RANDOM REMARKS.

King Country Chronicle, Volume III, Issue 136, 4 March 1909, Page 5

RANDOM REMARKS.

I don't believe in women farmer?. A woman who can run a farm succepsfully is wasting her time. She should go to England and become a suffragette. If she can assault a cow or subdue a kicking horse Idon't see why •be could not attack a member of parliament. If she chains herself to the dairying industry, why not to an iron railing. There seems to be a great parallelism between these two call.ings. A really lovcablc woman couldn't be a farmer any more than she could be a suffragette. What awful fools i these suffragettes are! Woman has only one hold over a man. Fancy a woman who. wanting a new ten guinea i hat. chained herself to the iron railing : of her bed. howled herself hoarse, and ' flung phamplets on the floor amongst ! her husband and children. 1 don't i believe a suffragette ever had or could have children. Now. ladies all, hands up those who think this is the way ; to propitiate husbands. I sec no hands. Of course it is not the way. Allow me to delineate the true and natural tactics. This method is of use only to women having good husbands. I have no help to offer those with bad husband.*. God alone can give comfort and guidance. If your husband be a good man. remember men arc only creatures. They long for company. For woman's company and for love. Give them that love and company and you will never want for a ten-guinea hat, nay not even for a twenty-guinea one. Has not Solomon said, "A virtuous woman is beyond price!" Shall not a man give all he has to the one he loves. Oh woman, woman, how have ye wandered from your allotted purpose.. Oh yc suffragettes who use brute force and leave your Heaven given gift of love and sympathy untried. Make your husbands love you and they will give you all they have and more. If women only knew the hold they had over men there would be no suffragettes no hidious freaks of nature. I % Eve had been a suffragette instead of a lovcablc girl, man had never fallen. But t would rather have loving Eve. with all her faults, than any bloodless, loveless, ice-pure advocate of women's rights. Manish women arc the most hateful creatures ] the devil has yet madr. They poison I the human race. They make men hate womnr. Man is manish enough. What does he want with a manish woman. • When young, he wants a girl of love and mirth, at middle age a woman of love ami rhecrfulness. and on his death bed a woman of love and seriousness. In natural psychological covintion a girl of mirth will make a woman of cheerfulness, and a woman of cheerfulness trill ma It a death angel of love and hope. This is the consumation of woman's nature. No man can want more and no wom?n should he satisfied that attains less.. When I commenced. I thir.k I said something about women farmers. An old lady of my acquaintance once took charge of her deceased husband's farm. She did not know much of sheep. She ' wanted to buy a purebred ram, so she went to a large sheep fair and pa id £ll for a huge merino. She drove it home and when November came, this was the only sheep she had, and she decided to shear it herself with her own hands, and so she pursued it with her feet. After running through eight paddocks, she caught it but had to let it go while j she went back for the shears. She got the shears, caught the ram. threw it j on its back and commenced. When she had a few square feet done the ram got up and she tried to hold it by the fleece. The fleece tore out, She left it there and started again in the next paddock. She left more wool here and a good deal of skin. The ram got away and she caught it in the next paddock. The grass was now turning black all round. The sheep got away again and left more wool. She pursued it to the bank of a creek. The poor animal jumped in; she leapt after it and sitting on its head held it under water till it suffocated. She went home and wrote to the auctioneers who bad sold the sheep saying that she had been chcate I, and that it was a bad sheep and that be was a liar for saying it was a good one. Next day she got the hay rake and went after the wool. She was much puzzled to sec the grass so black. She could not oxtlain it. Perhaps pome of my readers can.