My Summer in the Kitchen
"Henrietta Athon Morrison was the daughter of the prominent Indiana politician Dr. James S. Athon. A native of Indianapolis, she wrote sketches and poems for local newspapers. In this, her only book, she barely represses her bitterness while discussing the role of women. She resents the imposition of male rule and "the woman's place being in the kitchen" and strikes out in a crisp tone to assert, as a last resort that women should be allowed unaltered control of all phases of home life. If woman is queen of the home, then she should reign. The author dedicates the book, "To Dan L. Payne, the man who is good enough to be a woman." A tiny bit of foxing, otherwise fine, in blind- and gilt-decorated dark green cloth." -- description from Rabelais Inc., bookseller.
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Page 59 - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Page 97 - Have full as oft no meaning, or the same. Self-love and reason to one end aspire, Pain their aversion, pleasure their desire ; But greedy That, its object would devour, This taste the honey, and not wound the flower: Pleasure, or wrong or rightly understood, Our greatest evil, or our greatest good.
Page 129 - Dear friends, I am going Where washing ain't done, nor sweeping, nor sewing; But everything there is exact to my wishes ; For where they don't eat, there's no washing of dishes. I'll be where loud anthems will always be ringing, But, having no voice, I'll be clear of the singing. Don't mourn for me now; don't mourn for me never I'm going to do nothing for ever and ever.
Page 37 - I will not dwell upon ragouts or roasts, Albeit all human history attests That happiness for man — the hungry sinner! — Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.
Page 14 - ... goes Where traffic blows, From lands of sun to lands of snows; This happier one, Its course is run From lands of snow to lands of sun. O happy ship, To rise and dip, With the blue crystal at your lip!
Page 129 - Here lies an old woman who always was tired, For she lived in a house where help wasn't hired. Her last words on earth were: Dear friends I am going Where washing ain't done, nor churning, nor sewing; And everything there will be just to my wishes, For where they don't eat there's no washing of dishes.
Page 16 - How blest should we be, have I often conceived, Had we really achieved what we nearly achieved ! We but catch at the skirts of the thing we would be, And fall back on the lap of a false destiny.
Page 112 - If a man applies himself to servile or mechanic employments, his industry in those things is a proof of his inattention to nobler studies. No young man of noble birth or liberal sentiments, from seeing the Jupiter at Pisa, would desire to be Phidias, or from the sight of the Juno at Argos, to be Polycletus ; or...