andcant stop to discuss matters J
"Clubless man." like that; I'd like TO know
If they don't always resort 10 ARMS when they
intend to subduo us? merely ask for infor-
nation, as am an old maid myself! now there
is no use in trying to DRIVE any of the female
gender I'm one Of the sisters, and feel myself
qualified to take tho floor, Mr. Chairman!)--
There's no necessity of making such q bung-
ling piece of work of matrimony. Were n
a man. Id engage to manage any wife you can
bring along. between you and IL should
keep the bits and reins out Of sightD but I'd
Go It. She should be as docile as kitten, and
believe herself master of tho house. too! Oh!
poohl you don't understand tho philosophy of
the thing--i, isn't every man has call to be
husband.
Do you suppose f you feed and clorhe wo-
man and keep her warm, that's tho end ofthe
chapter! Pshaw! imagine mo to he tho Tom
Fern When came home from the Office,
should take microscopic view of my dear
Fonny's face, to SEQ which way the wind blew,
If she looked dull from II o thousand petty an.
noyances OF housekeeping | should just put my
arms round hcr blessed little neck (nevor min
ding collars and fixens,) and tell her didn't
care damaged cigar whether had my favor
ito pudding or not, if she only loved me-
Wouldn't he then brighton up, hey: Do you
suppose Id go staving mp and down tho room
like a hyena, and knock over her work basket,
and tread on the baby. and break tho bell wire,
and scowl till looked like one of these "gutta
pcrcha" phizcs?
No sir! Then I'd kiss her, and toll her to keep
her spirits till come home at night, and we'd
have an early tea, and hear Tommy say bis
prayers and go to-(well DARsES'T say it; but
I'd TAKE her there
Well, sir, tho consequence would be she
would see Twas the same fascinating Tom who
begged her on my marrow bones on moonlight
evening, 'to make mo the happiest of men,,
and there isn't ono woman in thousand Urea
ted that way) that wouldn't love till-you
were as happy as fly in q molassos cup! As
to meek man, defend mo from Bet,ys in cor
duroys! I'd prefer to endure the "Jdnging Of
a rcfracto y femaler I'd rather be under a
tyrant than over a Mosesr-[Olive Branch