"But," sez he, with some bitterness of sperit and speakin' skornfully: "What if wimmen did dedicate it?
They can git up dressed in their silks and shiffoniers, and talk, talk, but they can't vote no matter how well off they be.

They've got to pony up and pay taxes and toe the mark in law jest as men tell 'em to." "Why," sez he, warmin' with his subject, "we men can set on you in juries and you can't help yourselves, and hang you and so forth.

And you W.C.T.U.

wimmen would have to let your tax money go to pay for drinkin' shacks if we men of Jonesville, and the world, took it into our heads to make you.

Why," sez he, lookin' more and more big feelin' as he went on, as why shouldn't he, as he recounted men's glorious advantages, "Nate Flanders, who is most a fool, can vote and make you knuckle down and do as he tells you to.