The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1910-03-31

fetch it to him and appease him.
As he grows older he still continues to
cry for what be wants, and he continues
to get it. Those about him may know
that he shouldn't have it, and that it is
bad for him, but to stop his cries they
thrust the desired article into his hand,
or let him do as he please. He con-
Quers and rules his little kingdom by the
tyranny of tears.
AS he grows up, rs a general thing,
the boy quits weeping because somebody,
for the salvation or society, invented the
theory that it is unmanly for a man to
weep. Here and there, however, we find
a mar who still has the ability to shed
tears that make us his unresisting vic
tins.
In our hearts we despise him for a
weakling. We know that his hard luck
tale of the world being against him is
buncombe, and that the reason he has al
ways failed is because he is too lazy and
trifing to have ever dom an honest days
work or made a genuine struggle for sue
cess.
Nevertheless, when he weeps our hand
goes down into our pockets, our doors
open to him and we take upon ourselves
the miserable burden of his worthless
ness. Why? Simply because we do not
have the nerve to resist his tears. 1t is
so horrible to us to see a man cry that
we hasten to end the sight, as soon as
possible, by doing what he wants us
to do.
Beggars always understand the value
of Gears and although we are perfectly
aware that the pathetic story of the sick
wife and nine children under 4 years of
age is, in many cases, pure fiction, yet
we hand out our dole as 2 trisute to the
narrator'S tears, and the best winner. who
weeps most realistically, gets the most
money.
1t is women, however, in whose hands
tears are the most effective weapon. and
the one of which men stand in most abb
ject terror. l. is women who practice a
tyranny of tears that makes the auto
cratic rule of the Gar look mild and be-
nevolent beside it.
For, for some inexplicable reason, men
simply dissolve and go to pieces in the
briny drops that fall from Women's ewes.
They may know that she is weeping only
for effect, and that her tears are as nypo-
critical as those of the crocodile, but the
assault on the masculine character is
just the same. The man succumbs. and
the woman truimphs over him.
1t is literally true that if a woman
wishes to manage ner husband, and get
the best of everything, there is no other
talent o~ne-hundredth part so valuable as
to be born a natural free Weeper-one of
the gifted females whose tear ducts are
hung on a hair trigger, so to speak, and
that will set off a cOpious shower at the
slightest notice.
A man will stand UP and fight a woman
all day in a case where he knows that
he is right and she IS wrong; he will
argue with her until he is blue in the
face, if she takes an illogical position;
he will refuse her with adamantine firm
ness if she demands the unreasonable
but only so long as she keeps dry-eyed.
Once let her turn on the domestic hy-
draulics and he is lone for. He runs up
the white flag at once. He may have
been a thousand times in the right, but
he is willing to perjure himself and swear
he was wrong, and call himself a brute;
he may know that her demands are pre-
posterous and unreasonable, and are
bound to bring disaster, but he yields.
Anything to dam the tears.
Women are perfectly aware that the
water way is ever the easiest way out
of a man and they work it for all it is
~worth-the more shame to them!
There is nothing really more curious
than the effect OF woman's tears upon
men. and they are not less powerful as
a solvent of masculine good sense and
justice when applied en- maSse than upon
the individual.
1t is an axiom in a court of law that
any good-looking female criminal can
float herself out Of prison on her tears
when she weeps before a jury. The news
papers are daily full of stories of hard
headed businessmen who are swindled
by beauty in distress and who find that
it was an expensive job to wipe away
the tears of widows and female orphans,
and it is the woman who cries for the
diamond crescent and stars, and the
fool man who tries To get them for
her by stealing from his employer, that
adds another frequent entry into the
police blotter.
In domestic life It is the woman who
cries who has her foot upon her hus-
bands neck. How many times do we
see her adorned L; clothes far beyond
her means. or breaking up housekeeping
and dragging her poor husband to live
in a hotel that he hates, or forcing him
to give up some great opportunity In
life because she didn't want to leave
Squeedunk to go to live in the city?
And she cried for what she wanted,
and cried. and cried about what she
didn't want to do. until the husband,
sodden and wet. with all his backbone
melted down under her continuous flow
of tears, gave in and yielded to the
tyranny of tears.
It's a great graft-knowing how to
weep.-Exchange.
-o:o-
Pity the Children of
Needless and Divorced Parents.
A rather melancholy commentary
upon life is found in the words of Sena-
tor Tillman. who said, in regard to the
awarding of his grandchildren to their
mother, that the supreme court had
taken the responsibility from him. Know
ing all the facts Of the case better than
any one else, he had striven to do what
was right, but that now time alone
would tell whether the laws decision was
a wise one.
Fifteen years hence, when 1 am dead
and gone,' he said, ''the character and
type of women that my gr~anddaughters
will have become will show whether it
was best to have given them to this guild
ance."
In this story of the Tillman %grandchil-
dren is mingled that tangled web of false
hood and passion, human ~fallibility and
headstrong will which is too common a
story. determinations on both sides and
accusations of w~rongdoing are plentiful,
and it would take a Scion to determine
the right. And so the supreme justices
fall back upon the age-long tradition that
the mother has the best right to the
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