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
"Oh, gracious heavens, Josiah! how can we men ever stand up under that!"
But I went on, turnin' the knife in the wownd, "Mr. Kittie Brown, Mr.
Nellie Jones! What do you think of that, Simon?"
He groaned and sithed but didn't say nothin'; it seemed as if the very
idee had fairly stunted him, and I kep' still and meditated and my mind
roamed back to the humiliatin' time when I laid my onwillin' nose on
the grindstun, or ruther it wuz laid on for me and held there, and I
signed a piece of poetry I had writ "Samantha Allen's Husband."
It hain't no use to go into the petickulars and tell all about the
means employed to git me under such mortifyin' subjugation. Vittles
had sunthin' to do with it, and I hain't goin' to tell no furder. But
never, never shall I forgit my meachin' and downtrod linement as I
surveyed it in the glass when I wuz shavin' jest afterwards. Shavin' a
beard! that very act riz up and asserted the supremacy of my sect and
mocked the move I had made. Oh, the sufferin's of that occasion and
my vain efforts to git out of it. But Samantha never sympathized with
me a mite. She said, "You've seen me doin' the same thing for years
and enjoyed it, and what is sass for the gander ort to be sass for the
goose."
There is another proof of wimmen's infringin'; she turned that familiar
old sayin' right round to carry her pint, and put the goose where the
gander always had been, and ort to be. I tell you there hain't no
length a female won't go to to carry the day and infringe on men's
rights.
And you might as well git blood from a white turnip as to git any pity
and sympathy from 'em for my downtrod sect. For when I mentioned to
Samantha my turrible forebodin' about my sect havin' to take wimmen's
names at the altar, and asked her if she could begin to realize what
men's humiliated and despairin' feelin's would be at such a time, she
up and sez:
"Do you realize what wimmen's feelin's are at the altar? She's had
to stand it. No matter how romantic and beautiful her name wuz, Miss
Victoria Angela Chesterfield has had to change it for Miss Ichabod
Tubbs, or Miss Peleg Hogg.
"And," sez she, "if she has a big propputy and married a man so poor he
had to borry his weddin' shirt, she had to hear him say, 'With all my
worldly goods I thee endow,' when all them goods wuz a pile of debts
she had to pay for him, but she had to stand it and couldn't snicker,
for it wuzn't a snickerin' time.
"And a great able bodied business woman had to promise to obey a
little snip of a boy, when they both knew she wuz lyin', with a priest
hearin' the lie and givin' it his blessin'. My sect has had to stand
considerable from yourn," sez Samantha.
No, I didn't git a mite of sympathy from her, and might have knowed it,
and I'd better not said a word to her about my forebodin's.
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