The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1877-08-09
A. Goou Word for Romping Girls.

Most women have a dread of these.
Mothers would rather their little daugh-
ters were called anything else than
| Iomps.. EPhey say to them, "be very
Quiet now, my dears, don't run or jump,
try and be little ladies'" AS if healthy
child could, be still; as if it could take
time to walk, or step over what came in
its way, as if. it could fold its hands in
its lap, when its little heart is so brimful
of tickle. 1t is absurd and wrong, be-
cause it issunnatural.; Children girls as
we'll as boys, need exercise; indeed they
must have it, to be kept in q healthy con-
.dition. They need it to expand their
chests, strengthen their muscles, tone
their nerves, develop themselves general
ly. And this exercise must be out Of
doors, too. It is not enough to have
calisthenics in the nursery or parlor.'
They need to be out in the sunshine, out
in the wind, out in the grass, out in the
woods, out of doors somewhere, it it be
no bigger place than the common or
park. Suppose they do tan their pretty
faces. Better be as brown as a berry,
and have the pulse quick and strong,
than white as lily and complain of cold
feet and headache. Suppose they do
tear their clothes; suppose they do wear
out their shoes; it don't try a mothers
patience and strength half so much to
watchyand mend as it does to watch night
after, ,night1a-querulous sick child, and it
don't drain fathers pocket. book half as
quick to buy shoesias it does to pay doc
tors bills. = 4, :
Indeed, we don't believe there is
prettier picture in all the wide world
than that of little girl balancing herself
on the topmost rail of an old zigzag fence,
her bonnet on one arm and basket of
1lackberriesl on the l.'otter,: her curls
streaming out in the wind, or ripping
over her flushed cheeks, her apron half
torn from her waist and dangling to her
feet, her fingers stained with the berries
she had picked, and her lips with those
she had eaten. Mother, mother don't
scold that little creature when she comes
and puts her basket on the table and
looks ruefully at the rent in the new
ginghams apron, and at the little bare
toes sticking out of the last pair of shoes.
w dSll VA uSl uOU luCC tilIo oollOo Aol0o,
and give her bowl of cool milk and
light bread, and when she has eaten her
fill and got rested, make her sit down be-
side you and tell what she has seen off
in those meadows and woods.
Her heart will ebs, full, of beautiful /
things Athe sound Of the wind, the fall of
the Fleaves, the music of the wild birds
and the laugh of wild flowers, the rip
pling of streams and the color of pebbles,
the shade, of the clouds and the hue of
theSs1nbean1s-all those will have woven
their spell over her innocent thoughts,
and made her a poet in feeling, if not in
expression.
No, mothers, don't nurse up your little
girls like house-plants. The daughters
of this generation are to be the mothers
of the next, and if you would have them
healthy, in, body and gentle in temper,
free from nervous affections, fdgets and
blues; fyou would fit them for life-its
joys, its cares, and its trials-let them
have a. good romp every day while they
are growing. tits Natures own specific,
and, if taken in season, warranted to
cure ails Of the girl and the woman.