Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1877-04-13
LETTER FROM MRS BARLEYcoRr.
CENrERvILLE, in the
County Of Boise, |. T.,
Apr. IL. 1877.

am no writer, but hope you will per-
NIT me to say few words through
the columns of your paper in answer
to a scurrllous attack OH some of the
fair sex of our town by fellow whom
we all know and who signed his true
initials for once, which are III. C. T.
Now, | write in the interest of a large
portion OF very small population,
who inhabit the banks and braes and
streams around the ancient town Of
Centerville. But tits not my purpose
to assume the functions of critic
only want to defend our sex against
the onslaughts Gin print) of this terri
BILE individual, Fl. G. T., who thinks he
knows how to write but who really
reminds me of what Bryon once said,
"What reams of paper and foods of ink
DO some men waste who never think"
he might have gone on with his scrib-
bling, though, if he had only let us
alone, and | would never have both
cred him; but just because few of
the women go into saloon and take
a sociable drink he must fly to the
great IDAHO World and give it pub
licity What if some of them do go in
and stand up to the bar, Ike men, and
gaze at the nude pictures over the bar
while the bar-keeper mixes the drinks |!
is that any of Mr.. II. G. rs business !?
What right has he to notice it? Verify,
] believe, if all the women in town
would do wrong this impudent fellow
would say it was not right. However,
let that go: what | want to maintain
is, that where the men GO all the time
we women ought to be permitted to
go once in while. Our presence
might sanctify the places of iniquity,
which would be benefit to the men.
even though it should detract some.
what from the purity of womankind.
Are the men to 60 to saloons day after
day and night after night, have their
jolly, rollicking good times, drink all
the good whisky, smoke all the good
cigars, sing all the nice songs, play
all the pleasant games of poker, solo.
sixty, pedro, pool, &c, &C., and we be
compelled to sit at home darning socks
and have none of this nice funl No,
no, never! for one won't stand
it, I'll be darned if | do. If | want
to go into a saloon and take o drink
I'll do it, and / won't turn my
back to the bar, either and don't
care snap whether Mr. II. q. T., Mr..
IDAHO WORLD, or Mr.. Anybody-elsc
likes il or not. | stand for the rights
of my sex, and ! know of two or three
more women, who claim to be respect
able, who will stand with me. Thus
fortified we bid defiance to your i'm
moral moralists, whose structures on
the propriety of our conduct sound
like the words of Satan when he re.
proveth sin. Down with this impu.
dent fellow Let him be rammed,
|crammed, damned into bedrock tun-
mel, on tun Of nitro-glycerine, touched
off by our just wrath and shot through
a hemlock swamp. For
He is the ghost that in ceassless persistence
Pursues us with cold subtle whispers OF scorning,
And over the dearest delights Of existence
Upraises his merciless finger Of warning
Drink Yes we will drink; drink
deep, drink long, till drinking seem
respectable, and the foam.beaded cup
be our delight; till we can turn with
manly courage and curse the child
that pleads for mother, dear mother,
to come home to Bonnie. who is dying
in his fathers arms. What though it
be wrong, as Mr.. FL. G. T. would argue !?
We can clink our dime in the deacon's palm
And get forgiveness like d-n.