The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1880-02-19
WOMEN AS TRAVELLERS.
A Fable About EVomen-The Travefing-b
and the Lunch-basket.

A Fable About Women-The Traveiing-bag
and the Lunch-baslSet.
"Women are peculiarP'' said the
Traveing-bag, " there is no use deny
ing it. She has opened me twelve times
in half an hour; what for I can't see.
She doesn't always take things out, I
believe she likes to hear my catch
snap"
HPerhaps,n said the Lunch-basket;
50 but watch her with me-two apples,
two sandwiches, four cakes, one orange
and one banana since we started, beside
any quantity of chocolate creams. L am
rather new, you see; this is my first
journey with lady. Do they always
eat like this?''
% She does it to occupy her mind, I
SUPPOSE said the Bag. 81 have often
noticed that people eat when there is
nothing else to do. l saw it on the
steamer when we went abroad
Well, 1 hate it," said the Basket.
" 1t looks so greedy, eating all the time.
1 don't think l ike travelling with ladies,
any way"
think not indeed! They are never quiet
a moment. A man, now, just dumps
us down, and that's the end of US until
the train stops, when he snatches us up
again and rushes off But woman!
First she gets into the Pullman car, and
wonders where her seat is: can't find
the number, and won't believe the pOr-
ter; so looks over every body's head or
under every body's feet until she sees it
herself,
well, really laughed the Basket,
81 don't much blame her for not find
ing the number. Of course, have trav-
eled very little yet; but it seems to me
they try to put it just where people can't
possibly see it."
Perhaps" said the Bag, " but a
woman always has to fuss just so much !;
the cause doesn't make any great differ
ence."
81 hope she settles down now," said
the Basket.
Mercy" said the Bag; show much
you have to learn, poor thing; this is
| only the beginning. She takes her seat,
| but finds it sunny, and wants all the
| blinds pulled down; then she tries to
wedge her bag between two chairs,
and when the old gentleman in front of
| her wants to wheel his seat round, he
can't, because the bag is in the way. He
! looks to find what is the matter, but the
lady takes no notice of him, and he
makes some exclamation to himself,
which we don't wish to repeat. Then
my lady wants a footstoOl, and the pOr-
ter can not find one for the moment; so,
of course, she must have it directly and
can not travel another moment without
it. At last, after making the porter
poke under every body's chair, she gets
up and discovers it under her own, where
it has been all the time.''
% what women want footStoOls for
can't see," interrupted the Basket
g one is always stumbling over them in
dark drawing rooms, l am told"
{" Oh! it is notion" said the Bag
% and ladies' notions are very obstinate
things. That is the reason they get
their own way so often. Men have not
time to bother about whim, and sc
- So it does, :" SAYS the Basket. % Well
90 on. After the footstOOlP"
Them" answered the Bag, " sht
takes out her novel and scent-bOttle anC
is quiet for while; but pretty soon she
feels the dust coming in from an OpeT
ventilator, and, although the thermom
eter is ninety in the car, it has to bt
clOsed-the poor old gentleman in from
of her red as boiled lobster. Their
she eats her lunch and afterward want.
the window opened to throw away the
apple-parings. By this time the poo
porter has wisely disappeared, so sh'
tugs and tugs in vain. At last she look
around in an injured way and says
VIII no gentleman assist me?''
" Women never do understand catch
es,'' said the Basket; d" so men say; eX
plain lock to them dozens of times
and they will always pull the wrong
way
"Quite true,'' said the Bag "well
one of the gentlemen in the car gets tn,
window open for her and shuts it after
ward. Then she is thirsty and wants ;
drink of water, so she goes to the ice
cooler, swaying into every body by thu
way, and comes back with her cup full
of water, splitting plenty of it and waking
the old gentleman out of a sound sleeI
, by small deluge on his bald head
Presently the conductor comes for thu
tickets, and hers can't be found, al
though she has shown it before. Sh'
looks for it in her purse, in her bag, il
her lunch basket, in her pocket, and a
last, when the conductor loses all pa
thence, finds it inside her glove yer,
much mashed, where she had put it TO
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