Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1855-03-28
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SALLY MAGUS,

! THE woMAS wor KNOWS HOW TO MANAGE THE MEN,
| 'sWell, here l be; wake snakes, the days a
breakin; now I'se set my eyes on good ma
ny strange things in my day, but this gettin'
married business beats everything ever did
see. It goes ahead of Sam Fling, when he want
ed TO buy one Of my cheeses to make grind
stun. When Ihad ahusband-DeyiPsw whiskers
if he only said beans to me, made him
jump round like stumptail cow in fly time.
| s.But there's Mrs. Fletcher, she's three parts
natural born fool, and t'other part is as soft
as billed cabage. Awoman that don't stand up
| for her rights is disgrace to my sect. How
any man should ever want to marry such
| molasses candy critter as she is, is one of the
secrets of human natur. And as to hand
some-handsome never stood in her shoes.
For she looks as if she'd break in two if she
tried to lift pot of potatoes. suppose her
fingers were made to play the pianny.
Snow, it's my notion, when woman gives
man her hand, it ought to be big enough to
hold her heart at the same time. Such hand
as mine is worth giving, for can stop bung
hole with my thumb, and I've done it too.
81 went into Fetcher's this morning, and
true as am virtuous woman, he was busing
on her like dog for lending his receipt book
to Miss Brown, who's fond of reading. l spose
he didn't keer for the receipts that was writ
ten in the book, but it was the receipts that
wasn't there, and ought to be, that stuck into
his crop. And Mrs. Fletcher hung down her
head, and looked for all the world like a duck
in thunderstorm. just put my arms agin
my sides, looked her man right in the eye till
he looked as white as corpse. It's always a
way eyerybody's got when / fixes my eye on
'cm. And the way my looks white-washed
his brazen face, was better than Stacked lime.
There says 1 to Mrs. Fletcher, says l your
husband had ought to had me for a wife.
When my man was alive, he'd no more think
of saying nothing imperdent to me, than he'd
take the black SOW by the tail when she's nur-
sin her pigs; and you must larn to stick up
to your man jest like new hair-brush.
81 never found any debility in managing
these critters, for l always teached 'em what
sarce for the goose is sarce for the gander.
There's no two ways with me; I'm all of size,
stub-twisted; and made of horseshoe nails.
I'm chock full of grit, and rough post for any
one 10 ruD tHelT UdChS aStiIL; dUs ilhe uIe,
what can take a bag of meal on her shoulder
and tote it to mill, ought TO be able to shake
any man of my heft. Some thinks l ought to
get married, and two or three has tried to spark
it with ME, but / never listens to none of their
fattery. Though there Blarney Bob
came hatterfyin' me like tub of new butter.
For I've no notion of being trammelled up in
their halters of hymens. | likes my liberty,
and wants no halters or brides put upon me.
Sam Mooney was shinn' up TO me too; and
then there's Jim Sweetbread, the butcher; but
he didn't find me half enough for his market.
1t isn't everything that sticks its leg thro' broad
cloth that's going TO carry off gal of my spirit.
My charms amt TO be had for the bare axing. !
ssGettin' married is serious thing, as tell |
ed my old man when was wallopin' him with |
9 leg Of mutton, because he took my shoe
brush to clean his teeth with. Wherever
there is nose, there is mouth not far off,
and that proves that natur has given woman
her rights as we'll as man.