The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1880-11-11
Lovely Women,

WIonSS1 d-u WS KNOW you need your
rights, and we intend That you shall
have them-your rights--that is, you
shall have your rights if we have to give
them to you "ourself. Not only your
rights, but your lefts. Take the whole
Seriously ly we believe in your emanci-
patton.
We know you do more work for less
money than your brother can be hired to
do. We know that you are underpaid,
as rule, for most that you do. We
know how you have been elbowed and
crowded out of the professional world SO
long as men could keep you out. We
know that your rights have been disre-
garded alike by the hostility Of your enc
mics and the careless thoughtlessness of
your friends. We know how your cour-
age, fidelity and ability have been un-
derrated. And, if we could, we would
overturn oil this in minute. Person
ally, we would like to put the ballot in
your hands this fall, knowing as we do
that your hands would honor it, and we
would like to see you cast your first
vote Tor our nominees. But, with all
this, we fear that man is not your worst
enemy.
Your most imperious and pitiless
tyrant is woman. Now, don't flare up
and interrupt before we aro through.
Nobody, we repeat, is SO hard on you as
women. No man with whom you deal
Is so pltlless as women. Your worst
tyrants are those Of your own sex.
Only few days ago we heard Mrs
LivermOre lecture on "Superhuous
Women" She told lis nil about the
beautiful things she saw ut the Centen-
nial, all made by women. We enjoyed
her lecture, applauded and indorsed it.
but we felt sad when she told about the
beautiful things she saw at the Centen-
nial that women made. Here, to our
way of thinking, is the most imperfect
phase OF wOman's education. We don't
know what she can make, but we do
know what she can't make. She can't
make her own clothes.
Now, how can women expect to 20
ont into the great world and compete
with her brother until she can make her
own clothes as well rs her brother makes
his? Don't tell lis you can, because we
know better. You can't.
See here. Three years ago-it may
have been four, but it was certainly
three-we went into merchant-tailor-
ing establishment in Burlington to order
asult of clothes. We selected the cloth,
the cutter measured us, the proprietor
said, eve will send tho suit to the
house when it is finished" That was
all. We never bothered about it, didn't
go to sec how the suit was coming along
IT came home, was put on, it fitted as a
matter OF course, Just as we expected it
would, and there was nothing lacking
about it. Since that time we hnve never
troubled the cutter for new measure.
He docs not want it. When we want n
new suit we merely select tll6 1i0th and
go out, and in7t1ue tin1e The suit follows
us home. H we are 1000 miles from
home we have just to write and the suit
is made (*), sent by express and fits lust
as though we ran in to fuss over it six
times O minute.
Now, on the other hand, our wife
wants dress. After two OF three or
half dozen stores have been ransacked
for the goods, the dressmaker is sought
out The matter of measurement is
tedious, and then the matter of fitting
is one of numerous and repeated trials.
Finally the dress is finished and sent
nome. Then it is sent back to be taken
IN here and let out there, and at last,
after the customer has been fitted moro
times for that one dress than her hus-
band has been measured In three or four
years, the dress comes home for the last
time, and is pronounced by the wearer,
her friends and the dressmaker as beau.
tiful and a perfect fit, and. it is finished.
Beautiful it certainly is, far moro
beautiful than anything her husband
ever wears. Colors and material, stvle.
blending shades and contrasting bits of
color, are all in the perfection of good
taste. No man can improve upon that