The Manawatu Herald. TUESDAY, JUNE 18, 1907. THE LOVE OF WOMEN.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXIX, Issue 3768, 18 June 1907, Page 2

The Manawatu Herald. TUESDAY, JUNE 18, 1907. THE LOVE OF WOMEN.

A young New Zealand man wanted to get married to the girl of his heart, in Melbourne, recently. The girl of his heart had apparently gone over to Australia for the purpose of marrying him. She refused to get married in Australia. They both returned. The incensed man bit a piece of the girl’s nose off, and was charged with the offence. The girl still wants to marry him. That is truly woman ! A few weeks ago, in Wellington, a boardinghouse keeper who had the misfortune to possess a thirsty husband, obtained a separation. The gentleman had been in the habit of assaulting her. It was expected the separated husband would come back to have a squaring up. The boarders thought so too, and lay in wait for him. He came, foaming, in order to thrash his wife. One of the boarders, after the first hit, “took to” the husband, and pummelled him soundly. When he was'well into the second round, the wife, with a wild scream, threw herself on the gallant boarder, and together, man ■and wife gave the boarder the “ father of a beating. ” So like a woman! The husband, by the way, thrashed her before he left permanently. Love with most men is an epidemic With all women it is chronic. They never altogether get it out of their systems. Of course, we don’t pretend that all women love the husbands who beat them, but we do say that (provided they don’t love some other man other than the husband), they

have strange, unaccountable fits of tenderness. There was a case reported in the newspapers a day or two ago, in which a separated couple went to law about some odds and ends the man had left behind when he cleared out with his freedom. Probably in many such cases the guiding star to matrimony is cupidity and not Cupid. The two can’t live in one woman’s breast. Curious thing that despite suffragetting and all the male-man’s striving lor masculine position man should still be the half of creation that shapes the policy of the whole. It is still a rarity to find a pair of married voters in N.Z. who are at variance as to a candidate. It must be confessed —with sorrow of course, that William tells Mary how to vote and Mary does as she is told. William might take Mary’s advice before marriage on many subjects, because he would be suffering from the epidemic before mentioned. Mary would take his advice after marriage because she had the chronic type of the complaint. Many women — mostly those who have the male nature in excess of the female—live the life of strife, but for all the Woman’s advance movement the majority of women who start to strive and deprive men of their treasured garments give up and succumb to the chronic complaint. Advocates of the equality of life sexes must regard with alarm the disposition of the majority of present day women, in spite of social developments to to be still a dependent of man. The man dosen’tmind. In his natural state man is given the denser muscles and the greater strength to slay the meat for the larder and to throw a rock or a spear straight. In civilisation he develops the pratical side of his brain as a matter of course and lor exactly the same reason as the blackfollow does his muscles —to earn bread and butter for the “ weaker vessel.” It doesn’t matter so much to. a man —naturally considered —what ‘ ‘ weaker vessel ’ ’ he slays food for, but it matters a great deal to the weaker vessel who the slayer is. It will go on like this to the end of time unless the disposition of a small minority of women to ‘ ‘ wear the breeks ’ ’ masculinises their sisters to the same extent as they. In which case of course there would soon be no men or women either. It is just because of plain physiological facts that the relation of the sexes will remain pretty much as they are until there are no human beings on earth. And it is just because of this that a woman would rather keep on loving a man even though he beat her, than have no man to love. As for the man— he’s gregarious, the rascal!