Punchinello, Volume 2, No. 34, November 19, 1870 by Various
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man's happiness, MASKALINE WIMMEN, man would be a poor shiftless koot.
"Therefore, I say, go hum and resoom your abnormal condition. Get back into your own harniss, and don't undertake to assoom the bifurkated garments. It haint your forte, no more'n it is some of our public offishals to keep from steelin." I rattled away at 'em in this stile, ontil I beheld the last pair of femail bifurkaters skoot for home, when I subsided into a chair, and with my bandanner hankerchief wiped the perspiration from my noble brow. After Ide partially recovered my ekanimity, I agin resoomed my offishal duties, but I couldent help thinkin that if wimmen made such a confounded hullabalo about votin, as they is now doin, tryin to vote; them air leaders, who air goin about the country like Internal Revenoo offisers, seekin that they may gobble up somebody, will have a pile to anser for, when woman becomes a component part of the body polertick. Owe! woman, woman, how sweet you be, When you're dressed up to kill, I hope the time ile never see, When man's place you all fill. Take the advice of one which knows, & try to shun the evil, To see a woman in man's close Looks wusser nor the d---l. Which is the opinion of your humbley sarvent, |
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