The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1910-06-23
IN WOMAN'S REALM.
The W omen.

But when you ask her IL She NotS -
She says, Its quite too mannlsh
Ones always foremost at the track
And bets her every cent;
She slaps her escort on the back
To give her feelings vent
She smokes with any one she meets
And makes the highballs vanish
Bur. parrot-like, she still repeats
To vote is quite too manhlsh!
One dimes with married "chums' at will,
And wrecks a home or heaft
And year by year is flirting SUN
In some gay social mart;
Not one of all the tricks she's learned
From mankind will she Danish,
But when toward Suffrage she Is turned
She SAYS, Its quite too mannlsh!
One likes to figure in the news,
In scare-head type, OF course,
And freely airs her aims and views,
Her marriage and divorce
She talks on themes we cannot quote
And deprecates things clannish,
But when you ask her if she'll vote
She says, Its quite too mannlsh!
~One does the work upon the farm,
Plows plants the seed. and hoes;
She scorns the aid of manly arm
As to her work she goes.
She dons the trousers, one might say
And lets her neck grow tannlsn,
But ask her if she'll vote some day 49,
And she'll say, Its too mannlsn!
--Laurana w. Sheldon in New York Times.
Woman's Work.
Every real man honors the woman
who works for an honest wage. l refer
to the business woman, the one VINO,
though created in a more delicate mold
than man, with finer Senslblltles ana
with tears ever so much nearer the sur
face, must go out into the brutal maei-
strom of endeavor to wrest from com
mercialism a begrudged and sometimes
insufficient suStenance.
l repeat, that every good and true man
Eon0rS such a woman, ana sometimes
against the woman's will, he pltleS ner-
He pities her because he believes, as
every woman does when she looks into
her own heart, that she is less favorably
situated than her happily married sister,
and he refuses to be greatly impressed
by such a statement as l read day or
two ago-a ''cheer-up'' article by bust
ness woman containing this statement,
addressed to the woman at home who
frets at little things:
''Why do you make monstrous your lit
tie tasks and worries? Think of me in
the business world! Why, often in sim
gle day l am responsible for thousand
dollarsr'
No doubt the home woman who did
not analyze this was duly impressed,
but the mere man" refuses to see any
great advantage held by this business
woman.
In a quiet corner of the living room Of
the woman who worries, the mere man
catches sight of a chubby fist waving in
air, and somewhere from the ruff1es and
laces there emanateS wonderfully
soothing coo that sets the autumn
breezes to singing and startles the drow-
sy old fire on the hearth to a fitful blaze!
What is a $1OOO-a-day responsibility
compared to the accountability of this
woman for that wee bit of gold and
sunshine in the trundle bed by the south
window?
And it comes to me again with re-
newed force, how much more blessed
and natural is the life of the little woIn-
an at home, with her worries and her
trials, than is that of the business wom-
an who has become successful factor
in the world of money grabbingl
And, too, the realization of the bravery
and the spirit of the woman who works
and denies herself the touch of baby lips
and the soft caress of home grips me
with imprinting fingers of force. In
Stantly my irrelevant mind reyerts to the
north waters in whose pulsating depths
lies the great muskellonge, king of fish,
and TO the words Of t'Old Dad Huntley,
the guide, as he. wresIies pGntingly with
thirty pounds of wounded fish on the end
of the cruel spike:
He do take the gaff like true sports
man, fghtin' L tn lastv'
All! Ever since "Old Dad" spoke
thus under the sunny June sky and amid
the green hills of Old Tomahawk, [ have
admired most the man or woman who
best takes the gait like a true sports
man, fghtin' t. tn lastp' And now my
respect and my admiration go out to the
business woman who takes the gaff of
the soaring business world, denying her.
self the real, true existence for which
plain, Old-f9shioned men believe a wom-
an was created-and my pity will not be
downed, though she hate me for it!
thousand dollars a day?
No! A chubby fist in the corner and
coo whose music sets TO shame the
purest lutte ever sung by ripping water
caresslng reedi-ByFon Williams, in
Woman's World Magazine.
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The Power of Sympathetic Love
The quiet, earnest young man, with the
grave face turns out to be a student who
has spent all his life with books; she
does not understand that it is often nee
briefs home with him, but to sit up with
them until the early hours of the morn
ing. Or, again, he is literary man, or
a journalist, and she finds that frequently
he must write near the housetop while
she is left downstairs to play with the
piano or the cat. But, whatever his bus
mess or profession, if he is man in ear
nest he will probably devote great deal
more time to it than he deyotes to her.
Perhaps, after a while, the sense Of
loneliness tells on her nerves. Contrast
ing her life now with what it was when
she was free she nurses a secret griev,
ance against the man she has married.
or openly charges him with selfshness,
not caring for her, and all the rest of it,
Now and again he may be surprised to
find her in tears. Very painful to him:
ve:y painful to her. But, you see, she
did not understand from the first and,
unless she is careful, she will go on mis-
understanding to the end.
He must do his work because by his
work he must live. She hampers him in
his work because her nerves her tears.
her sense of grievance units him for
doing it well, and more and more crippIes
him in the race. | have seen more than
one rising man ruined in his career. and
more than one young girl ruined in her
health and happiness in just such cir
cumstances.
Now, wise woman who finds she has
married the right man, but the wrong
profession, starts understanding almost
as soon as ever she finds out how things
are and how they are likely to be if she
does not dry her eyes and make glad her
own heart and that of her husband bv
helping all she can. l don't know any-
thing in which wife cannot help her
husband if she puts her love-her whole
love-into her effort. When he sees her
heart is with him in the work the pro
fession will soon find something interest
ing for her to do il it is only copying
something out of a book or hunting ND a
reference. And, in a little while, she
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