The morning news., 1894-04-22
one of the horrible realistic novels of to-
LITTLE BOOK OF WESTERN VERSE

Joy ONN q
LITTLE BOOK OF WESTERN VERSE
that she knows will make me laugh, and
then, too, make me shed tear or two; ;
but a good, honest, healthy tear, one
that has already arranged for itself a
laughing dimple into which it may fall
And she tells me as a bit of news that
the writer had present the other day
that there had come to him a little
daughter. And l wondered if away
across the continent greeting from a
sick bed might reach him. You know
that means great deal to a man, the
coming of little daughter. He is
proud of his sons, but it is his girl who
winds herself about his heart and brings
him Joy forever. 1t is his girl for whose
future he thinks about; the boys can
make that for themselves, but the girl
must be looked after, tenderly cared for
and sincerely loved. No girl needs the
ballot to gain their fathers love. Some
times l wish that daughters realized all
that they might be to their fathers.
never saw man so coarse or so brutal
that tender spark could not be awak-
ened in him by his girl child; when he
might be iron to the boys, he would be
wax to her, and She could mold him at
her will, and without the ballot. That
will keep coming up into my mind, though
have book and flower; can't help
remembering the screaming tribe who
are willing to lose so much to
gain so little. They speak on the
latforms about bad husbands In
America, where there is one bad husband,
there are ninety-nine good ones, and
usually that bad one is the result of the
training given by foolish mother 1t is
more than possible that he was an only
son, and that foolish woman made all
femininity look after him, instead of
teaching him, as most American men
know, that women are to be cared for al
ways and at all times.
WHAT WOMEN CAN AND CANNOT HAVE.
When the busy clerk, who is woman,
gets the ballot, she will be treated as the
shrieking sisterhood demand, as an equal
of man. He will smoke in her face, he
will keep his hat on before her, and he
will say those words and tell ~those tales
that respect for the woman at the desk
beside him has hitherto made him forget
In his presence. When she gets the vote,
she can stand up in the street cars she
need never cling in sorrow to a man, have
any pains except those which man under
stands because he has them. and she need
not be surprised if he fails to find her
charming, because no man considers
good fellow anything more than a COM
rade. Being on an equal with him,
she can't cry out her griefs
on his shoulder, and she must put
all her little weaknesses down, down,
trampling them under foot because de-
manding equality, sympathy will become
impossible / suppose she can't even
have the liver wing of the chicken, but
wanting to cultivate bone and muscle
and toughness, rather than fairness and
plumpness and tenderness. she will diue
of the leg, or the backbone or the neck.
But even fashion cannot make the
sexes equal. To achieve this, the world
would have to be made over. Equality
and fraternity between men and women
are impossible. Women in so many
ways is superior to man that equality is
impossible ard in so many others in in
ferior TO him that it is equally impossi-
BILE. She can, when it is necessary, earn
her own living, but she never does it
thoroughly when she takes for her want
age ground that which a man would
choose, She is only a success when her
work is stamped in strong womanliness,
and never with hybrid mixture. She is
inferior to man, inasmuch as she does not
possess what he does, a reasoning faculty.
She may come to the same conclusion,
even with greater quickness than he does,
but she does it by instinct and not by put
ting line upon line and precept upon pre-
cept