Grayville Weekly Herald

Girls versus Wives.

The Horicon (Wis.) Argus has the following truthful remarks in relation to the girls—we beg pardon, to the young ladies of this generation. We suggest to the Argus that there are no girls now-a-days—they are either babies or young ladies progressing immediately from the cradle into hooped skirts with a beau on each arm. With this amendment the Toledo Blade is prepared to endorse the following and take the consequences:

"We are sorry to see the girls of the present day have such a tendency to utter worthlessness; growing more anxious to become more fashionable than good, more anxious to cultivate their heels than their hearts, and to encircle their legs with whalebone rather than the brow with wreaths of love, kindness and beauty. As a general thing, those who are handsome think they are lovely. Far from it. When we, years ago took one to be Mrs. P., girls were girls. It was fun to go a dozen miles afoot with mud knee deep to see them; as you were sure to find the clear girl; nature instead of art. But now it is different. The dentist supplies the teeth, "Uncle Ned" the cotton, some optician the eyes, and a skillful mechanic the legs and arms, an artist furnishes paint, a Yankee the hoops, some "French Milliner" gets up artificial maternal founts, and the very devil robs himself to give them a disposition to lie, tattle, gossip, make mischief and kick up all sorts of bobberys among people generally. "Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher," We love the girls, but this counterfeit article now being palmed off on fashionable society is an intolerable unmitigated humbug.

What fun Adam must have had in the garden before that long-tailed gentleman introduced himself to mother Eve, and what enjoyment our fore fathers must have had in the halcyon days of their boyhood, ere fashion plates and folly made their appearance. O, girls, if you do not right about face, you will never find boys foolish enough to pay five dollars a week for your board and find clothing for you to boot. They can't stand it.

Our mother was a girl once, but she didn't lie about folks till her tongue was blistered; she did not make ma wash the dishes till the grave gave her a glad resting place in its bosom; she never made her poor old father curse his Maker, as he ran from the sheriff week in and week out; she never made her silver haired patriarch, already blossomed for the tomb, stand during church, while she sat beside him looking at the "hims," nor did she wear a silk dress to the temple of God and have dirty petticoats beneath her ample skirts; neither did she receive favors and forget to say thank you, at least. But the girls now-a-days do. They are neither fit for wives nor do they know enough for mothers."