Reign of King Mud
Isle of Wight Observer February 20, 1879
To the Editor of the Isle of Wight Observer
Sir, I am told that you are very gallant, and always ready to be the champion of what is called the “weaker” sex, and therefor venture to ask you why I and many more who have the misfortune to belong to the weaker part of humanity, should have to endure the misery of wading through inches deep of mud if we want to go to the Railway Station or to the Esplanade.
It is all very well for the lords of creation – magnificent animals that they are – to splash through quagmires; but I for one shall not believe one half they say when they toast us at their convivial bouts, if they do not secure auch small rights for us as the possibility of getting about something less than ankle-deep in mud.
Pray print this murmur from
ONE OF THE WEAKER SEX
In the Mud, bottom of Dover-street,
February 15th, 1879