The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1895-10-17
be dispensed with for weeks at time
without making MIN effeminatA.

be dispensed with Tor weeks at time
without making MIN effeminate.
Some men believe that to abstain en-
tirely from profanity will unsex them,
but statistics show that this is an ex-
ploded theory. Since the churches have
been thrown open to women many have
been surprised to see what good has been
done, and thousands Of church debts con-
tracted by men have been paid by wom
en- in a circuitous way by cooking up the
husbands groceries and selling them to
him at tremendous advance One oys.
ter in pan Of milk under willing
hands will do wonders.
Man thinks he has genius, but what
man among you would ever think that
he might make beautiful patchwork
quilt of his wife's dress and realize
$3.50. 80 by voting it to the most popu
lar colored child in the state?
During the summer discussions have
been going on upon two great questions
viz, (1) Which is the more beautiful,
man or woman? and az Is woman hon.
orable?
One would think that there could be
no discussion on these points, and yet
there has been good deal, and it has
been interesting without being abusive.
Every one remembers old Mrs. Scraggs,
who stood for an hour looking at the
Apollo Belvidere. and then, after asking
for the ninth time if it were really
Apollo, said, with sigh that raised the
dust Of antiquity in clouds, "Well, if
that's the Apollo Belvidere, give me
Sc1aggs"
Beauty, especially in the opposite sex,
is local issue. Love is said to be blind,
but the beauty he sees in some people
does my heart good. There's nothing
that SO clearly proves the existence of an
all wise, thoughtful God more than this.
Where would be today if love had not
surrounded me with glamour for which
I would not take good sized farm,
with 80 head of stock on it?
Sandow, to the importer of Percheron
draft horses and Rosa Bonheur Norman
dray stations, is beautiful. To me he is
as beautiful as locomotive that can
make 80 miles an hour, but what we'll
informed man would prefer him as a
fellow tourist toward better land to
the scores of thousands of the angelic
host which graduates every June in our
own country alone?
When it comes to one sex criticising
the other, it is like one blind asylum
criticising the beauty of rival asylum.
My own Judgment. which on general
topics is sought for every day by those
who are strangers to me, would be en-
tirely at fault in a matter of this kind,
and yet venture to give it with char
acteristic buoyancy and courage.
Man should lay no claim to beauty,
for when he enters the contest and is
conscious of it he becomes merely the
silent partner of his clothes. He should
be the trunk of the tree, not the foliage.
He should be the energy that moves the
panorama, bat he should not be the
panorama.
So far as honor is concerned in bust
ness, woman often saves man from dis
honor. In her own dealings she may be
more tilnid about the fulfillment of her
contracts than man, but that is the fault
of her education and environment to a
certain degree. She may ask for margins
and advantages i'll commercial transar.
tions which man would hesitate to ask
for, but that is because she has learned
that she can do So Women educated to
business methods do not take advantage
| of this.
So far as honor between the two may
be concerned in affairs of the heart,
statistics do not aid us, but our own sex
will do just as well to avoid an investi-
cation.
After all, however, anything that
| savors of savage and heartless discussion
with the two arrayed against each 9TH
| or is wrong and dangerous Man is the
oak and woman the vine, and if the oak
should prove to he iecayed, and the vine
| turn out to be;a poison ivy, humanity
suffers and the divorce machine has ia
work night shift.
Let us be friends.
Let US have peace.
Girls, I will punish the FIRST man who
says you cannot "holler down our rain
barrel" Do aid your hollering there if
you wish, and when you need a new
barrel drop a postal card in the Office for
us. It will be attended to-,
A kind friend sends this week poem
of the narrative kind 1t reminds one of
"Childe Harold but still does not re-
semble it enough to rob it of it's -origi-
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