Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1895-03-27

Wnae ne was gong TO say with the
remark: Mr. Douglass. am the son
of United States Senator. cut him
short, said Douglass. "by saying: L
have good reason for believing that /,
too, am the son of a United States
Senator. The young man." he added,
didn't say another word, but looking
at me turned and left the platform. F"
The only blemish ] could ever see in
Mr.. Douglass's oratory was q way he
had sometimes of dropping his voice
to whisper at the last and perhaps
the most important word in q sentence
1t was very annoying, so much so
that once. when he was lecturing in
Ilion, N. Y. in '63. remember a
man in the rear of the hall calling out
and asking him to speak louder.
l mentioned the incident to him that
evening at the hotel. He laughed and
said: 81 don't do that, but I'll remem-
ber." On the way back to the hotel
he said: "Well, did drop my voice?"
Nothing but the fear of something
cataclysmic, something akin to the
pausing of the earth ON it's axis has
hitherto prevented my speaking my
mind on woman-her ways, actions
and manner of treating us. But as
my valley of Hinnom is about full l
must at least open the gatos trife.
To introduce the matter properly we
should go back little, say to the Gar
den of Eden, from which point in our
history date all our trials ON account of
the ladies.
Every one who knows anything of
the subject is aware that there was
complete unanimity of sentiment
among the inhabitants of Paradise
until the advent of won' Al, and that
then, at once, our troubles began.
Right off she wanted her own way
wanted to boss things. No sooner
had she got to housekeeping than she
made fuss about the dinners, wanting
to change the menu-which, as her hus-
band was young man. just starting
in business, was the best he could
afford-and desired fruit for dessert.
The man, of course, yielded; and the
innovation, with the expensive tastes
of which it was the precursor, led to no
end Of trouble. Soon after this ex-
travagance she began nagging her
husband ON the subject Of dress. Moth
/ ing would do but she must have new
dress, and "full dress'' at that, judg-
ing by the small amount of material
required.
Next-but what's the good of raking
over these ashes? Twas ever thus:
"TBat which has been is that which
shall be, and there is no new thing
under the sun"
Woman still wants her own way,
wants to walk right over us-regard-
| less.
There may have been no surface, or
elevated cars in Eden, where the
women demanded, as a right, that men
should give them their seats, or any
theatres where tall hats could obstruct
the view and add to the misery of
audiences; but could anything be much
more exasperating, more unfair, than
the ways of our beloved lady friends
in these particulars?
say unfair" because it is not only
SO, but really oowardly, think, for
woman to give prolonged annoyance
and then take refuge behind the "privi-
leges of her sex. "
How can women act SO! How can
any one, even woman, be willing to
go to theatre or concert and steadily
for hours destroy pretty much all the
pleasure of the performance for Others
And then, observe the dear creatures
in connection with the car seat. No
matter how old or tired man may be,
women, young, healthy, hearty, really
sweet looking-sometimes, perfectly
able to stand, and in this age of
woman's rights, with quite as clear
right to stand as men have, will walk
up to some poor fellow and Estand and
gaze at him severely, or with a sort
of wronged, deeply wounded express
sion till he feels forced to give up his
seat, which nine times out Of ten will
be taken as right, with no thought
of thanks. am always pleased when
this little game is tried on me.
l make it rule with three excep-
tions, never to give my seat to any one:
Exception 1. An aged person, rich
or poor, white or black.
Ditto Q. A person (evidently) in
poor health.
Ditto 8. A woman with an infant
lin arms.)
Ladies with cherubs in boots may
stand.
The action of friend Of mine the
other day-a gray-haired yet withal
spirited young fellow-on the Harlem
end of the Sixth avenue elevated
afforded me much calm delight.
Deeply absorbed in the story of La
Gascogne, he became dimly aware
that an inter esting female was stand
ing near him, evidently enjoying
grievance, a sense of deep personal
wrong in that he had seat and she