, 1904-05-03
Women Wanted.

ago Under the above head, 4 petfect
deluge of letters has been turned loose
upon the office from women all over
the country who evidently mistook the
drift of the editorial upon Wyoming's
want.
Instead of answering all these let
tiers separately and personally, which
would be utterly impossible without
nine stenographers and twenty-seven
~coarsehand writer's, We wish to say
that the original statement was cor
rect and written in deadly earnest.
Wyoming wants women. and wants
them bad, but there is no very clam
orous demand for sentimental fossils
who want a bonanza husband and a
pass from the effete east.
This paragraph probably puts the
kibosh on about rs per cent of those
who have written us so far.
A young and rapidly growing terri
tory is of course largely populated by
men, but they are not as a rule. mil
lionaires with a bad cough. Most of
them are healthy and still retain their
mental faculties. That is the reason
they do not are to import a horde of
weak-minded gushers and turn them
loose upon a thriving municipality.
One soft-eyed hyena who has no
doubt been ignored for thirty years,
writes us a poetical epistle which
ought to melt a more obdurate heart
, than ours. 1t is written on six pages of
foolscap in violet ink and bank verse.
Every word has an ornamental tail
on it and the is are crossed with a
delicate little hair line that looks like
a Saratoga wave on a ball of butter.
Her soul goes out to us in thankful
ness in a way that has created a cool
ness in our family which it will take
years to efface.
The idea of cooking large red dough
nuts in hot lard. or wringing Out heavy
underclothing in soapsuds IL hanging
them out in the back yard on a cold
day, does not seem to occur to her.
There are very few households here
as yet that are able to keep their W
private poet. We try to keep up with
the onward march of improvement so
far as possible, but We are most of us
still too gross to give up u meals
and gorge ourselves on a stanza of
cold poem on the half shell.
The day may come when we will be
glad t sacrifice beefsteak for divine
~afflatus, but it will be some little time
before that period is reached.
The crisp, dry air here is such that
hunger is the chief style of yearn in
Wyoming. and a good cook can get
$125 per month. where a bilious poet
would be bothered like sin to get a job
at S. per week.
That is the reason we are writing
these terse and perhaps ungallant
words. We want to discourage the i'm
migration of a large majority of those
who have written us on this subject.
| They are too fresh and too yearnful in
their nature. One of them opens a
f%our-column letter to us with these
words:
boomerang, thou has spake. Thy
words hast bursted upon mine ear"
Now if we have zee the cause of
any such funny business as that, we
are sorry and ashamed of it.
We feel that we have done some
thing that we would give 81 to undo.
We want to do the territory some
good and to encourage a class OF wo
men to come to this region who would
know enough to construct a buttonhole
on an overcoat so that it wouldn't look
like the optic of a cross-eyeu hog. We
wanted to throw out an invitation to
womankind to come here and locate.
but We did not know that such people
as responded classed themselves as
women. We do not consider women a
drudge or a slave across the nape Of
whose neck the overshoe of tyrant
man is planted.
A thousand times nay.
We look upon women, however, as
useful in the great struggle Of life.
| struggle and the tyrant man on the
other.
One thing, however, is settled. There
is not such a mad rush at present for
blank verse makers a there Is for
women of sound sense who can make a
pie that will not taste like a stove lid
veneered with cod liver oil.
In using these cruel words, we do
1t in order to silence this ubiquitous
howl on the part of these modest Yio-
lets who expect to get off the train
here and meet a confirmed invalid at
the depot with a carriage and a mar
riage license.
The old man with the hectic flush
and a life insurance policy for $780,
900 is not at present ransacking the
four quarters OF the globe for a little
rosebud 80 years old VINO don't know
enough to boil a teakettle.
The young lady who thinks that the
men Of the west do not recognize the
genuine article when they see it, is
laboring under a teporary delusion. OF
course the men who live in Wyoming
are heathens as a class, and let their
hair grow long and deserve the pity
and commiseration Of more cultivated
people, but they would need a good
deal more genuine sympathy II they
were linked for all time with some Of
the timid, gazelles who have written