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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
LONESOMENESS BREEDS WILD THOUGHTS
I did not realize I had been so long
out of the world, little book, until I
heard those men talk. Neither did I
realize that men have many inter
ests which women do not enter at all
and in which men do not want them
to enter.
Do you know, little book, some
times I feel men get tired of us? I
think Jim voiced the whole sex yes
terday when he laughingly intimated
that a man every man at times
wants "to flock by himself or only
with his kind."
During the three "days the men
were over here they flocked by them
selves. We Mollie, Eliene and I
saw even our husbands only occa
sionally. Of course, Jim and Pat and
Tim came around once in a while for
a few moments, but one could see
their minds were completely taken
up with the business at hand. What
they were engaged in doing was the
nomination of a man to do a man's
work women under the circum
stances would only mess things up.
Little book, I sometimes think
down in most men's hearts their
greatest objection to women's suf
frage is the fear that they will always
have to have women around.
"We haven't been able to keep
women out of the saloon," wailed a
politician to Jim the other day, -and
he told us in great glee. "We have
them mixed up in our business and
our pleasures. If we can't keep them
out of politics, where will we go to
throw off 'the yoke of morality and
decency?"
"Wasn't that lovely?" was Jim's
laughing comment.
"Just the same," said Mollie stout
ly, "you men have got to accept us
graciously if you will, but accept us
you must in all the affairs of life."
"Now look here, Mollie, you are
not a suffragist, are you?" asked Jim
in mock horror.
"Why, Jim Edie, you have always
known that I am a, most uncompro
mising feminist, of which suffrage is
only a part."
"I didn't and don't know anything
about it," said Jim meekly. "Are you
other -girls suffragists?" he asked,
turning to Eliene and me.
"I am president of the Twelfth
.Ward Woman's Suffrage society,"
said Eliene quietly, "and Margie was
the one who first taught Mollie and
me feminist principles. And you just
look lively, Jimmy, for all of us are
going to work like beavers for Har
ry's election."
"Well, perhaps it is just as well I
didn't marry one of you after all,"
said Jim as he dodged a book thrown
at him by Mollie.
"Of course it is, Jim," I told him
laughingly, "for you know we all love
your deal stupid self so much we'd
hate any one of us upon whom you
centered your young affections."
That sent Jini off on a new tack.
"I had a birthday last week and not
one of you remembered it but Donna
Tenny."
"Well, you see," said Molly mis
chievously, "Donna is a widow and
it is part of her business to shower
these little attentions on all single
men."
"Well, she wrote me a beautiful
letter and hoped I was not feeling-as
old as I looked, or words to that ef
fect." "She didn't do any such thing, Jim
Edie," I said indignantly, "for I know
Donna would not say a thing like
that, even if she thought it, any more
than I would."
As soon as I had spoken I knew I
had made a mistake, for, little" book,
poor old Jim is looking rather old.
He is developing a little round "tum
my" and a little round bald spot on
the top of his head, but he is a dear
just the same and dances as lightly
as he did that first time I met him.
I do think he is lonely, however,
