Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 233, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 October 1911 — MAN IS EMOTIONAL; HOW HE SHOWS IT [ARTICLE]

MAN IS EMOTIONAL; HOW HE SHOWS IT

Except in Crying Women Do Not Make So Much Fuss. I? OR a long time, one of the chief V reasons urged against giving women tee right to vote wa« that women were so emotional they could not be safely trusted with the ballot. Now comes along a great nerve socialist who declares men are far more emotional than women, and that it has taken centuries of training and h*rd fighting to give them the power to suppress their emotions, and to resist the desire of a good cry, or go into hysterics. Of course men are more emotional tfhan women, though they -display their “feelings” In a different way. Hen, that is Anglo-Saxon men, don’t burst into tears when they get wrought up; but neither do women, always, unless there is something to be gained by it. Weeping is not a re. Hable barometer of a woman’s emotions. it is the measure of her ability to work people and get what she wants.

Generally speaking, crying is becoming a domestic art. A wife weeps to get a new drees. A business woman doesn’t weep because she’ll get fired if she does, and so the waterline in emotion between the two sexes, is gradually drying up. Barring tears, as the indication of hysteria, in every other matter of temperament man i§ far more emotional than womatn, as> even the most cursory observation will show. Take, as a very common example, the matter of swearing. Suppose, in a crowd, somebody steps on a man’s foot. Isn’t the air immediately rent with .blue blazes? Doesn’t the man sputter and fume, and emit forked lightning and call upon all of his gods to consign the malefactor to places where he won’t need to wear an overcoat even in Winter? But suppose an even worse accident happens to a woman, and some great lumbering lout treads upon her fine new frock, and tears it past all mending. What does the lady do? Does she rip out a few sizzling oaths and tell the man what she thinks of him, and What she hopes will be his ultimate doom? Not at all. She smiles sweetly and, serenely In hia eyes, and says that it doesn’t matter. She may be thinking things that begin with a big, big D, but she doesn’t utter them, this is a triumph of self-control that no man could exhibit under tSe circumstances.

Take note, also, of how men go to pieces over trlfle« that women meet with perfect calmness, as exhibited In the simple act of hooking up a gown. Every married woman will testify that, when her husband fastens her up in the back, he yelps every time he jams (his thumb against a pin, and boils over with rage when he faijs to make a hook and loop-eye connect, and that, during the entire performance, he says pqjfectly. awful things that are shocking to listen to. Observe too, the difference when mother las a headache and when father has one. Who’s loony then? When mother has a headache she goes about her business as usual. She sits at the head- of the table and serves the soup, and sees that father has everything the way he wants it, and all that anybody knows about her suffering is that ®he doesn’t eat anything herself, and looks white and drawn. But, Heaven alive, when father comes home from the -office with a headache there’s something doing! He keeps everybody on the jump for hot water bags. and ice packs and poultices, and special dishes, and takes forty kinds of headache medicines, and sends for a doctor, and a trained nurse, and is scared blue for fear he is going to die. Any surgeon will tell you that a little mite of a woman will walk into an operating room and climb up on the operating table with no more emo-' tion than if she wene going to play bridge, whereas nine-tenths of the men patients are in such a blue funk of fear that they have to be given a ‘little ether in their room 6 and carried, unconscious, into the operating room. Women can get pretty well worked up over a club election, but they never go so far as to yell themselves black in the face and tear off their hats and dance upon them when their candidate goes through; nor do you ever observe - them walking about with a placard around their necks of trudging a wheelbarrow up Broadway, or paying other fool election bets into which their emotional temperaments have led them.