The Portland daily press., 1874-05-05
Women and Political Strategy.


The Minneapolis correspondent of the
Chicago Inter-O Ocean tells the following anus
ing incident of the fast-developing woman
politician: @
The following somewhat laughable incident
of election day is circulating, although it has
not yet found its way into the papers: A GER
tain prominent supporter of Wilson. whom
we will call Jones, living in the Eighth Ward,
has wife who is very jealous in the cause
of temperance She exerted her utmost en-
deavors to induce her husband to vote for
Brockett, the law and order candidate. She
used argument and entreaty, Establishments
and threats, prayers and tears, but without
avail, and at length apparently yielded to the
stronger masculine will. Mr.. Jones INDUCED
himself in an extra nap on the morning of
ell ction day, and when he arose he found
some buttons gone from very Indispensable
article of dress. He called his wife, who was
already up, and asked her to sew them on
She cheerfuy complied and took the gar
ment to another room to do the repairing. In
about thirty minutes she returned, holding
up to his astounded gaze the tattered re-
mains of his once cherished pantaloons.
What but yesterday became Mr.. Jones's
shapey legs so well were now hit only to be
made into shoddy. In explanation, Mrs.
Jones said that "that nasty Newfoundland
puppy which he would insist upon having in
the house had got hold of them while she
was attending to some domestic duty and
the result was before him." Mr.. Jones was
provoked, but he could not in justice say
much, as his wife had frequently protested
against having his mischievous pet around.
So he only growled, "Why don't you bring
me another pair, thenP' but, my dear,
l don't think you lave another pair in the
house that you can wear" sm:lngly replied
his better half Il put two old pairs into the
carpet last week, and you know YOU told me
to give that beggar a pair yesterday as Ha-
van was making you some new ones; but
will see what l can fnd," and away went
Mrs. Jones, not looking particularly sympa-
thetic, Jones thought. He remembered per-
fectly well about the present to the beggar,
and he was anxious TO be at the polls, to see
that the recipient voted right. Soon Mrs. j.
returned, and not empty-handed. She brought
pair of white duck pants, long ago discard
ed as too short.
Here, Henry, she said, as she handed him
the desired apparel, Il think these will do
nicely under the circumstances, and consid-
erng that it is not SO cold now" DO"
roared the now enraged Mr.. Jones, throwing
the Objectionable garment to the farther end
of the room; "do you think that am such a
consummate fool (he being member Of the
church in good standing, we omit some OF the
adjectives which he is said to have used on
the occasion) as to be seen on the streer in
those things?' The lady, somewhat shock
| ed at this violent behavior, soothingly sug-
gested that he might try an old pair of bloom
| ers which she herself bad once worn, but
| this he most ungraciousy refused to do. As
there were some lady guests, in the house,
Mrs. j. was now obliged 10 excuse herself, af-
ter having brought in breakfast and the morn
ing paper, and our unfortunate politician
was left alone to reflect upon the peculiar sit
uation and the combination of circumstances
which landed him hors de combat. After
some time spent in quiet meditation, his per-
turbed spirit being soothed by the cheerful
conversation and occasional merry laughter
of the ladies' in the adjoining parlor, which he
was sure must be at his expense, and no 9TH
er means of escape offering itself to his mind,
he again summoned his admirable consort.
who seemed to sustain the aff1ictiop of her
loard and master with remarkable cheerful
ness, and begged of her to 60 up town and
supply his necessity from clothing store,
This she kindly promised to do, but as she
had company OF course could not go TIL after
dinner, and 1t was 3 O'Clock before she was
ready to start, and, as her guests accountant
ed her, it was not strange that she did not re-
turn before 3.
"Thank heaven, there is still time to vote"
thought the captive, as Mrs. Jones handed
him brown paper parcel. With eager,
trembling fingers he opened it. Tbs pattern
was not to his taste, but though usually very
fastidious about his dress, he scarcely gave it
glance; he was more elated than with the
first pair he ever put his legs into, But alas
unlucky day. 1t was as impossible for him to
get into those breeches as it was for him to
go up town without any. His good natured
wife Immediately set out to exchange them,
and returned the second time with an exact
ut just as the polls closed. And still ME-
| Jones "was not bappy.,