WOMAN'S SUPERIOR KNOWLEDGE.
When a woman buys an article of wearing apparel it is all right. She is not counselled to take it back because of this or that defect. She ignores man's knowledge in the matter, and he is only too glad to escape to make any protest. But when he upholsters himself in any particular, she gives the article the most critical examination, and in nine cases out of ten hurries him right back with it. Between, that man's regard for his wife, and fear of the merchant, he loses a good deal that is pleasant in this world. It is also a little singular what a wonderful effect the store where you have made the purchase has upon the fit of the article. I have known a man to go back three times with a coat. The first time it pinched him a little under the arms. The dealer had him to try it on ; then pulled it down in the back, stood off and squinted at it, and then said " How does that feel now ?" . The man, perspiring at every pore, and feeling that he was guilty, in some way, of taking unfair advantage of a fellow mortal, confessed that it was much better, and went out. The next clay he appeared, with the impression that there was no wool in the cloth ; his wife said so. The salesman gave him such a pitying glance, and whipped the coat from one side to the other so rapidly, and talked so fast about texture and wool, that the miserable wretch was glad to get the garment back and get out of the store. Two daj's later he sneaked in again with the coat under his arm. This time it pinched across the back. The tailor had him try it on again, and then rubbed it across the back, and pulled it across the front, and said he never saw anything fit like that in his life ; and the man went off in a similar belief. He didn't go back any more ; but used to stand in front of that store, when no one was looking, and shake his fist through the window at the tailor, and think up the things that he wanted to do to him, but which there appeared no immediate prospect of doing.
Shocking.—A French writer described a young lady as a creature that ceases to kiss gentleman at twelve, and begins again at twenty. At a party the other night a pensive young man sang most pathetically, " Where are the friends of my childhood ?" A bystander was heard to observe they were probably in a lunatic asylum if they had ever any friendship for such a man as that singer apparently was. Few things are impossible to skill and industry. Maxims.—An oak is not felled with one blow. A wager is a fool's argument. Business is the salt of life. A Nashville paper has felt itself called upon to correct an error of the types. It says " For one of the worst of men, read one of the wisest."
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Westport Times, Volume VIII, Issue 1163, 31 March 1874, Page 3
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523WOMAN'S SUPERIOR KNOWLEDGE. Westport Times, Volume VIII, Issue 1163, 31 March 1874, Page 3
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