Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 19, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 June 1883 — HIGHER EDUCATION. [ARTICLE]

HIGHER EDUCATION.

A CoupU of Brooklyn Girl* Try to Got Onto It. [From the Brooklyn Engle.] “My dear girl," said one yotmg lady to another on Fulton street, “mil yon go -with me to-night and hear Prof. Stone lecture?" “Whp is he? and if bat will he lecture about?" "Oh, he's lovely, a Boston man, and is going to leoture on the 'Higher Education of Women.’ Ma says it will be very instructive, and pa says its only for a lot of old shriekers, and when pa and ma talk like that I know its sometiling worth hearing." “Is it about that awful Tewksbury ?* “Oh, my, no; its about Columbia College, and ma says—"Hpw nice," interrupted the other. “Wonder if he’ll sing any class songs. Cousin Ned is a Columbia boy, and last vacation he sang more funny songs. Bid you ever hear this: “ *1 wish I were a hip-po-pot-*-mu»; I would swim the broad Euphrates and eat grass." “It’s too cute for anything; and then there was one beginning—” “No, no, dear, said the intellectual young lady; “ ’tis about admitting young ladies into this college. Ma says—” “Why, goodness me, Mamie, Cousin Ned told me all about the entertainments, and how they danced and flirted; all this at the college, and this Mr. Stone pretends that no women have ever been admitted.” “But, Nellie dear, he means the admitting of women into the college as students." “Oh, that! well, thank my stars! I’ve graduated, and don’t want ever to hear of books again. It makes my head ache now—cram, oram, cram; but my dreeß was lovely. Did I ever show you our badge ? It’s two sweet—black enamel orescent and a gold star below.” “Ma says that we women should vote, and only by higher education can women gain strength to throw off the yoke.” “What yoke?” queried Nellie, innocently. “Oh! I don’t know; they are always having it out over some question, and pa says if ma had her way men would be home tying knots in twine (macrems, you know), then ma says that would be as lofty as guzzling beer till midnight, and then pa turns up his nose and ma cries, and I don’t hear any more about Morgan Dix or higher education that night.” “Speaking of yokes, Mamie, reminds mo of that lovely Mother Hubbard gown. The yoke was Irish point, and triimmed—” “Oh, Nellie, please don’t mention dresses now. Ma says that we are on the eve of a mighty upheaval; that we are to demand redress—” “Ok, Mamie, you giddy thing, telling me not to talk about dress, and here you go—and that makes me think. I’m going to dye that old cashmere terra cotta, and make it with a long polonaise—” “And if we go to-night we’ll hear about O’Donovan Rossa. He’s another hero, as ma calls all these women’s rights men.” “Is he from Boston, too?” “Oh, no. He’s the man that brought over the Bartholdi statue and Cleopatra’s needle.” “Where on earth did you pick up so much information, Mamie ?” said Nellie, bending an admiring glance on her friend’s new hat. “Well, one can’t help listening,” said Mamie, with a superior smile, “and ma is always talking and pa can hold his bwn, so I get the benefit of all their I get all the religious and higher education from ma, and politics and dynamite talk from pa. ” “But you used to be always talking about art and culture and tone; now—” “Oh, that’s old. Ma says that was first a passing fancy, but this higher education is the thing now. Will you go to-night ?” “Would love to, but am going to the opera with Cousin Ned. Good-by, dear; tell yonr ma I’m coming to see her soon,” and the young ladies separated, each impressed with the idea that she had spent a very profitable half hour.