Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1852-10-16
NUMBER 43.
SELECT VARIETY.
Tyranny und the Pe.,ieoat.
BY FANNY Perm.

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"We, males, swagger and talk of our superiority;
only the savage has practical dominion over the
| weaker sex,' simply because he bangs his Tefrac-
tory female IN lordly style! We don't beat our
women and are therefore, slaves; we are forced to
Knock under, because we have fastidious notions
OF shocking them down! This may be correct:
only state the fact without commentary. Un-
beaten woman is tyrant. A little blood creature
with fair eyes, fragile figure, whom you could
crush IN Your manly grasp, somehow or other, you
hnd yourself trembling before her, Us before q
crowned potentate. She bends you to her purposes,
to her capriees; if you quail not before her anger
she rushes into hysterics! What is helpless, and
above all ciubless man to do? Be meek and ac-
OF course, no other way, my dear sir. # Won Won
want your shirts made to suit you, your old pants
Iesurrechonzed, your dinner kept hot or any other
little accommodation, (when you are in huryiand
can't stop to discuss matters.) "Clubless manP'
like that; I'd like to to know if they don't always
resort to ARMS when they intends to subdue usl
merely ask for information, as am an old maid
myself Now, there is no use trying to DRIVE any
OF the female gender; u'm one of the sisters and
feel myself qualified to "take the floor" Mr. Chair
man.) There's no necessity of making such
ounghng piece of work of matrimony. Were a
man, ia 10 engage to manage any wife you'd bring
along. (between you and l, l should keep the
| bits and reins out of sightD but I'd do it. She
should be as doce as kitten, and believe herself
master OF the house too. Oh, pooh you don't
understand the philosophy of the thng-tisn' every
man that has q call to be a, husband, Do you sup
pose, if you feed and clothe woman, and kepther
warm, that's the end of the chapter?.. 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 annoyances of house keep
ing, should just put my arms around her blessed
little neck (never minding collar and fixings) and
tell her didn't care damaged cigar, whether, L
had my favoritn pudding or not, if She only loved
me! Wouldn't she brighten up, heya,mD 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 5wire,
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 Tom
my say hisprayers, and go to --(welI, IDARsEN'T T
say it; but I'd TAKE her there
Well, sir, the consequences would be she would
see Twas the same fascinating Tom, who begged
her, on my marrow bones, on moonlight evenings,
'tto make me the happiest of men,; and there isn't
one woman, in thousand, treated that way, that
wouldn't love-till--you were as happy as n
fly in molasses cup! AS to n meek man, defend
me from Bettys corduroys! I'd prefer TO endure
the changing Of refractory female1' I'd rather
be UNDER tyrant than OVER Moses! tzil'i-
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