Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 50, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 28 February 1910 — LONNY AND AMANDA. [ARTICLE]

LONNY AND AMANDA.

The Pieces in the Paper Got Her “Real Riled Up.” Lonny Lamkin is a kindly, simple, blundering fellow, who was always in difficulties until Amanda Brown, the most capable spinster in the village, compassionately took him in hand and married him. Not long ago Lonny, with an obvious cloud on his usually beaming countenance, dropped into the office of the Norley Bugle. “Hello, Lon!” his friend, the editor, greeted him. “How’s things with you?”

Loony gazed at him gravely. "I’ve come," he announced, "to remonptrate. You been sayin’ things in your paper I don’t like. Nor Amanda don’t like ’em. Fool things about ■what women can’t do and ain’t fit for, and oughtn’t to be allowed to meddle with, and pokin’ fun at ’em for talkin’ up rights an’ votes an’ sech. That piece last Sat’d’y—-well, Amanda was reel riled.’’ s “O-o-oh!” whistled the editor. “So Amanda is a suffragette; I might have guessed it!” “Then you’d ha’ guessed wrong,” said Lonny. "She ain’t—yet; but you’re making her one. Tellin’ women what they ain’t good for—my! my! Grindin’ in their disabilities! Lecturin’ ’em on their Incapacity! Land o’ Goshen, man, don’t you know ■better’n that? You got Amanda so stirred up, hanged if I’d be surprised es she got together a posse o’ women ’lection day, an’ jest turned in an’ voted out o’ spite!’’ “Oh, come now!” protested the editor. "Even Amanda couldn't quite do that. The law would have a word to say.” 'J “Mebbe ’twould,” rejoined Lonny, "but when it comes to sayin’ words, what’s law agin a lady?*' - 7 - » "Thay san talk, all right.” agreed

the editor. “It’s when it comes to affairs that— ’’ He paused, looked long at Lonny with a speculative eye, and added, in a changed tone, “Say, Lon, what’s your objections to Amanda’s 'votin’, anyway? I’d most ha’ thought you’d ha’ bhen in favor.” "Certainly not,” said Lonny, in dignified surprise. “Woman’s sphere is the home; if 'twa’n’t, where would man’s be? Women —they’re nat'rally sech master hands for runnln’ things, they’d be runnln’ everythin’ there is to run, once let ’em git a start. “I want my wife should be modest an* retirin’ an’ domestic; not kitin’ off to manage politics, when her rightful place is. to home by her own fireside, managin' me. No, sir! An’ here you got her so stirred up she forglts half her liome juties, an’ don’t keep the books, nor tend the telephone, nor write my letters, nor help me a mite with the business! Customers are complainin’, an’ things are in a fair way to go 10- rack an’ ruin. So it comes down to this—“l- atop my paper, or you stop your fool twittin’ an’ teasin’, an’ leave, Amanda be to ca’m down.” “All right, Lonny,” assented the editor, mildly. “Anything to oblige. Guess you forget, though, ’twas your wife’s subscription; and we’ve had no complaint from her. Editorially speaking, Amanda is the one that’s kept ca’m." —Youth's Companion.