Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-03-11
Not Good for Firemcn.

Those of us who have hearts in us, and who love women because they are our mothers, and wiv s, and sisters and cuusns-remember we stop at cousins are apt 10 argue that women ought to be allowed to vote, and do everything that men do, as far as they are able. Some of us d ubt the propriety of the whole thing, but our sympathy and love for the noblest work of God, a good woman, would compel us to allow her any privilege. But there are some things woman could never do. She might draw a G Ivernment salary, or be a po- llceman in Q real quiet ward but she never could be fireman. If she was Q hreman. and was in the station when an alarm WAS sent in, and the horses rushed out like cavalry charge, she would not grah a waterproof ulster and catch hold If the hose-cart and ride out of the house with hoop-la, and put on her clothes on the jump. She couldn't collect her thoughts quick enough. and, at the first stroke of the bell and the first ru h of the horses, she would either faint away and fall over the stove or she would grab her skirts in her hands, yell bloody murder and go up stairs three at tim, ] bS bu6 bCCu u LlOuoc. OuR if she could go to fire in a carriage, and a male fireman should get the hose up 'on the ladder and point the nozz at the fire, the woman fireman might take his place and let thA water sizzle. But then. in that case, when the male fireman had to go down the ladder and leave her there, she would want to take her eyes oil her business and look down at hIm, and see where he was looking, and by the time sine got her eyes back to where they be- | longed the nozzle would be playing on sn adjoining house, and he would have to come up and set her again. The idea that woman would never be 8 success as A fireman oc 'mred to us while seeing . woman try to sprinkle 8 little spot oi grass with 8 garden hose. Her husband 5 had got the hose ready for her and turned on the water, and then he went out to take care of his horse. There WAS Ii tie spot of grass about as big as wagon box, and We knew that WAS what she was going to try and wet. We never saw a spot of grass that seemed to yearn for water any more than thIs did, and there never was a man that yearned less for water from a garden hose than we did, standing out there on the side. walk. When night closed down on the scene and the stars were singing theil evening songs that grass was as dry as 6 powder house, and If there was dry rag on us we couldn't find it. She didu't seem to grasp the situation as a man would. Her fingers seemed tJ be al thumbs, and she could not bring hel mind to bear on the rubber hose so a: to guide 1t in the way 1t should go There was water enough spirited, fol that matter, but 1t did not touch til, spot. She was woman that you woult call deliberate. She was not troubl , vith that spryness that should charac terize those who expect to take the plac, of men in the ordinary vocati ns of life That is, she wasn't till she dropped tn, hose, and the nozzle pointed toward her We never saw such Il change come ove. woman. She heaved loug sigh, lik, a person going Ill swimming, grabbe' her skirts and went around cOrne' with a soonness that was unaccountabl
 and we will bet she didn't have dr, stocking to her back. But the grass
 It was looking up pitifully begging fo
 water. And as we went home and rul through the clothes-wrnger a couple U
 times we could not help thinking what
 colossal failure woman would 6e ss
 iireman.-Teck's Sun.