A home should
mean to every man what your home does to you. If all men do not get from
their homes what you do, in most cases it is _their own fault_. Of course
I know there are women so abominably obsessed with self, they refuse to
become mothers, and prefer a cafe, with tangoing between courses, to a
home; such women should have first the ducking stool, and if that isn't
efficacious, extermination; they are a disgrace to our civilization and
the weakest spot we have. They are at the bottom of the present boiling
discontent of women who really want to be home loving, home keeping. They
are directly responsible for the fathers, sons, brothers, and lovers with
two standards of morals. A man reared in the right kind of a home, by a
real mother, who goes into other homes of the same kind, ruled by similar
mothers, when he leaves his, and marries the right girl and establishes
for himself a real home, is not going to go _wrong_. It is the sons,
lovers, and husbands of the women who refuse home and children, and carry
their men into a perpetual round of what they deem pleasure in their
youth, who find life desolate when age begins to come, and who instantly
rebel strongest against the very conditions they have made.
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