Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1878-09-26
A WORD FOR R0MPING GIRLS.

Most women have dread of them. Moth.
ers would rather their little daug hters were
called anything else than romps. They say
to them: "Be very quiet now, my dears
don't rum or jump, and be little ladies'" AS
if healthy child could be still as ifit could
take time to walk, or step over what came in
it's way as if it could fold its hands in it's
lap, when its little heart is so brimful Of
tickle. 1t is absurd and wrong, because it is
unnatural. Children, girls as well as boys,
need exercise indeed they must have it, to
keep in healthy condition. They need it to
expand.their chests, strengthen their muscles,
tone their nerves develop themselves gener-
ally.
And this exercise must be out.ofdoors, too.
1t 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, if
it be no bigger than the common or park.
Suppose they do tan their pretty faces. Better
be brown as berry, and have 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
er's patience and strength half so much to
patch and mend as it does to watch night af:
ter night querulous sick child and it don't
drain fathers pocket-book as quick to buy
shoes as it does to pay doctors bills.
Indeed, we don't believe there is prettier
picture in all the wide world than that of a
little girl balancing herself on the topmost
rail of an old zig gag fence, her bonnet on one
arm and basket Of blackberries on the other,
curls streaming out in the wind or ripping
over flushed cheeks, her apron half torn from
her waist and dangling to her feet, her ingera
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 ruefuly at the rent in the new ging-
ham apron, and at the little bare toes sticking
out of the last pair of shoes. Wash off her
hot face and soiled hands, and give her a
bowl of cool milk and light bread; and when
she has eaten her ill and got rested, make
her sit down beside you and tell what she
has seen off in those meadows and woods.
Her heart will be full of beautiful things
the sound of the wind, the fall of the leaves,
the music OF Cne WHO OlTuS, anu Lue IauSH VI
wild flowers, the ripping of streams and the
color of pebbles, the shade of the clouds and
the hue of the sunbesms-all those will have
woven their spell over her innocent thoughts,
and made her poet in feeling, if not in ex-
preston.
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 ifyou would have them healthy in
body and gentle in temper, free from nervous
affections, fdgets and blues if you would fit
them for life-its joys its cares, and its
trials-let them have good romp every day
while they are growing. 1t is Natures own
specific, and if taken in season, warranted to
cure ails of the girl and the woman.
s9- The boy who is late at the breakfast
table, late at school, and never does anything
at the right time, stands poor chance to be a
prompt man. The boy who neglects his duties,
be they ever so small, ard then excuses him
self by saying, 20, forgot, didn't think !"
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