The Van Buren press., 1875-09-07
A Girls idea Of q Man.
MANS work Is done from sun to sun,
But womap's work Is never done.

- AhA AuON Va - AAANh'
MANS work Is done from sun to sun.
But woman's work is never DONE
Standing elbow-deep in dish water, not
many days since, this time e-worn saying
flashed into my mind, like an electric
shock, causing me to drop the dishcloth,
while an emphatic That's SOL" burst
from my lips. My mothers ejaculation of
amazemcnt at SO startling an exhibition
restored me in appearance to my wonted
equilibrium, though inwardly my indig-
nation heat a thrilling tattoo to the flying
cups and saucers which, ever and anon,
crashed into the cupboard. And girls,
whether you believe it or not, the short
space of fifteen minutes saw my dishes
all out of sight--skillets and frying pans
not mentionable, whereupon l calmly
and quietly seated myself to cool off;
but the more tried, the more angry
grew, till finally swapping my fingers to
that hypocritical old doctrine.
" Patience and perseverance, accomplish all
things,'
seized the broom and duster, and pro-
eeeded to vent my spleen upon the nu-
merous offensive articles nearest my en-
ergetic grasp. Chairs 6ew In every d.
rection, to say nothing of dust and cob
webs, and with every dash Of the broom
on went another layer rofindignation. At
this rate, then, leave you to Judge of
my probable state of mind when, at the
expiration of half an hour, just as had
seated myself to rest little from my ar
duous labors, in walked an important
member of the male sex, making an cx.
tremely soothing observation, something
after this style: THAT he wished he had
nothing more TO do than to sit in the
house from morning till night, as the wo-
men all did. +"
Well it would be perfectly useless for
me to attempt TO describe my sensations,
as every word in Webster's dictionary
all strung together wouldn't be enough.
| was actually dumb My tongue Glove
to the roof of my mouth. All the pent.
up ideas of the morning crowded into
! my brain at once, and contracted III my
eyes. Sparks few. il language didn't,
and il looks could annhilatc, | am quite
certain the aforementioned individual
would have been stretched at my feet.
He, however, fearing perhaps such a
termination, proceeded to take his de.
parture with all necessary dispatch, I,
meanwhile, striving to gather up my
dead and alive energies sufficiently to
aim at his retrea,ing csatskirts a shot
with broom.
Men are selfish creatures, the best you
can make Of it. and the more you humor
them the worse they get. They have
been so long accustomed to having the
best of everything, that they have natu.
rally conc to expect it. There is a
mouldy piece of sentiment, fished up from
the brain of some old bachelor, probably,
which always did disgust me, and that is,
Always meet your husband with smile. y
That goes little beyond my powers
of endurance. Smiles indeed Delight.
fully consistent with wash tubs and grid
irons SO woman must slave and toll
in the kitchen from morning till night
shut in from all communication with the
world outside, must toll and bake and
stew with dozen little pinafores cling
ing to her skirt; must sweep and dust
and darn and sew; in fact, must &c
through her work, more dead than alive
with the ever present idea that the arrival
of her husband is the signal for her to
scare up smile, to greet the poor dear
creature who is so tired and harasset
with basiness II there happens to be :
tender spot in the steak for dinner, why
it must be saved for father! The riches
bit Of cream is reserved for fathers cof
/ rofh ba At f,,r ~
able chair in the house-tho largest hall
of the lamb The instant you hear fathel
coming, presto change clear the track
children your father is tired don't dis
turb him run to your mother; she viii
attend to you. Mother mustn't get tired
Well come. Let's have the denoue.
ment. Father plants himself in the only
rocking chair the house affords, elevate.
his heels above the level OF his nose, anG
remains fixture for the evening. Moth
cr comes trotting down stairs, from hei
task OF putting the chcrubs to bed, will
a sensation of pleasure al the bare posi-
bility which suggests itself to her minc
Of social chat with her husband abou
the occurrences of the day, which is jus
what she needs, after the numerous du
ties which she daily performs. Not Il bi
Of it there he sits, coming, with un
finching steadiness, the columns of tha
odious paper, informing her by appear
ance, if not by words, that Num- il
the order of the evening So, heaving ;
faint little sigh, she takes the basket o
stockings. and with answering, martyr
like devotion, plies her needle until tina
man gets ready to speak to her, which
will probably be when he wants a dish o
apples or glass of cider,
ayes, sir my mind is quite made NJ
on that subject. and | don't see that
am going to help it either, for,
l"Mcn will be men the wide world through.
And women can't help it, whatever they dc