Saturday press. [volume] (Honolulu, H.I.) 1880-1885, 1884-11-15
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Compiled bp HateJ,d Ni.ogynia
Anon Woman is made Of tongue, as 70,
Of tail.
La Rochefoucauld Coquettes are the quaeks
Of love
Anon. Woman coneeals only what she does
not know.
French proverb What a woman doesn't
know she'll hide
Ninon de Lenelos Women are the greatest
enemies of women
Victor Hugo Men are women's paythings
women are the DEVILS.
Moliere A husband is a plaster that cure,
ali the ills Of girlhood.
Cssimir Dumas II God made woman, the
serpent completed her.
Caron One must tell woman only what
one wants to be known.
The only kind Of weeds that are easily e..
tefminated-a widows.
Thomas Bailey Adrich A wom.ns whim
they are full Of whims
Diogenes The most discouraging thing
about woman is woman herself.
Confucius The sword of woman is her
tongue, and she never lets it rust
Gaboriau The fidelity Of a woman is al.
ways in proportion 10 her ugliness
Dro,' Old women are silief than young
ones, because they have been so longcL
Alphonse Kau Friendship between two
women is always plot agains, another one.
Queen Christine love men, not because
they ave mtn, but because they are not women.
Demos,henes What it has taken a man n
year TO build up woman pulls down in day.
George Sand There are no better prudes
than the women who have some little secret to
hide.
Bougeart II speak badly Of women in
general, all OF them attack me Il | make an
application, all the others applaud me.
Bulwer: Saint Anthony has shown that
women, however angelic, are not precisely that
order Of angels tina, saints may safely commune
with.
fortune to the keeping Of some women is to
place a marble statue on a pedestal of glass,
and hope it will no, be broken.
Dumas ST.; God in His divine foresigh,
gave no beard TO women, for He knew they
would not be able 10 keep their mouths shut
while they were getting shaved.
II is the confession Of a widower who has
been thiice married, "that the first wife cures
mans romance. the second teaches him hu.
mility, and the third makes him philosopher. y
Victor Hugo God took His softest clay
and His purest colors and made fragile jewel,
mysterious and caressing-the finger Of woman
then He fell asleep. The devil awoke, and at
the end Of that rosy finger put nail
"Don't you love her still ?" asked the Judge
OF man who wanted divorce. Certainly
! do" said he 90 love her better still than
any other way, but the trouble is she never
will be STILL" The Judge who is married
man himself, took the case under advsement.
Young Ni=kelpinch has evolved long
winded puzzle, and has rigged up an answer to
it, Why is a woman's switch in flames like a
certain ancient musical instrument? Because
q woman's switch in flames is a ialsher, and q
falsifer is a liar, and Tyre is an ancient musical
instrument:
Judge Sharp, the editor OF the Carthage
Illinois, Gazette, was married recently. In the
midst of his eonnubial bliss, however, the judge
did no, forget the duties he owed to the people
Of this great country, and the next issue of tn,
GaHtte had long and able editorial on mi
nority representation.
When Captain Jones came home from hi:
last voyage, Isays an exchanged he learned thai
he had been made a widowcr. He received
the neighborhood coincidence in becoming
manner till one Of the women folk ven,ured tc
breathe into the bereaved mans ears the las,
word Of his late helpmate. Then the old Adam
asserted itself. "Oh, bother" he cried,
"don't talk to me Of the last word. She always
had that ever since married her, and ii would
be only like her to have it dying"
| AT Monte. Carlo traveller meets, in single
combat with,he tiger, a recently-made widower
He can hardly repress an exclamation of sur
prise. 81 know" says the other, with sigh
"it looks little heartless, but only do it tc
forget my great sorrow. She, sir, was woman
that-well, well, You knew her, and her loss
deeply feel. Never shall find such another
wife, sir losing her has cast gloom over al
my life, In fact, If you will but observe it, Sc
anxious am to show respect to that excellent
woman's memory that play nothing but ro"g'
sf nOir and bet on nothing but the black"
PAUL DARD.
Honolulu November 10, 1884.