The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1864-01-07
Job Potson's Experiment.

doors, and In the village Storo were collecte
dozen. or more, of social spirits, engage
in drinking cider. and talking politics. B.
and by they had talked the political fiel,
dry, and one of their number-Sam Shut
by name-a rod nosed, blearsd- eyed man
5 open upon the subject Of domestic govern
ment. He ventilated himself on household
affairs in general, and finally approached on
of bis hobbies as follows:
4 tell ye, my boys, a mans got to b.
master in his own house If he ever expect
to be any body. Just let your wife gain al
inch, and she'll take an ell. Let her ones
take the reins, and she'll be sure to keeI
'em-Lord! what thing a m an must be t.
let his wife rule him.
Thereupon Mr.. Sam Shute finished hi.
mug of cidar and then filled his mouth with
tobacco.
That's fact cried Tom Burnham, in 6
thick, foggy voice. 'Egad, I'd like to see
a woman rulln' me. never had it ia my
family. No. sirs. hold the reins myself
My wife moves when tell her to. She's
got her lesson, and she knows Just VIII at to
depend on
Tom Burnham finished his mug of cider
and lighted his old black pipe.
'You'er right chimed Lot Quimby
lifting his great dirty boots on the stove
hearth as he spoke. IF man provides a
home for bis family. he's got a right to be
boss. ThuLderi I'd like to see a WON an
pnllir' me around by the nose.'
The fact is,' resum ed Sam Shute empty
ing his mouth upon the floor, these ere
women have got the leadin' strings, and
when they can't pull by one they try the
o'her-in the first place, they want to gov
ern like masters--that suits 'em best; but,
il they can't do that, then they try to fetch
US round by frettin' aud coaxin.' But they
don't come none of their non ense over m
Lord! When a man once puts his foot
down what can a woanm do?'
That's so,' pronounced Buruham, dig
ging up the moist tobacco in his pipe with
the blade of his jack knife and then pulling
away for dear life. That's so,' he repeat
ed after his pipe was once more in smok ing
Order-I've had experience in that. When
a man once puts his foot down, a woman
can't do nothin'. A woman'll phil an haul
jest as long as there's a chang of havin'
her own way; but when she fads that she's
got a master. why, Lord bless she'll be
like colt with the bit in 70 may be
some kickin' and struggling but she's got
to come round finally. Women have to
be broken just like colts
Egg zactlyi' sold Lot Quimby lowering
his boots to the floor, but leaving a part of
the dirt upon tho stove-hsarIh. You've |
bit the thing precisely Tom. Egad, there's
'ome comfort in a mans feelin' that he's /
boss of the establishment. If I've ever got
% be slave, | hope | sban't be a slave to .
/ women-that's all I've got to say As
ong as l own a house, kalkilate to rule in /
I. What's your opinion, Job?'
This last remark was addressed to job /
Poison, small sized, qniet looking man,
Who sat in the corner smoking new pipe.
i guess said Sam Shute, with a laugh,
that j OBJ is little on the other track''
Shouldn't wonder, added Tom Burnham
With wink. He ran broom straw through
be muddy stem of b is old pipe, and then
wife's got the upper hand
rather guess
Not by burned sight, exclaimed Job
q high dungeon. 'Sirsi my wife don't rule
,e. You mighty mistake IN if you think I'm
But Mrs. Poison does just about as she's
mind to, take it, suggested Sbute.
And added Burn ham, who had got his
ipe going once more. Il rayther guess
OBJ does just about as she tells him to do
That's so, fast enough said Quimby.
But Job declared that it was not so; and
g became very angry when his companions
ughed at him and expressed their pity for
i'm.
But when Job Poison went out from the =
ore and started for home, he began to won
er if they had told the truth. Job was
ot a large minded man; but he lacked I
,ergy aud decision. Still. he had some
.ide, as small men are apt to have; aud the g
marks Of his companions had touched t
m in tender spot. .. .. !
As he walked slowly homeward he
ought the matter over, and finally came
the conclusion that his wife did rule. He
lied to mind all the domestic arrange G
ents and doings of the past week, and he a
as forced TO admit that he was, in many a
spects, the governed. He stopped square i
the road and put his foot down. il
This won't do!' he declared to himself f
must tnrn over a new leaf. By the great b
oses! I'll be master in my own house!- n
Q will see who'll goverDh q
Sarah Poison sat in her kitchen, ngaged II
me nding her husbands frock. She was "
Medium sized, mild faced woman, with p
,sr hazel eyes and dark brown hair-a
thful loving woman. frugal and industri- p
3. ond possessing good share Of frmness -
decision. The house was clean, and in n
Ter; the shed was pattern of Deatness; a
Q barn was we'll kept; the COWS and pigs a
re fat and sleek; the orchard was trim; 81
the farm was productive, and careful fe
server who had watched the doiDgs OF n
.een years would have said that Sarah a
tson was the genius who presided over 0
this order and thrift. b
Job Poison reached bis honae, and hu ug
} hat upon the back of chair and sat =
wn by the stove. G.
Job,' said his wife, without stopping her r,
edle, 'as soon as you get warm, I guess I,
nd batter fix our front door step. The O.
INK on the lower step is loose. And after Il
lner would be atime to secure the beam "
er the tie-up. Y on bad better do it be- ii
q the staunchions get loose. The cattle
l;..1. ,k;tol