The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1882-04-21
A Woman on the Female Brain.

In response to a number Of editorials
nm the female brain in the Cincinnati
Gozotfe. a reader of that paper, signing
herself lane B. Thompson. makes the
following reply:
Your intelligent remarks upon the in
capacitv of the female brain call forth a
remonsfrance from the aforesaid organ.
For n person who is not female him
self. and who is evidently opposed on
general principles from any one in his
RIGHT senses ever being female, think
vour DIAGNOSIS OF the female brain a
pronounced failure. A merchant might
inst rs well write about what he knows
of farming as rsan to write of what he
knows about woman. Not that it is
necessary to te a COW to write and talk
about cow. Int for a man to dissect the
intricaciessaf. st@onlan's brain. my dear
sir, you can never hope to attain such
proficiency; it is not your sphere.
have not been able to de,ermine whether
you consider the female brain so very
inferior, or the corresponding male organ
so very superior. You dancearound the
subject, for an editor OF 20 decorous
paper with Presbyterian procllv1t1es, with
unbecOmlng agility. In the one instance
you strike an aggressive pohcy, not po-
lite to your lady readers but perfectly
consistent with your severely patrlarchal
ideas ; in the other, soar to lofty heights,
harmless in the extreme. To define
your position: What grade IN the scale
of animal life do you place woman, and
Is she the missing link between the man
and the monkey? You are IN ablect
terror of the woman suffrage question.
The slightest remark from that groyel-
ing creature, Mrs. Lucy Stone, or a
casual observation from the lips of poor
Mrs. Cady Stanton, telephones yoO up
at once. The whole editorial dignity
bristles up like porcupine, and out
comes an article on the incapacity of the
female mind to grasp the political Issues
of the day, as if the political tldbts
were to be wrested from the dominion of
man at once and forever. Should such
a frightful calamity befal the country I
believe your sex will be furnished with
exclusive apartments, where you can
pass to and from the polls unmolested by
the hordes of enfranchised females.
Every thing, l have reason to believe,
will be made as pleasant as possible for
you. When that auspicious day dawns
upon this country Mr.. Thompson and
myself viii walk quietly to the polls,
vote, and return to our domicile as serene
rs two turtle doves. Our connublal"
tie will not be affected in the least. Tie
mind of the female is, we think, able TO
comprehend the political science of oar
country, but is it strong enough to bear
the cocktails and ginslings so necessary
to strengthen the male brain through the
fearful fatigue of election? l answer
No, and there, Mr.. Editor, you have Us.
There is the in5urmountable obstacle
that stands between women and the
ballot box. As to the marital relations
of Mrs Stone and Mr.. Blackwell, should
they ever go abroad, the exact position
they occupy towards each other will not
probably be a matter of much comment,
and if Mr.. B. could endure the oppro-
M "a "a B:asfasf6h !. ~ -
the feelings ~ kaf. B. will not permit
you to remain silent, give us an article
on a sunfiower or lily, or a cat tail or a
stork-sometmng Bunthorneish. 1t will
be soothing, and it will be early English.
It is true. man and his wife are one, and
that one the man This has existed for
thousands of years since the days of
Adam. 1t may be pre-Adamite. Yet
the world has not reached perfection.
Some say 1t grows worse, and that satan
Is walking the earth horn and hoof.
This does not reflect credit upon the
precedence the male brain has taken
since the creation. No, Mr.. Editor, the
man and wife are one and that one neither
he nor she but it-a neutral character,
where the wisdom and goodness of both
may be combined. And now, my dear
sir, let your countenance beam with
Pickwick benevolence upon the ladies,
and remember the female brain would
be very grateful for little less of your
editorial attention.