"MUM'S" CORNER

Wanganui Chronicle, 8 May 1948, Page 4

"MUM'S" CORNER

HOME TRUTHS It’s time a woman got into this ■(‘Corner” to speak her mindhere and I make no apologies. Its my day and my great wish was, to eet into this “Corner just once and fpa job of work I’ve been Intending, nay, itching to do for years and years—tell the men where they get ' off! If this is a man-made w °r{°> : men sitting back, all smug and self" satisfied with it it Is 0 " I took a hand and made 1 it. Ever since the Garden of Eden woman has been the lesser sex, even regarded as the weaker » ex - nl . Le tell you that woman is out, from now on, to be the stronger , s „ Mav play the part man has tried to play and failed. Man! H, e intr oduces forty-hour week. What happens. Home he conies of a Saturday and stays lolls about the house looking to see what time the next meal is, making pronouncements as to wnat he’d do with the Jews if he only had the chance. What slush! He cant even use a carpet-sweener properly, can’t even scrape out the “eat pan as it ought to be scraped, can t do without sugar, hotter, tea. So what could he do with the Jews, wno was it brought us to th-s unhappy pass of having to bath when we re told’'—Man! Who was it caused the black-out“-Man! Who has created conditions which send me groping through the house with a candle, spilling candle grease all over the carpets’-Man! Who was It stopped the butcher and the baker coming to the back door, all smiling and polite, and sent me down on my bike with my basket to be told by a hussy of a shop-assistant: We haven’t got any? —Man’ Who isi it sits round the council table ancl debates whether we shall pay more rent and rates while we struggle to make two ends of the home meet Man! Who is it made a failure of Palestine?—Man. Who is mucking up the United Nations?—Man! Who is it reduces the gas pressure every odd day. just when the roast dinner is on? —Man! Who is it staggers home after the regimental reunion, all bleary-eyed and smug, with that “we fought the war and won it look?—Man! Who is it gets away every Saturday afternoon to SpriK’ gens Park and argues about whether a goal should count three or four. — Man! What do I care whether they count ten for a goal? I’m not allowed to count the cakes I make before Man eats them! Who is it gets away in the summer time and comes horns and talks on the telephone: “I was lying two on the last head, and he came up with his bowl ..... ?—Man! Who is it decks himself out in his pretty tie and nice creased pants to go Jo work and smiles so nicely to his ’ girl in the office”; yet all he can do when he comes home is say “Is tea ready?’ —Man! I’m sick of hearing all that men can do. It is what they can’t, or won’t, do that interests me. It is time we women banded together to clean up the messes of man. to make this a woman-made Aorld. fit for homely, peaceful folk to live in. with regular hot water services, no blackouts, plenty of butter, sugar and tea, and no coupons. “Sandy'”’ Where are you, “Sandy”? Where's he got to? I’ll fix him. Oh, there you are. you shrinking little toad. This is Mum’s .Day. If you don’t, ~ ***** j know it now i sandvs corner. • you soon will. „., lt . . .. I I’m boss from l ( He "’ : For ' h * now on! Hand ! love o£ Man, help! me your trousers! !l