The Washington times., 1916-01-25
Hubby Escapes From Kiss
Of "BoSSv" Wife-Herein
Lies TrdgedyOfPerSondlity
He'd Love Her Devotedly If She Would Only Let Him,
But She Tangles Him in Threads, Like
JR@ Gulliver Amid the Lilliputians
By WINIFRED BLACK.

I bossy daughter. the pretty girl with the
fussy mamma. the daughter-ln-law with
the critical mother-in-law and the two
sisters-we called them Beauty and the
Beast The Door Beast" was all right
| In her way. but she was so proud Of her
| sisters beauty that she talked about It
and limited till somebody else said some
thing of It, She brought wells for the
BeautNs ewes and sunshades for the
Beauty's complexion and scarfs for the
BeautY's shoulders-till the Door Beauty
had had no more life and volition Of her own
than little bug on the end OF pin
| in bug collectors s Omuseum.
The pretty girls fusSy mamma was
lpretty bad. She didn't want her daughter
to drink cotee or tea or cocoa. Coffee
made her sluggish. tea made her ner-
Nous, and cocoa was bad for the liver.
so the fussy mamma said, and she
would interrupt. any conversati ton on
any topic any time to burst into the
breakfast atmosphere and forbid the
bans whenever daughter thought she
was going to SIN by and get some
thing she really wanted for breakfast
iOf course, 1t became the end and aim
or the whole company to get daughter
out somewhere and buy chocolates for
her or coffee or tea-anything so that
1t was something that the fussy mann
ma had forbidden
The middle-aged woman didn't get a
| minute of peace. Daughter boosed her
in the morning and bosed her at noon
and bossed her at night.
Mother had to walk, eat. sleep, wake
| up, dress, lie down, go in bathing, and
do fancy work-not when she wanted to
do any of these things herself, but
when the bossy daughter made her do
it.
And every single woman in that hotel
was either bossed or bossina
Like the Poor Rabbit.
What in the world is the matter
! with us women? Why can't we let
| people alone? Why must we insist on
fdssing and fretting. and botherinG
and bossinG every minute of our
lives?
Now the man who said he felt free
as a bird when he went downtown
without kissing his wife is a good
man and good husband. He'd love
! his wife devotedly If she'd let him.
Eut she won't-she just won't.
She winds him all around in a sillten
! slein OF "musts" and "ouGhts" and
! ''shall5" and shall nots." till the poor
man must feel like GulliVer when he
awoke and found himself tied hand
and foot by the silk threads of the
! Lilliputlans.
Why can't she let him alone? Why
won't she allow linn to breathe?
Once l Went to laboratory to see
some scientific experiments, and they
had rabbit under an air-tight gloho
| live there in glass cage without a
particle OF fresh air. 1 didn't wait to
| see the end OF the experiment.
| couldn't. But somehow I'm glad l
/ saw the first OF it. never Ree a mar
ricd man struggling and lighting to
Keep his own Individuality and his
+, cwn personality without thinking OF
! that rabbit in that retOrt.
| II I had lived another day at that
a., summer resort, I'd have snatched my
boss hat from her head and torn IL
into ribbons. Id have caught the
book out OF her hand and thrown it
| into the lake. I'd have done some
thinE so outrageous and impossible
that no human being would ever have
| spoken to me again.
AS it was, I just got a telegram
and had to go-before my boss was
up to see to my packing and advise
me about my ticket and tell me how
to get my trunk checked.
1 wonder what poor wretch shes
| "bossing' now. l do hope It isn't her
husband. Poor man, no wonder lie
sends her away on long vacations.
(Copy't 1876, by Newspaper Feature Scrvlcel }