The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1902-02-25
Bill ArIp's Letter.

sand detectives 20 pursue the eight hun
dred boys. Our children are fed on MI
crobes from the river Seine" is nov on
every tongue. Other cities have taken ~
The cry and Roueu and Dupkirk show 4
larger death rate OF Infants than Paris.
and now they say 10 wonder tne popa-
lation OF France is decreasing instead OF
increasing. We are poisoning three
fourths o: all the children before they
are a year old and half the remainder
soon after. Seine water. microbes aud
oicarbonate OF soda,
This exposure comes from late Official
sources and is no doubt the truth. or very
near IL. just think OF il and shudder-
$4,000 innocent. helpless babes murdered
IL one year in one city. Tom Hood wrote
a song about the poor ewing wonen that
aroused all London. If he were alive in
Paris now what 4 pitiful subject he would
have for another song. What a shame
upon our sex. for il is not women who do
these things. but men and boys. The
mothers suffer in giving them birth. ThA-
nurse and cherish and clasp the little
things 10 their bOsOps and love and hope
and pray. but the destroyer comes and
tnen all she can do IL TO grieye and weep.
England Strengthening the Beers and
France her innocent children. What
next
4 graphic writer in the New York
Press describes a different Kind OF nor
Tor that We know not Of. but is a living.
breathing. seething thing that is not new
but has come TO stay and grows bigger
and more horrible as the years move or.
lie says: 1T would have been unneces-
sary for Gustav Dore TO follow Dante for
- rayr ~ ! - :,x
hell" The government has established
free baths at Hot Springs, where thou
SANDS OF the most miserable OF all Gods
creatures colgregate and battle for relief
AMI q cure from their loathsolne diseases.
These Wretches leave their rags upon the
cetnented floors which are an inch deep
III water, then stagger or reel or crawl
naked as the fiends in The chambers Of
hell. From thence they crowd into 4
third room where the water and the air
is up TO 10, and the stencil Of foul doors
Is horrible. In this room are two large
pools like watts in q tan yard. and the
victims tumble into them like hogs into a
mud puddle. No doctor. no soap, no tow-
els, no attendants. and they are soon
hurried out To make room for more, for
seven hundred 8 day is the maximum.
len, fifteen Or twenty at q time soak
4 their loathsome infirmities in the nasty,
filthy. hot healing waters, and then re-
clothe themselves with their wet rags and
go o1newhe to dry. All are benefited
and 10 per cent are cured. What a pic
ture. Their lives, such as they have
made them. are not worth saving, but
they cling TO them and live in hope and
defy despair. One hundred and seventy
eight thousand of these human beings
passed through the free baths last year.
One bath room is for white men, one for
white women, one for negro men and one
for negro women.
Not far away is a magnificent hotel.
and there Is a fashionable ball going on.
The rich. the gay, the elite are there.
One moment a mar is Waiting with his
Wife, the next with some other mans
Wife, the next with somebody's mistress.
and the next with his own mistress.
Everything goes and all is hell. A IA
nous physician took his daughter there
this season, but sent her home quickly to
keep her from the company OF wealthy
and diseased parasites. Almost ever?
one who goes there registers under an
assumed name and plays %incognito dur
ing his stay. A Southern judge was re-
! Gently called upon for a toast at a hotel
banquet and said: Here's to the names
J. ~ 1tAC pCAlLlN dp. oG Tic Hail HAS uOl
been told-sonle OF 1t is too bad TO tell.
Every night the poker rooms are In blast
and thousands won and lost. The reader
ponders and wonders can sue thing be
in this Christian land, and in this God s
country. Verify, the humble and the
poor who live around US on the hills and
in the valleys or down in the piney woods
should be thankful for the health and
morality that comes from poverty. Burns
never wrote a truer verse thar that
which says:
and ! new by the smoke that so grace
fully curled
From among the dark elms that q cot
tage was near.
And l said to myself ii there's peace in
this world.
The heart that is humble Nigh: hope
for 1t here"
BILL ARP.