The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1875-12-30
How a Woman Throws a Stone.
[Danbury News.

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When a woman throws a stone she
strikes an attitude calculated to fill the
breast of the beholder with awe and ad-
miration. She raises her right arm per-
pendic6larly in the air, glares at the
object she is going to strike ~, bends
back her body as far as she possibly can,
and then with a terrific swoop of the
avenging arm, she lets fly that stone. If
she does not lose her balance altogether,
she is unsteady upon her feet for five
minutes afterwards, her back hair gen.
orally comes down, some half dozen hooks
and ewes are sacrificed, and she has a
crick in the back for the next two days.
And the stone-what becomes OF the
stone? Sincerely do l wish l could say it
hits the mark, but a love of truth com
pels me to state otherwise. 1t may strike
off tn the left or right, or even behind
her, the exact direction is c'ouded in I'M
certainty; but one thing is certain, it
never does 60 Just where she intends it
to. A little incident took place in u
neighborhood last week, which may not
prove uninteresttng.
Mrs. McStartler is a firm advocate for
women's rights, and has delivered some
forty or fifty lectures on the subject in
Boomers.
/ happened to mention nee in her
hearing that there was at least one thing
in which man was far ahead of woman,
and that was "stone throwing" This
was evidently broaching a subject which
had never before entered her powerful
mind, and with a scornful look at me,
she informed me that she would prove
that even dowr-trodden woman could
throw stones if she only gave up her
mind to it. She invited us to follow her
into the garden, where; selecting a stone
weighing about a pound, and pointing to
a maple some fifteen yards distant, she
said, You see that napier
We admitted the fact
Pm going to hit it"
Striking the attitude already de-
scribed, she mustered up all her strength
and let fly the stone.
We were gazing breathlessly at the
maple, expecting to see a yard or so Of
the bark peel off but alasl for human
hopes, there was nary peel. The stone
must have been endued with blackslid.
ing principles, for it darted over Mrs
McStartler's head, through the dining.
room window, and taking with it half a
pound of scalp from the head of Mr.. Nc
t Startler (who was taking his after din
ner nap) flew through the dining-room
!, door, and landing at the top of the
kitchen stairs, bounded down them with
lightning speed, and finally brought VI
in a bowl of dishwater that stood on 6
table at the foot of the stairs, wheret the
hired girl vas washing dishes and sing
ing " Mollie Darling"
Mr.. McStartler conversed fuently or
the subject, and Bridget gave warning
at once, wisely remarking "if it wa'
that kind of a house, she wouldn't stoI
at no price"
: As for Mrs. McStartler, she folded he
arms and said if there was a man presen'
who thought he could do the same thing
she wanted to see him do it, come now
No one accepted the challenge. She sale
she never intended hitting the maple
but had had the dishwater in her ey,
; from the first, but didn't say so, wishin.
, to surprise us. We admitted the sur
l prise, and departed silently. 1t was
: wonderful throw, but does not make m,
take back what l have previously saiC
r about women and stone throwing. 1t i
S a much neglected branch of woman
r education, and should be attended to.