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
But I didn't reply to that unuttered tant, I felt above it, and went
on, "I am not the only man who takes that firm onchangeable position.
England has a high official who occupies the same noble poster. He
don't heed or care what females want or don't want, nor what other
statesmen want or don't want. Nor he don't care what is goin' on in
other parts of the world, or not goin' on. His proud position is to
shield England from the encroachin' army of Female Suffragists. To
do what he's made up his mind to do, and nothin' can't stop him, not
threats, nor reason, nor argument, nor broken winders, nor torn coat
tails. A good hard shakin' from a female can't change him, nor shake
his resolve out of him, nor hunger strikes, nor fleein' wimmen, nor
pursuin' ones. He stands side by side with me. And even if it brought
the towers of Jonesville and England in ruins at our four feet we would
not then change our two great minds.
"His bizness is to not look to see what is done in other places or not
done, but to protect his own Green Isle from what he's made up his mind
is dangerous and infringin'.
"Oh," sez I with a deep heart felt sithe, "would that we two congenial
souls might meet and sympathize with each other. But though sea and
land divides our bodies, our sperits meet and flow together." I wuz
almost lost in the rapped idee of the sweet conference meetin' we
two could enjoy together. But anon I gin my attention to the subject
momentarily broke in upon (for my mind is so large and roomy it is big
enough for several trains of thought to run through it at one time).
And I sez as I remarked prior and heretofore, "Samantha, that courtesy
in males is a most beautiful trait; you see it everywhere, to mill
and to meetin', as the old sayin' is. Now last week when I wuz to the
conference, Uncle Sime and I wuz in a crowded street car and a dretful
fat woman come in, heftier than you are, Samantha."
"Is it possible?" sez she coldly (she thinks I make light of her heft
but I don't; it hain't nothin' to make light of, specially when you
lift her in and out the democrat).
"Yes," sez I, "she wuz even fatter than you are, and she come in
red-faced and pantin' from the exertion. And a young chap who had been
settin' with two or three other young fellers carryin' on and laughin',
the very minute she come wheezin' in, he riz up and sez to her:
"'I will be one of three men to give you a seat, madam.'
"You see, Samantha," sez I, "how that inborn courtesy in males inserted
itself even in a street car."
"Yes, I see," sez Samantha in a still colder axent, but I could tell
by her linement that she wuzn't a mite convinced. And I went on a
praisin' up that noble trait of my sect, and tryin' to convince her
how universal it wuz, and how turrible it would be for females to lose
it, but she kep' on a knittin' on my blue sock, and sez in quite a
reasonable axent for a female to use:
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