An Appeal from a Lady to the Gentlemen
By Lill
To the Editor of the Chronicle—Sir: My curiosity, the curiosity of a woman, is aroused. Will you or some of your scientifically inclined readers try to satisfy it? I have sought in vain and must have help. I am recently from an interior city. There tobacco-juice and swearing were a never-ending source of trouble on the streets. In the house—whether that house was public or private—we were comparatively free from either nuisance. On coming here the infrequency of profane language and tobacco-juice on the street was a source of surprise and pleasure to me, but I find that no place of amusement or of instruction, not even a private parlor, is sacred from the invasion of tobacco, and ladies in public business have assured me they are obliged to cover the center of their carpets to save them from the greatest enemy of neatness and cleanliness known to woman. Why, a year-old baby with a cup of syrup and teaspoon will not injure a parlor worse in half an hour than will a man with ten cents' worth of tobacco. Why can't they use it in their offices, work-rooms, saloons, etc., and keep it out of our way? That's what we want to know! If you must be dirty, gentlemen, please don't make us suffer at home and abroad for your ill taste.