Comments of American Women.

Northern Advocate, 21 September 1906, Page 4

Comments of American Women.

"A woman never rings de dinner bell in vain. You can't even appeal to his heart, becaze a man's heart is lak one ofdese heah telefoams whar you is got as many calls, an' no mo', an' a woman is mostly used 'em all up befo' she is married. Fut derc is three times ev'ry day dat comes dat a woman kin make a dead shore shot, an' hit her husband whar he lives, an' so if you axes me whut kind of a man to pick out for a husband, . I say choose, one dat is got a good appetite; Den learn how to cook— an* you is got him for keeps."— i'Mirandy" (Dorothy Dix). The bitterest cup to a woman is the fact that the man she loves cannot apparently suffer the same diaSbolical torments from jealousy that she is perpetually doomed to undergo. She resents his immunity as a wrong to herself and an insult to her affection. -While a man— well, if there is anything more than another for which a man will perjure his soul into eternal damnation, it is to avoid waking that sleeping twin of love. He resents it as a wrong to himself and an insult to his love.— Anon. A single chronic complainer, with nerves for ever on edge, can effectually destroy the tranquility of the domestic circle, and menace all its comforts ; white but one calm and peaceful mind that is not lightly loosened from its moorings still can soften 1 an entire household.— Ada May Krecker. I know a woman in whose life three crises fraught with intense excitement arrive regularly every day, and have Bone so for forty years. These events are breakfast, dinner, and supper, and slie charges upon them just as valiantly to-day as she did forty years ago. At 11 o'clock on a summer morning she starts for the kitchen like a war horse sniffing the battle from afar. She rushes, she bustles, she gets hot and flurried. Nobody's life is safe who interrupts her, and woe be to the cat that peeps in through , the screen door, or the child' who proposes making a little pie from a bit of extra dough. The woman has no time for such things ; she is absorbed in the delightful exigency of achieving tier Ideal.— "A Plain Countrywoman."