Josiah Allen on the Woman QuestionHolley, Marietta
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Josiah Allen on the Woman Question
Holley, Marietta
Feminism -- Fiction; Humorous stories; Sex role -- Fiction; Women's rights -- Fiction
Samantha goes too fur when she gits to goin', and I told her so
plain and square, she aggravates me. And to let her see how much I
disapproved of her talk I never dained a reply to her in verbal words.
But I riz up with a hauty mean on my eyebrow, and went to pokin' the
kitchen fire. I poked it with all the strength of a strong man whose
arguments have been spilte and whose feelin's have been wownded by his
own pardner.
But I believe my soul that she thought that I did it as a hint that
it wuz about dinner time, for she went out to once and hung on the
teakettle. And as she did so she mentioned incidentally that she laid
out to have lamb chops and green peas and mashed potatoes for dinner,
with peach pie and coffee to foller. As she said this my angry emotions
settled down and grew more clear and composed, some like Samantha's
delicious coffee, when she drops the powdered eggshells into it.
IV
I TALK ON MAN'S PROTECTIN' LOVE FOR WIMMEN
It wuz a beautiful mornin'. I felt boyed up by the invigoration of
the invigoratin' atmosphere, the boyness helped along mebby by three
cups of Samantha's delicious coffee with rich cream in it, three veal
cutlets brown and tender, four hot rolls light as day, several flaky
baked potatoes and some biled eggs.
I felt well and I devoted my muse on this auspicious occasion to
writin' specially on the protectin' love and care that men had always
shown and delighted to show to females. It wuz a subject that I loved
and my mind and tongue had often reverted to, follerin' the example of
all the other good and great statesmen who have talked and writ on the
feminist question. And I felt that I wuz abundantly qualified to do
justice to it, havin' protected Samantha and lovin'ly guarded her weak
footsteps for goin' on forty years.
I set with my steeled pen in hand and got so lost and wropped up in
contemplation of the beautiful and inspirin' subject, and plannin' how
I would handle it to the best advantage, that time passed onheeded and
first I knowed I hearn by the sound of dishes rattlin' in the near and
adjacent kitchen that Samantha wuz beginin' to make preparations for
dinner.
The kitchen as I said wuz contagious to the settin' room and the door
wuz open. I had laid out and intended to begin the chapter on this
important and most congenial subject with some strong stern language
calculated to shame wimmen for the unbelievin' remarks they had made
on this beautiful and universal trait of my sect, and their seemin'
teetotle inability to appreciate the constant onvaryin' and lovin'
protection that men had always gin to the weaker and more inferior
sect.
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