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Show i ABOUT TYRANT MAN ONE REBElS AT CRITICISM MADE DY CLUBWOMAN. Husband and Wife's Argument on Sacrifice Finally Ends In a Standoff Stand-off Mrs. Qllllpen Respon- , slble for the Controversy. j "1 suppose that tyrant men got his good niul plenty?" ventured tho club-, woman's husband, lis his spouso drew ) off her long gloves and removed hor hat. "I wish )ou wouldn't talk slang, my dear," Bald his wife. "You know perfectly well that It always offends me, yet you persist In doing It. Mrs. tillllpen niado a very eloquent ad-diess. ad-diess. I presume that is what you' are asking about. You always sneer nt overj thing sho says, I know." "I beg your pardon, my dear. 1 wouldn't sneer nt her for worlds. Hut she does may I say 'hammer' us? Well, Bho hits us rather hard, doesn't sho?" "Don't ou think sho Is Justified in hitting you?" "Why?" "Do you think wo ought to submit nieeklj to bo trampled on and never Btrlku a blow In our own defonso7 Do you think n woman ought to be satis-lied satis-lied to bo a. slave and n puppet and not make tho slightest effort to burst the trammels t tint jour sex has been winding about her from the beginning of time?" "Did she hay that?" "You know It's true, whoever said It. A woman's llfo Is one perpetual sacrlflco to tho wishes or cnprlces of tho man she marries." "That's not so had," Bald tho man. "Is your llfo a sacrifice to me?" "You know I wouldn't llko to hurt your feelings, my denr." "Well, is It?" "I think uveiy woman's Is." "How about a man's life being a perpetual sacrifice to the whims and wishes of tho woman he marries?" "Ib yours?" "Every man's Is." "I llko that," said tho clubwoman. "Will you tell me a single instance of your sacrifice?" "Well, look at me now, sitting liore with my foot on the rug." ."I think by the look of them that you might have wiped them a llttlo more carefully when )ou came In." "I did wlpo them," said the man. "I don't see w hat is tho uso of brooms nnd carpet sweepurs If a little dirt Isn't going to bo brought Into tho house unco In a while. Hut the point I was trying to make Is that several times since 1 have been sitting hero 1 have felt u strong Inclination to put my feet on tho table." "James!" "Oh, 1 know, (I know ou object to It. That's the only reason I'm not putting them whero they would feel comfortable. I sacrlflco my comfort to your wishes. I consider your prejudices." preju-dices." "You call that a prejudice, do you?" "I don't know what else you would cnll It. After n while, If wo go to' that fool concert, I suppose I shall have to put on a dress suit and a collar that chokes me. I can't do anything that I really want to do half the time, isn't nil that sacrlflco?" "You didn't seem to object to wenr-Ing wenr-Ing a dress suit or going to concorts with mo beforo we wero married," said his wife. "And 1 am, sum I never saw you put your feet on the tablo. If I had I'm quite sure I never would have man led yon." "I know," said tho man. "That's why I sacrificed myself to jour whims." "You weren't obliged to. If It was such n sacrlflco you needn't have married mar-ried me." "Well," said tho man, "I guess you weren't clubbed and dragged to tho altar- and neither was Mrs. Gllllpen, If I know her husband. I guess if yon como right down to It, It's nbout n stand off." Chicago Dally News. |
