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Henry: What in all in heaven could've her to go,
such a triumph as the ball?
What could've depressed
could've possessed her?
I cannot the wretch at all.

are irrational, that's all there is to that!
Their heads are of cotton, hay, and rags!
They're but exasperating, irritating,
vacillating, calculating, agitating,
Maddening and hags!
[To
Pickering, why can't a woman be more a man?

Pickering: I beg your

Yes...
Why can't a be more like a man?
Men are so honest, so thoroughly
Eternally noble, fair;
Who, when you win, will always give your a pat.
Why can't a woman be that?

Why does do what the others do?
Can't a learn to use her head?
Why do do ev'rything their mothers do?
Why don't they grow up- well, like their instead?
Why can't a woman after a man?
Men are so pleasant, so easy to
Wherever you're with them, you're at ease.

you be slighted if I didn't speak for hours?

Of not!

Would you be livid if I had a drink or

Nonsense.

Would you be if I never sent you flowers?

Never.

Well, why can't a be like you?

One man in a million may a bit.
Now and then one with slight defects;
One, perhaps, whose you doubt a bit.
But by and large we are a sex!
Why can't a woman after man?
men are so friendly, good-natured and kind.
A companion you never will find.
If I were hours late for dinner, would you

Of not!

If I forgot your silly birthday, you fuss?

Nonsense.

Would you complain if I out another fellow?

Never.

Well, why can't a be like us?

[To Mrs.
Mrs. Pearce, a woman...
Why a woman be more like a man?
Men are so decent, regular chaps.
to help you through any mishaps.
Ready to you up whenever you are glum.
Why a woman be a chum?
Why is thinking something women do?
Why is logic never tried?
Straightening up their is all they ever do.
Why don't they straighten up the mess inside?
Why can't a behave like a man?
If I was a who'd been to a ball,
hailed as a princess by one and by all;
Would I start like a bathtub overflowing?
And carry on as if my home were in a
I run off and never tell me where I'm going?
Why can't a woman be me?