The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-06-03
Baby's Rights-A Baby Story
BY A BABY.

/ [ amt very old to write-I'm only one
| 1t was my birthday yesterday, and
i dout have milk out of a bottle any more
have bread and milk out of bowl.
Bridget ties my bib under my chin, and
feeds me very fast she doesn't understand
/ that I ought to have time to swallow
When shut my lips and sputter, she
saws, "There now, take your dinner good,
like a darling" can't swallow whole
howl at time, and I CRY and she gives
me shake After that have the stom-
ach-ache.
Lying awake one night, began to
think thatI hadn't my rights; and / want
'em. How to get 'em / don't know q /
cry, but what good comes of it? MI kick
| too, but that's no use. They only give
drops to make me sleep; then / feel hot,
and sick, and stupid all the next day.
One of my rights is not to have drops;
but there now, how am | not to have 'em?
There it comes again i,s;.t.s 81 a..a9
The most comfortable thing ever had
was an india-rubber bottle. What are
mothers made for, if a baby isn't to have
ong? Who invented nursing bottles? 1
hate him, who ever he was.
| I,haye mother, you know-a lady who
says she Isl comes in sometimes and tells
the other ladies that she's not content
with Bridget r. Neither am II, for that
matter; but you see,a my mother is not
thinking Of my rights, but of hers, laShe.
wants to vote! and even wanting to DO 1T
takes up q good deal of her time. She
writes too, for the, newspapers. When |
want to find out whether she really Is my
mother, and begin totalkto her, she says:
aBridget you must really take that darl-
ing child away--he disturbs me dreadful
|ly!" sqp hsgg.9ai a da9ia .9ies1d i4ods
Bridget is big and coarse, her, great
knobs of knukcles hurt me. She ties
strings too tight and joys me too hard.
NV own mother is soft and fair, and her
skin is like silk and I like to touch her. /
am ladys baby, and one of my rights is
that lady should handle and dandle me.
No one sees it.. I'm put off on Bridget.
Mamma don't like to sit at table with
Bridget, but she let her feed me-. Perhaps
I have aristocratic notions, too; who cares
for them? lu3ieq 9aT bUaioa i2it rg
& One day Bridget had big pewter
breastpin, with yellow stone in it, on
her collar,and it kept. scratching my head:
nobody knew it. One day she took me
out in my wagon and upset rae; no one
knew that, either. s.ot -, ,.5at t,I
She takes me out to her cousins shanty,
where little Pat has the measles, or the
small pox, and if l don't catch 'em both,
its because There's sweet little cherub
that sits up aloft," to keep wacth for poor
motherless babies l9 4iHHH 14i2
Sometimes she leaves me alone in the
room with CRATE fire. 1 always put my
fingers into it, and they always burn.
Once mamma found it out and I had g
different Bridget. They are all alike;
they come from the intelligence office, and
are rough and course and smell of smoke,
and take care of me for money and not
for love- This one is sleepy and mods
over me, and drops me. Some day one
will tumble down stairs with her big feet
and slip-shod shoes, and break my neck,
I dare say. aa12ta 5ai % s#.1a
A father too have right to faith
er. Mine is a Wall street man; he goes
out early and comes home to dinner.
/ should think he might be very nice to-
know, but I'm not acquainted with him;
he has nice black whiskers and laughs
and says" halo, old fellow, when we meet,
and try to tell him about Bridget; and
my feelings overpower me, and | cry, and
he says, "take the little rascal away, Bid
.dy." NM
One dreadful thing have: its family
doctor. He says Tn fine child and does
dreadful things to me. Once he lanced
nv gums, once he vaccinated me- After
that had sore arm, and Bridget's blue
merino hurt it.
In summer there used to be some com
fort in going out in my perambulator, and
seeing that, after all. [ am not worse off
than other babies, all given over to Bird
gets, whom met; but now tits winter,
and have to stay in my nursery, in fan
mel shawls, and do nothing bat think; and
I've decided that must have my rights.
A whole mother aught to belong to every
baby; and Bridget is an imposition. A
lady's baby ought to lie sometimes in a.
lady's arms, and be talked to by lady.
When am able to speak, shall say what
Bridget says, and with her accent, and
then I shall be scolded, as if it were my
fault. That is the way with my brother
Tom. 1910 8bts2 .qH /
Here lie now, while Bridget is talk
ing to the milkman in the area. I'm hum
cry, and damp, and wretched- I'm tired
of being in the Grady, and shall hurt
myself if I roll out. | want the big or
ange on the mantle piece, and to sit on
somebody's lap and have my feet toasted,
and hear s1ittle pig goes to Market" but
mamma is at a political meeting, and pa
pa in Wall street, and Bridget in the area
and who cares what I want? Rights! 1
wonder where my rights are2 Nobody
talks about them. No matter, I'll yell
htill I get 'en. q o14l 3sI2sa os.sL gD4fiRai
| 3 p. ST. have yelled and Bridget has
1given me drops, o No matter, whbn I'm q
man I'll go in for the rights of babies.