The Grass Widowers: A Fireside of the Future

Publication: Melbourne Herald
Date: 17 June 1922

A FIRESIDE OF THE FUTURE

Victoria women are endeavouring to obtain the right to sit in the Legis- lative Assembly, and are clamour- ing that there should be women mem- bers of the City Council.

Scene: A Suburban Parlour.
Time: Eight o'clock at night.
John Smith is seated before the fire,
nursing his youngest born. Enter the
boon companion, Jim Brown.

Jim: Hello, John, dear. Shut at it,
John. Ah, a man's work is never
done. I've been going all day, and
I haven't even got the dishes washed
yet.

Jim: Poor dear! Where is the wife
tonight?
John: Oh, she says the House is sit-
ting late. I don't know whether to
believe her or not.
Jim: My wife says she's going to a
meeting of the Committee on Drains
but I shouldn't be a bit surprised to
hear she was at the club. What are
you doing this evening?
John: As soon as little Eric drops off,
I have the dishes to wash, and then—
---Sah! I think he's off.
Jim: I'll wipe up for you, dear.
(John puts the child to bed, and with 
Jim's help, washes the dishes. They
sit by the fire again.)

John: Are you going out tonight,
John? There's Mary supper to get.
Jim (suddenly): Do you know dear,
I've been reading that once upon a
time men used to knock about?
John (shocked): Knock about?
Jim: Yes, like women do now. Go
to clubs, and have drinks, and tell stories.
John: That must have been long ago.
Jim: My grandfather remembers
a man who used to smoke cigarettes.
John: Like that awful tom-cat Mr
Johnson.

Jim: Yes; he's they call a reversion to type. 
(Suddenly) suppose we - John!
Let's go out and make a night of it
like they used to do in the old days.
John (weakly): Oh, Jim, I couldn't.
What about our reputations?
Jim: Well, I suppose the tom-cats
would talk. Still—

John: Did you bring your work?
they begin stitching
Jim: I we only had the courage; we
might resurrect those old days and—
John: But we haven't dear.
Jim: No, we haven't.
John: Ah, well.
Jim: Ah, well.
(They go on stitching.)