Press and daily Dakotaian. (Yankton, Dakota Territory [S.D.]) 1880-1889, 1886-10-18
SHALL THE CHILD BE WHIPPED
Will Hubbard Herman Says NO. an
Tells Why He Saws 1t.
Especial corraspondence.1

Iells Why Hc Says 1t.
tspecial corraspondence.l
NEW YORK, Oct. 4-Mankind is still below
the standard it will ultimately reach-I mean
the rabblement Of mankind. They still dis.
| play the old, fierce, tiger-spirit of the
past in many ways; still delight in the Hayil.
thing called war; still tingle with an Internal
feeling of pleasure at witnessing a prize fight
Or other exhibition of evil proves, and still
| treat their children as the slave driver treatAd
his slave.
The greatest intellect Of our Countrywide
one who has gone furthest in freeing himself
or precedent; the one whose sermons on the
sweet humanlties have done more for the bet
tefment OF the world than ali the homiIies
ever preached from pulpit-says that the man
I who whips a little covering atom of a child
Is the most contemplate coward in the uni.
verse. And he is.
Think of q great, brawny fellow g~ripping a
poor, trembling child by the arm. and beat.
ing 1T with fist or lash till 1t cries out, and
sinks to the floor In agony!
W hen ever l see q sight like that, my blood
Dolls with a wrath ~unspeakable. The utter
helplessness of the victim appeals to every
instinct OF Justice In my brain, heart, soul.
knew a lad once. He was only 10 wears
ole. be was as beautiful as a dream Of
beauty. There was q grace In his attitudes
q glory IN his eyes-a. something indefinable
IN his very presence-in the unconscious lisn.
the turn of hand and neck, the popularity 81
thought and tone-that made him one Of the
most loyable beings / ever saw. His mother.
q Spanish lady, died In giving him birth.
Ills father was a coarse, cruel EnpJishpan-
one of those sordid clotls that you can find Inv
the multitude in the mines and mills of Eng
land; q great bag Of meat and bones, unfired
by q solitary ray of the divine light that
constitutes intellect.
To kicks and curses this lad was treated.
some trifiing thing-the father whipped him
I'LL the blood trickled to his heels.
Never do that againln cried the bow. a
horrible light flashing in his biz, beautiful
eyes. Never dare touch me with whip
ngainl" f
Maddened by these words, the furious
father returned and struck the boy again.
But only once-only oncei
Quicker than ! can tell it the child pulled
q revolver, shot his father dead, and then.
burning the smoking barrel against his W
breast. fired and fell back into the iI,ffsuits
mystery from whence he came.
Ihat father did not understand the being
to whom he had given life-what parenf
doesf, Having been treated like q dog. NAV
nap, by his W progenitors, and having SUBJ
united like a dog, he thought his own son
would suffer subrnissively as we'll.
l have often said, and I hold It to be a
truisin, that the spirit Of brutality stin re-
naming in the heart of the race springs from
the parental treatment meted ont to the
children OF the rougher classes, and as long
as corporal punishment continues in the
households of the world Just that long will
the masses of humanity fail to realize tl1e
ideal OF its interpreters and prophets
WILL HUBBARD HERMAN.