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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357605" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hoch Der Hausfrau!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357605" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Back to the kicthen, mein Gretchen!<br>Back to the scullery, frau!<br>You have dreamed your brief hour of a matriarch's pow'r:<br>But it's dishes and drudgery now.<br>Your head bent in humble submission,<br>Your back for the masculine flail,<br>Speak softly, and know your position,<br>Meek slave of the dominant male.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357605" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Back to the kicthen, mein fraulein!<br>Back to the post and the pans.<br>To that menial place marked for you in the race.<br>This earth and its glories are Man's<br>Seek you a strong master, my daughter,<br>And serve him; yet be not appalled:<br>But give him stout sons for the slaughter<br>When more cannon fodder is called.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357605" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hausfrau! Hark you back to the kitchen!<br>Your visions of glory are vain.<br>The old Teuton gods count you chattels and clods,<br>And the Blond Beast has risen again.<br>Your masters, with arrogance drunken,<br>Have brought your ambitions to wreck;<br>Your glories are spurlos versunken.<br>Ach! Woman! Our heel on her neck.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a></strong></div>