St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-08-07
WHAT ONE WOMAN THINKS
About the Philosophy That Serves
in Hot Weather.

About the Philosophy That Serves
in Hot Weather.
New York Recorder
Weather is promoter of character.
Whoever can adjust himself to the
things over which he has no control has
his own nature under proper subsection.
That was Il wiSeacre who wrote:
Mans a tool,
When it's hot he wants il cool;
When its cool he wants it hot,
Ne'er contented with his lot.
The man who can smile and look glad
with the thermometer at 90 deg has con-
Quered gate.
But this habit of storming verbally
about the weather is very foolish habit
really, now. is it not? This habit of
making personal matter of it isn't at
all sensible, but it has its benefits after
ali, because the crankS can agree for
once. Hot weather is the only subject
which they do agree OH and the only
way in which a very cranky crank can
get even with himself and be more
cranky than ever is to catch bad cold
and shut all the doors and windows and
well. you know such man, do you
not?
The worst crank in the world is the
man who has bad cold in hot weather.
Weather develops character. Do you
know the Southerner on his native
heath? No villainously smiling sun
light ever extracts a groan from him.
He can remember hotter day. 1t may
have been forty years ago, but he re-
members it. The Southern is as loyal
to the weather as he is to his principles.
lie is the philosopher of our country.
The weather has made him SO.
The things that make us uncomf0rta-
bic and unhappy in hot weather-that
is, considering we have no one but our
selves to look after and suffer Tor-are
Ignorance and selfishness.
DO you desire to know how cool you
are in your home with the thermometer
up in the COS? If you have curiosity,
because that things 20 by comparison
III this word, get your hat and umbrella
and start for the Third avenue elevated
road. That line of travel will take you
into an oven. and on either side of the
track you can look down into the rooms
where men and women are bending
over their work-the work that earns
them mere crust--and gasping for
breath in the sitting atmosphere of the
tenements. Haif-ciad children play
about on the pavementS that must
scorch their naked feet. If you travel
through this section with your eyes
open, when you reach home again your
own room will feel cool and comforta-
bic, and you will have something to
think about besides yourself.
The words "hOt weather. strike ter
ror to the hearts of thousands of moth
erS. Any day on the boats that go out
from the city whaTves you can diStin-
guSh the terror stamp on the faces of
women who carry, pale little human
burdens down to the SeaShOre. Every
day hundreds of mothers and babies are
taken down to the beach by the various
fresh air societies. Do you know how
they administer treatment 10 the little
PROSTATE forms? They remove the
clothing and place the baby on the cool
sand and the tide creeps up slowly
each wave comes nearer-and finally
washes up over the little emaciated
body, bathes it as lovingly as ever a
mothers hand was gentle to battle, and
thellittle limp hands and feet reach out
invOluntarily-aS you have seen a baby
stretch its feet to the warmth of the
fire-they reach out toward the great
ocean-and then the baby opens its eyes
and the spirit that has for days been
about to take leave, looks through the
baby'S ewes in mute thankfulneSs.
Then the mother hopes.
Such scene occurred on Broadway
last Friday as the few who witnessed
Will not soon forget. Soon? They will
never forget it. One does not readily
forget such.
In the hurrying throng of people was
a young woman with an infant in her
arm, and leading threeyear-old child
by the hand. All day she had been at
Battery park with her little ones, and
about o'clock she toiled home with her
burdens. Her face was pale and anX-
ious, and now and then she looked down
at the babe with utmost SOlicitude and
anxiety. The little one in her arms was
hot pale-but that dreaded color which
once having seen you can never forget.
The mother was young, she did not
know-and q man-he has been wonder
ing ever since how he came to do it
Shrieked at her in tones tinged with
horror:
MADAME, your child is dead"
Think you the crowd will ever forget
the startled exclamation of the man. the
long low moan Of the Young mother as
she sank to the pavement? Then the
ambulance came and the curtain
lowered on the tragedy. In many a
Lone was that incident narrated Friday
night. But the dinner-pail carrier who
came to his supperless home, the same
to which the ambulance carried the
stricken mother with her one child and
her armful of lifeieSS clay-what of him?
All! many breadWinner goes out
from his home these Gays, works all day
with heavy heart and fears to come
home at night. Many astern faced man
grows sterner as the temperature rises
not on his own account, but for the sake
of some little sufferer whom he left be-
hind in the morning.
Have we who only experience per-
sonal discomfort. who have no sick
chamber at home, no flowers to be gar
nered. have we occasion to complain of
the weather?