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B o d k i k s .—  I’h ey  have:  actually  elected  wom en  to  serve 011 th e school
                          com m ittcc,
                             Drrro,— -Enough!      Enough  1   I  have  supped  full  of horrors.
                             M ofivk.-— O h .  th at’s  nothing  to  w h at  we  shall  have  to  swallow.
                             D r i i  'O.— T h u s   bad  begins,  bu t  w orse  remains  behind.
                             B o d k j n s .— I  had  a  brother— -
                             D itto .— I  had a  brother  once— a  gentle  boy.
                             B o d k i n s .-— M ine  w ent  into  a  printing  office  to  learn  to  set  type.
                          H e   h ad n ’t  been  there  a  week  when  a  girl  w as  adm itted;  and  now-— -
                          i.o w — ju st  be cause  .she  can  set  typ e  tw ice  as  fast  as  an y  o f  the  men,
                          she  is  allow ed  equal  w ages.
                             D i t t o ,— There  it  is again  !   The irrepressible w om an  !   Why didn't
                          they  tear  down  the  printing office?   Equal  wages  indeed  !
                            B o d k i n s .— W ell,  m y   brother,  w h o   is  a  brave  little  fellow,  did  the
                          best  th in g  h e  c o u l d ;  he  helped  snow-ball  the  girl,  and  succeeded
                          111  hitting  her  011  the  h ea d   with  a  piece  o f ice.
                            D itto.— lie  shall  have  a pension.   Served  her right.   Equal wages
                          indeed!

                            T i n c t u r e ,— A nd  yet   there  are  men— fiends,  rather,  in  humat?
                          shape,  libels  on  their  sex— who  pretend  to  see  no  reason  w h y   womeri
                          sh o u ld n ’t  b e  doctors,  ministers,  lawyers,  architects, builders,  merchants,
                          m anufacturers— in  short,  w hatever  th e y   please  or   chance  to  have
                          a   faculty  for.
                            B o d k i n s .— See  how  they  are  crowding  us  men  out  of  the  paths  o f
                          literature and  art!   Look  at  Mrs,  Stowe!   She  is  paid  more  for  a
                          single page than my friend Vivid, author of “ The Beauty of Broadway/’
                          gets  for  a  whole  volume.
                            T in c t u r e.— Look  at  Rosa  Bonheur,  painter  of beasts  I
                            D itto.'— L et's  all  go  and  have  her  take  our likenesses.
                            T i n c t u r e .— S ec  her  rolling  in  wealth,  w hile  m y   friend  Daub,  with
                          a  fam ily  to  support,  sees  his  splendid  productions,  so  rich  in  alt  the
                         colors  o f  the  rainbow,  unsold  in  the  auction  rooms  !
                            Mo per .-— What are  we  going  to  do  about it?  That's  the  question.
                            D it t o ,— Awake,  arise,  or  be forever  fallen.
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