The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1856-08-23
From tue ONO Farmer.
Woman's Rihgts.


Woman's Rights again! Oh, I'd
rather have the ague! I'm tired oil it
dlsgussed with it. Wha. Ia the name oI
mercy does poor, prosecuted, right-rldden
temlnlnity w"n. Of an add,uon to her
burdens pve more rights now than
know what t. do with; | havn't use for
hall or lnen IG ucIea 70 uealn with
rights!
Hayn't been sitting here. enduring
the ,oo,h-a5ony ior mortal hour, Sweat
Ing through my new kid gloves, and
growing clar .iooted Ia lndla-rubbers,
lust waiting tor-for-thers to come and
walk with me TO the dentists. To be
sure, the doctor Is my own motAe 3
blessed brother. and his ,f1ice only sew
enteeu easy step IRON my door, aud the
streets are well lighted, and know the
way WITH my eyes Shut. But tnals S
nothing! It's evening and every wo.
man OF lespec,ae1lhy has a right 10 the
guardianship aad protection oi something
tuat wears II nat, when She walks after
dark. I'm MOI the least AFRAID 20 go
alone. bat rights are sacred, aud I've
rigat - The company OF gentleman,
aud lave II | will, II | walt--ll | wal. till
my tooth Stops aching! ReliEqussh one
ot my divine, lnabeuable rights No,
uever--li II were ten times The bother
Talk Of demanding more rights let
the silly things go to church as did last
Sunday, rather lats, and find the pew
filled with strangers. Wasn't Obliged
10 stand there at the door, rgh, in 81 e
ing time, until two old men, one YOU
man, and three little boys, two walking
sticks, three fans, five double peonles,
and several large heads OF tennel could
sidle out Of ,s Didn', stand there in
agony, with people in the aisle waiting
to pass; and dian't the minister's wife,
coming along with her three liule girls,
thrus, the end Of her poor, little, old-iash-
loned, peaked-nosed parasol, / do wish
dona,ioa parties would come IN the sum.
mer, right through the two-dollar lace
OF my new inan,liias And all because
had RIGHT 10 the inner corner Of the
pew. Do you ever see row OF women
leave their seats III I is way for man
No unless he was drunk, or had the
yellow fever.
Such laugh as had, one day last
spring, in the deepest Of the mud, as |
was looking from my chamber window
over into Quaglnne Lane. There are
no sidewalks IN ,ha, lane. only two mar
rev plsnks, and on each side, oh, such a
slough! Wen, along these planks old
Squire Burroughs came leisurey along
picking his way. The squire is a rat
i'd wowan's rights man, believes IN the
everlasting equality Of the sexes, thinks
women should be house 9ullders, sea.
lawyers, butchers, everything.
Just as he reached the deepes. of the
mlte, who should sppear, coming direct
ly toward hun, but Mrs. Ephralm Doc.
little, with htr n,ne small children, and
one IN willow wagon. watched with
iutensest curiosity TO see what the portly
Squire would do. He nigh, pass the
woman aud children sing y; but the wa
gon and baby, never! He paused mo-
ment, bowed coldly then pumped one
loot into the aud, then the other, and
the cortege passed on. There's rights
Tor you Why didn't be tell the woman
10 lake up her brat and then kick the
wagon into the muds Uh, because she
was woman, aad be couldn't.
Why, You simpletons, don't you al
ways have the bes, Of everything there is
to eat the incest piece Of steak, and the
most tempting fruit, and the coole ST glass
Of lemonade !. I've pI,ied the poor men
. great many times, and wanted to dl-
viQe with them; and no doubt should If
il hadn', been for my rights. Doat you |