The Hot Linseed Poultice: A Seattle Marriage Ends in Burns and Bankruptcy
When Mrs. Water’s anger boiled over, she didn’t just yell—she slapped a steaming poultice of linseed mush onto her husband’s head. The Superior Court had to decide if this was cruelty or just a bad day.
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A H0 POULTICE ON HIS HEAD
SEATTLE, March 25.—George R. Water and Mrs. Water appeared in the Superior Court on the Bryan Street case of mutual cruelty. Water is married to a young woman barely out of her teens. Mrs. Water brought suit for a divorce some time ago, charging her husband with numerous acts of cruelty. Water replied with a cross-petition, in which he made similar charges against his wife, accusing her of being a flirt.
During the testimony it was brought out that on one occasion Mrs. Water, during a fit of anger, took a stewpan in which a lot of hot linseed mush which had been prepared for a poultice, and slapped it over her husband's head, which was so badly scalded that a large part of the hair came out.
Mrs. Water's petition was dismissed, and the case heard on the cross-petition of her husband. His wife was granted a divorce, and his wife allowed $50 alimony.
Water resides at present in Chazy, N.Y., and is worth about $8,000.
This 1905 domestic dispute reads like a bizarre modern headline, yet it highlights the very real legal and physical vulnerabilities women faced in early 20th-century marriages. While today we might view this as an extreme example of domestic violence, the court's dismissal of her initial petition for 'cruelty'—only to grant divorce later on his cross-petition—reflects a legal system that often prioritized male authority and financial standing over female safety.
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