Washington telegraph., 1864-06-01
krtemus Ward on "Wimmin's Rites.

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krtenus Ward on "WImmin's Rites.
The witty shcwman, ia his last contri-
button to the literature Of his country
thus discourseth:
The ensooin scenes in my checkered
kareer is respectfully submitted
WInMs's RITEs.--I pitched my tent in
a small town in Iajiana one day last
.eeson, and while ] was standin at the
doore takin money, depy tashun of la
dies cum up & sed they was members Of
the Bumbumville Femail Moral Reform
i Winmin's Rites Association, * they
a1ed me if they Good 60 in and no.
pay.
Not zaetly,' say. |, but ycu car
pay without goln in
Dew 700 know who we air? sed one
Of the wimrnin-a tall and feroshus look
ing critter. with blew kottOn umbrelleI
under her arm dew 700 know who We
air, sur
Ny inpreshun is,' sed /. from a kur.
serv view, that you air temaAs'
W nAiip l4AC lclOSEllS WV
man; we belong to Society which be-
ieeves she is endowed with an mutch
intellect as man-whitch believes in
rssin her to her proper speer-whitch
believes she is trampled on 4 aboozed
& which will rezist hense4th x fur
ever tile incroachments of proud and
domineering man
During her discoarse Icentric femail
grabbed me by the cote ccller & was
swinging her umbreller wildly over my
head
| hope, marm,' sez !, starting back,
that your intenshun is honorable line
a lone man in strange place, besides
I've vife to hum
Yes cried the femail, '& she's a slave.
Doth she not drecm of freedom doth
she never think Of throwin' off the woke
of tyrinny, & thinkin' & speakin' and
votin' for herself? Doth she never think
Of these here thingsT
Not bein' natral born fool sez |, BY
this time little riled 4 kin safely say
that she doth not
40, whot, whot!" screamed the female,
swingin' her umbrella in the air, 20 whot
is the price that q woman pays for her
experienced
i don't know says I, the price to my
show is l5 cents per indiwiduol'
x can't our society 60 10 free?' asked
she female.
'Not if know it, ses I.
'CroOil, crooil maui she scd < burst into
tears.
'Won't you let my darter in?' sed an
uther Of the xscnsric wimmip. takin me
affockshunaieiy hy the hand. % please
elfila Isl GIS of nature nai
let her gush,,' roared I, as mad a. !
could stick at ;heir tarnel noncents, 'let
her gish.' whereup9n they all sprung
back with the simultaneous observashuu
that was Beest.
MY feinai frcnds,' sed i. 'be4 you
leave, I've few remarks 10 remark; VIZ
them well. The femail womin is one of
the gratcst instistooshuns Of which this
land can boste; it's onpossib.c to get along
without lir Had there been no femail
woman 10 the world, should scarcely be
here with my unparalleled show on this
horsepishus occasiun She Is good in
sickness-gool in wellness s-good all the
time. q. woman, woman l cried, my
feelins worked up to a high poetic pitch,
you air az angel when you behave your
self, but when you talk of your proper
APPAREL, (metaforically speaking) and get
into my pantylocns-Th hen you desert
your fresides, & with your heds full Of
wimmns' rites ooshuns 60 round ike
roarin' lion, seeking whom you may devour
sumbody-in short, when you undertake
to play the man, you play the devil, & air
a emfatic noosance. Ny femail frends,'
| continued, rs they was Indignantly de-
partin', wa well what A. Ward Las sed.'