Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1864-04-22
Job Potson's Experiment.

and 10 the village store were collected
dozen or more of social spirits, engage,
in drinking cider and talking politics.
BY and by they had talked the poltica
field dry, and one of their number San
Shu;e by name--a red.nosed, blear-eyet
mar, opened upon the subject of domes
tic government. He ventilated himsel
upon household affairs and finally ap-
preached one OF his hobbies as follows
Itell you boys, a mans got to be mas.
ter of his own house if he ever expects
to be any body, Just let your wife gain
an inch, and she'll take an ell. Let heI
once take the reins and she'll be sure tc
keep 'em Lord what thing a man
must be to let his wife rule him
Thereupon Sam shute finished his mug
of cider and then filed his mouth with
tobacco.
That's fact = cried Tom Burnham,
in a thick, foggy voice. 'Egad, I'd like
to see woman rulin' me. never had
it in my family. No, sirs, | hold the
reins myself. My wife moves when |
tell her to. She's got her lesson, and she
knows just what to depend on
Tom Burnham finished his mug of ci>
der and lighted his old black pipe.
You're right, chimed in Lot Quimby,
lifting his great dirty boots on the stove
hearth as he spoke. IF a man provides
a home for his family, he's got a right to
be boss. Thunder! I'd like TO see wo-
man pulliu' me around by the nose
The fact is, resumed Sam Shute,
emptying his mouth upon the floor, these
ere women have got two leadin' strings,
and when they can't pull by one they
will try the other. In the first place
they want to govern like masters---that
suits 'em best, but if they can't do that
then they try to fetch us round by frettin'
and coaxin'. But they don't come none
o their nonsense over me. Lord when
a man puts his foot down what can a wo-
man do 2
That's so, pronounced Burnham, dig
ging up the moist tobacco in his pipe |
with the blade Of his jack knife, and then
putting away for dear life. That's SO,
he repeated, after his pipe was once more
in smoking order. I've had experience
in that. When a man once puts his foot
down, a woman cant do nothin'. A
woman III pull and haul jest as long as
there's chance of havin' her own way
but when she finds that she's got mas
ter, why, Lord bless ye, she'll be like
colt with the bit in-there may be some
kickin' and strugglin'; but she's got to
come round finally. Women have got to
be broken jest like colts
Egg zactly said Lot Quimby, lower
ing his boots to the floor, but leaving
part of the dirt upon the stove hearth
You bit the thing precisely Tom. Egad
there's some comfort in a mans feelin'
that he's boss Of the establishment. If
I've ever got to be a slave, | hope shan't
be a slave to a woman--that's all I've
got to say. As long as I've got a house
| kalkilate TO rule in it. What's your
opinion, Job ?
This last remark was addressed to Job :
Poison, small sized, quiet looking man,
who sat in the corner smoking a new
,ipe.
Il guess, said Sam Shute, with laugh,
that Job is a leetle on the other track
Shouldn't WONDER added Tom Burn
lam with wink. He ran broom straw
through the muddy stem of his old pipe, +"
nd then continued-'His wife has got
be upper hand ! rather guess q
Not by darned sight exclaimed Job, u
a high dudgeon. 'Sirs my wife don't
ule me. You're mighty mistaken if you u
hink I'm hen-pecked.' Il
'But Mrs. Poison does just about as
he's mind to, l take it, suggested u
hute
And, added Burnham, who had got
is pipe a going once more, Il rayther
uess Job does jest about as she tells him st
do
That's so, fast enough said Lot Quinn u
y. !"
But Job declared that it was not so
I'd he became very angry when his com
anions laughed at him and expressed S'
eir pity for him. 80
But when JOB Poison went out from "a a
Ie store and started for home, be began - I,
wonder if they had not told the truth. :
% was not a large minded man. He
as honest and kind hearted, but be lack W.
energy and decision. Still be lad I'd
me pride, as all men are apt to have
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