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Does your husband get all his own way-If so, read this ar and perhaps you'll-discover
ths husband claims to have solved the
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THE CHINA MAIL, DECEMBER.
IT PAYS ME TO BE
A Yes-MAN
s, and yet to win
Now, I won't go down in history.make life more like an endless war by saying
in the end. Nobody has ever heard of me, and than ordinary existence. after this I don't suppose anybody There is nothing very extraordin In my married life I have found Even when I that most disputes turn on the will. But after forty-five years ofjary about my secret. placid life I sometimes think that tell it to you, it may seem ridiculous answer the man may give. though I don't desire it, someone at first glance. ought to give me a minor place in the gallery of fame...
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"Yes" or "No." That time you brought Uncle I have the ability to say "Yes" John into the conversation when you
It is just this..
Because I have discovered the
A little word, but oh, how so im-jought to have appreciated that al- though he is a joke to you he is secret of handling women and avoid-portant! ing the disputes and scenes which You sc. I have learnt how to lose la disgrace to any decent family.
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That time.
Well, need I go on? These a ward moments have always made big family news and, I suppose, al-
ways will
And what happens when the wife starts a tirade once the last visitor has gone and the inquest begins? - Most men start to argue back: They are still arguing about it twelve months after.
I pick the simpler way out I say "Yes"
Whether the wife wants me to pro- mise not to do it again. Whether she wants to know if I think she is stuffed a slave, a puppet, a mere figure waiting at home on my plea- sure. Whether she asks me if I think myself, so marvellously superior to the rest of mankind...
I answer "Yes"
That is why peace reigns in my home Shrill voices, angry retorts, and disagreeable scenes never ruffle my life.
It takes two to make a quarrel, and my simple "Yes" makes it im possible that a second party should
exist
So we have no rows.
At first I didn't like saying "Yes." I thought it an insult to my man- hood. Why, I said to myself, you're head of this house, you go out to work to pay the bills and run this quite nice home. What are you thinking about? Answer back. As- sert yourself. Prove your point of view, otherwise you'll become a hen-- pecked husband
But soon a great truth. dawned
han me.
The best way to become henpeck- ed is to argue with your wife, to defy her, to demand proof of every- thing she says.
And the best way to get your own way is to agree with everything she says.
It sounds a paradox, I know, but it has worked in my case.
So now, after my wife has de- nounced something I have said or done, the dialogue goes something like this:
The Wife: I don't know what you were thinking about.
Aren't you lashamed of yourself?
Me: Yes, dear.
The Wife: And I hope you'll pro- mise never to do a thing like that again.
Me: Yes, dear.
doesn't At this point the wife know very well what to say .next. Still, she manages with:
The Wife: Sometimes I think you're just a stupid baby. You know, you must admit you were in the wrong.
Me: Yes, dear.
The Wife: Can't you say any thing but "Yes, dear"? ·
Me: Well, dear. I wonder would you pass me my pipe? It's on the mantelpiece there.
And she always passes me my pipe. The row that might have dragged on for days goes up in smoke
“I'm happy. So is she.
What have I lost? The chance of a shouting contest and most men can shout more loudly than their wives? The chance of stamping out of the house and slamming the idoor after me?
Well, I don't want to stamp out Where have I to go that's more tractive than my home?
It's funny how few menev clever men in other respec
sée
that three little letters give them the key to happiness.