Glaspell, "Trifles"

"She used to wear pretty clothes and be lively, when she was Minnie Foster, one of the town girls singing in the choir." (from "Trifles" by Susan Glaspell pg. 5)

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/AngelaPalumbo/2008/02/the_dead_bird.html

"She used to wear pretty clothes and be lively, when she was Minnie Foster, one of the town girls singing in the choir." (from "Trifles" by Susan Glaspell)

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/AndreaNestler/2008/02/minnie_fosteronce_a_happy_girl.html

"I wonder how it would seem never to have had any children around. (Pause.) No, Wright wouldn't like the bird--a thing that sang. She used to sing. He killed that, too" (Glaspell "Trifles").

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/EthanShepley/2008/02/the_real_killer.html

“Well, can you beat the women! Held for murder and worryin' about her preserves”( Glaspell.).

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/AngelicaGuzzo/2008/02/murder_mystery.html

COUNTY ATTORNEY:For that matter, a sheriff's wife is married to the law. Ever think of it that way, Mrs. Peters?
MRS. PETERS. Not--just that way." (Trifles)

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/MadelynGillespie/2008/02/married_to_a_man_or_a_the_law.html

"MRS. HALE ... Oh, I wish I'd come over here once in a while! That was a crime! That was a crime! Who's going to punish that?

MRS. Peters (looking upstairs). We mustn't--take on.

MRS. HALE. I might have known she needed help! I know how things can be--for women. I tell you, it's queer, Mrs. Peters. We live close together and we live far apart. We all go through the same things--it's all just a different kind of the same thing." (Trifles)

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/JessieFarine/2008/02/i_know_this_feeling_of_regret.html

COUNTY ATTORNEY. “Oh I guess they’re not very dangerous things the ladies have picked up.”
http://blogs.setonhill.edu/GretaCarroll/2008/02/who_said_the_gals_cant_pull_on.html

"HALE: 'Well, women are used to worrying over trifles'" (Glaspell).

View my comments at http://blogs.setonhill.edu/EricaGearhart/2008/02/womens_trifles.html

MRS. HALE. She--come to think of it, she was kind of like a bird herself--real sweet and pretty, but kind of timid and--fluttery. How--she--did--change.

"Mrs. Peters: We think she was going to-- knot it." (Trifles)

MRS. HALE (her hand against her pocket).

"We call it--knot it, Mr. Henderson."

Listen to Death Cab for Cutie while doing your homework.
http://blogs.setonhill.edu/ChelseaOliver/2008/02/el150_behind_every_powerful_ma.html

“MRS. HALE: (her hand against her pocket). We call it-knot it, Mr. Henderson.”

Isn’t it interesting how similar “knot it” and “not guilty” are?

View more of my blog at:
http://blogs.setonhill.edu/JeanineONeal/2008/02/we_find_the_defendant.html

"She used to wear pretty clothes and be lively, when she was Minnie Foster, one of the town girls singing in the choir. But that--oh, that was thirty years ago"

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/AllisonHall/2008/02/losing_an_identity.html

"Mrs Hale (her hand against her pocket): 'We call it--knot it, Mr. Henderson'" (Glaspell).
Knot everything you wanted to know? Read more here:
http://blogs.setonhill.edu/LaurenMiller/2008/02/knot_exactly_a_happy_ending.html

Angela Palumbo,"she use to wear pretty clothes and be lively". This pasage explains what often happens to women once they get a little older and are married. They quit trying to look their very best and don't spend any money buying themselves any thing.

SHERIFF: Well, can you beat the women! Held for murder and worryin' about her preserves.

"Oh, I wish I'd come over here once in a while! That was a crime! That was a crime! Who's going to punish that?"(Glaspell 9).

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/JulianaCox/2008/02/that_was_a_crime.html

"Then why can't I see him?" I asked her, out of patience. "'Cause he's dead," says she. "Dead?" says I. She just nodded her head, not getting a bit excited, but rockin' back and forth. "Why--where is he?" says I, not knowing what to say. She just pointed upstairs--like that (himself pointing to the room above). I got up, with the idea of going up there. I talked from there to here--then I says, "Why, what did he die of?" "He died of a rope around his neck," says she, and just went on pleatin' at her apron. Well, I went out and called Harry. I thought I might--need help. We went upstairs, and there he was lying'-- "

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/StephanieWytovich/2008/02/trifles_everyone_has_them_but.html

MRS. PETERS. No, she didn't have a cat. She's got that feeling some people have about cats--being afraid of them. My cat got in her room, and she was real upset and asked me to take it out.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. I'm going to stay here awhile by myself (To the Sheriff). You can send Frank out for me, can't you? I want to go over everything. I'm not satisfied that we can't do better.

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/KaitlinMonier/2008/02/clues_in_the_kitchen.html

“MRS. PETERS (to the other woman). Oh, her fruit; it did freeze. (To the Lawyer). She worried about that when it turned so cold. She said the fire'd go out and her jars would break.” (Glaspell, Trifles)