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
They see the stern wild glare in my eye, and turned it off by sayin',
"Things have been writ by a female who shall be nameless, that has had
a tendency to make us male Jonesvillians objects of contemp. And the
uroneous and blasphemous idee has been disseminted in them writin's
that females are equal to males, and want rights that we know they
don't need or deserve, rights that will bring 'em to the brink of
ruin if not held back by a manly arm. Now it is in the power of a
male Jonesvillian to lift his sect up on the hite he's been partially
knocked off of, by them writin's, and put the weaker inferior sect down
into the holler place where they belong. It is your honor and your
privelige, Josiah Allen, to let the hull world see how superior to
females, how noble, how grand is the male manhood of Jonesville U.S.A."
It wuz a solemn occasion, but I riz up to it and told 'em I laid out in
my book to make such a change in public opinion that it would shake the
very pillows of society, but sez I, "After the shake and the quake is
over, things will settle down in their proper place agin. And then as
of old, men will take their position as master and females their proper
place as the tenderly governed class, lookin' up agin meekly to male
men as their nateral gardeens and protectors."
II
IN WHICH BETSY BOBBETT BUTTS IN
Owing to the inclemency of the inclement weather, and the hardness
of the wood (slippery ellum) I would had to split for extra fires, I
did the writin' of my great work of destroyin' Female Suffrage in the
common settin' room. I didn't feel above it. As I told Samantha, many a
immortal work had been writ in a garret, and even in a prison (namely
by Mr. Keats and Mr. J. Bunyan and others).
She didn't dispute me, she kep' right on with her usual housework,
bakin', etc., and I almost thought the delicious uroma of her vittles
which come in from the contagious kitchen wuz a inspiration to me.
So dificult it is to tell what tiny springs feeds the great spoutin'
fountain of genius.
On the mornin' I made this memorable remark jest quoted, I hadn't
more'n got started on my masterly work and wuz settin' almost drownded
in the bottomless sea of Thought while Samantha wuz parin' some apples
for pies, havin' fetched her pan into the settin' room, when the
magestic onward and upward flow of my thought wuz arrested or dammed
up, as you may say figuratively speakin', by the tall awkward obstacle
of a onwelcome female figger. It wuz Betsy Bobbett Slimpsey who came
in with a red and green plaid shawl wropped round her gant form, and a
yeller fascinator on her humbly head.
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