Posts Tagged ‘Women’

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

April 18, 2012

Image from The Fin de Siecle

She can swing a six-pound dumbbell,
She can fence and she can box,
She can row upon the river,
She can clamber ‘mong the rocks.

She can do some heavy bowling,
And play tennis all day long;
But she cannot help her mother,
‘Cause she isn’t very strong!

— Life.

Portsmouth Herald (Portsmouth, New Hampshire) Apr 20, 1899

What They’re Coming To

March 7, 2012

WHAT THEY’RE COMING TO

By Edgar A. Guest
Copyright 1926

I do not fret o’er knee length skirts
or rings within the ears
Which much resemble as they swing
those old-time chandeliers;
I see the pretty modern girls who
shock our ancient crew
But I have not the slightest doubt of
what they’re coming to.

They’re on their way, as long ago,
were those good wives of ours
To pots and pans and kitchen stoves
and food a man devours;
To making beds and dusting chairs, to
bassinettes and cribs
And tucking under little chins those
hand embroidered bibs.

These modern styles, which age deplores,
will little change their lives,
They’re on their was to men like us
to be their faithful wives;
They’re on their way to humdrum tasks,
to nights of anxious care
And to the endless duties borne
by women everywhere.

These frivolous and pretty things with
baubels in their ears
Will rule the houses of the land in just
a few more years;
They’re on their way to every hurt and
joy that we’ve been through;
And there is not the slightest doubt of
what they’re coming to.

Morning Herald (Uniontown, Pennsylvania) Mar 22, 1926

What a Woman Can Do

August 31, 2011

Image from the Utah State History Digital CollectionLife in the West

What a Woman Can Do.

There are lots of things a woman can do that a man cannot.

A woman can hold more clothespins in her mouth and talk through a knot-hole in the fence at the same time than a man can.

A woman can arrive at a conclusion without the slightest trouble of reasoning on it, and no sane man can do that.

Six of them can talk all at once and get along first rate, and no two men can do that.

She can safely stick pins in her dress while he is getting one under his thumbnail.

She can button her shoes standing up with both feet on the floor, but he can’t.

She is as cool as a cucumber in half a dozen tight dresses and shirts, while a man will sweat and fume and growl in one loose shirt.

She can talk as sweet as peaches and cream to a woman she hates worst, while two men would be punching each other’s heads before they had exchanged a dozen words.

She can throw a stone with a curve that would be a fortune to a baseball pitcher, and finally she can drive a man crazy for twenty-four hours, and bring him back to paradise in two seconds, by tickling him under the chin, and there does not live that mortal son of Adam’s misery who can do it.

— Figaro.

Weekly Nevada State Journal (Reno, Nevada) Oct 4, 1884