The Yazoo City weekly Whig. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 18??-1855, 1853-01-14
Tyranny Of the Petticoats.
By FANNY FERN.

By FANNY FERN.
I'VE males swagger and talk of our su-
periority. but only the savage has practised
dominion over the weaker sex, simply be-
cause he bangs his refractory female in lord
II style! We don't beat our women, and
are, therefore. slaves: we are 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 woman is tyrant.
"A little blonde creature with fair eyes, fra
gile figure. whom you could crush in your
manly grasp, somehow or other you find
yourself trembling before her, as before a
crowned potentate. She bends you to her
purpose; to her caprices; if you quail not
before her anger she rushes into hystericsl
What is helpless, 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 resurrectionised. your dinner kept
hot, or any other little accommodation (when
you are in hurry and can't stop to discuss
matters1. "CluJless man!' like thai, I'd
like to know if they don't always resort to
ARMS when they intend TO subdue US? I
merely ask for Information, as am an old
maid myself Now there is no use trying
to driue any of the female gender I'm one
of the sisters, and feel myself qualified to
..take the floor" Mr.. Chairman) There
is no necessity for making such bungling
piece of work of matrimony. Were I a
man, I'd engage to manage any wife you
can bring along. between you and !. !
should keep the bits and reins out Of slightly
But I'd do it. She should be as docile as
a kitten, and believe herself master Of the
house, tool o, pooh you don't understand
the philosophy of the thing 'tisn't every
man that has call 70 Be a husband Do
You suppose if you feed and clothe wo-
man, and keep her warm, that's the end of
the chapter? Pshaw-imagine me to be
ssTom'' Fernl When / come home from
the Office, should take microscope view
Of my dear Fanny's face, to see which way
the wind blew. If she looked dull. from
the many thousand petty annoyances Of
housekeeping, should just put my arm
around her blessed little neck (neYer mind
ing collars and fxins) and tell her ! didn't
care damaged cigar whether I had my
favorite pudding d not, if she only loved
me. Wouldn't she brighten up, hey? Do
you suppose I'd go staying 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 ..gatta pefcha phizes9--
No, sir! Then I'd kiss her. and tell her to
keep up her spirits til come home 1t night,
and ned have an early tea, and hear Tom
my his prayers. and go to- well darsn't
say It; but I'd take her there
"WeIl, sif, the consequ ence would Be she
would see Was the same fascinating Tom
Who begged her On ny marrow bones p
moonlight evenings 80 make ms the hap
NEST Of men, and there ism one woman ii
5 thousand TREATED that way that wouldn't
love you we're Is happy Is = AZ a 9
noIasses cupl AS tomeek men, defend me
from Bettys ii corduroysl I'd prefer 70 e.
durs the banging Of refractory fenialel'
1 / rather BE- under ! tytant than over =
Mosnsl