The Waxahachie daily light. [volume] (Waxahachie, Tex.) 1894-current, 1903-09-17
a New Baby Al Our House.

intended to have q fine piece In
the paper this week-0ne that fairly
scintillated with diamonds of
thought and dubbed over with
streams of eloquence. intended to
make the people of Waxahachie
gaze In stupefied wonder at the pro-
duction of a woman from the sticks.
But bless your heart! last Saturday
morning, Sep. II, DIR. Poplin brought
little red, wiggling ,squirming baby
to this place. The mother and
child have been doing fine, but
Kyle Butler, the papa-oh, my
Its a boy, Kyle. You are the
father of little baby boy" we told
him.
as it's it pretty? Is 1t like me?"
he had time to gasp. Then we
thought he was going to faint. DR..
Poplin grabbed him by one arm and
Uncle Snort by the other and eased
him to cot. Mrs. Spears famed
him vigorously with a newspaper,
the writer dashed dipper of cold
water in his face and he revived
only to ask:
Ibid you say it was a boy? Can
it say papa?"
Well, Mr.. Editor, that was just
the beginning. OF course there
never was a baby born before or
never will be again. The children
wanted to see it's feet. 'Ain't they
sweet" they'd say. Then they
wondered if it's eyes would be blue
or brown. Everybody marveled at
the quantity of black hair ii posses
sed; and one lady said she liked
babies with lots of hair. Another
one said she didn't; she liked the
the old-fashion bald-headed babies
that were in vogue before women
began wearing bangs. Somebody
else said what a "litty- bitsy -tinsy
winesty- sing" 1t was, just like they
pitied the poor mother for possessing
such a little mOrsel Of humanity.
Then another lady told about 10
pound baby she'd heard about. This
caused one lady TO remark that she
didn't like such big babies; that
they could not hold up their heads.
/ Then everyone present told their
experience about handling little
helpless babies. Some didn't mind
it, wasn't bit afraid; others were
always afraid they would hurt the
things, etc, etc.
About that time the baby laughed,
and that made everybody think Of
some time when a baby laughed.
So you see, Mr.. Editor, how il is.
Everybody who has been in here
this week wants to see that blessed
baby. As ! said before they exam
inc its feet, criticiSe its ewes and
hair and size, tell all the same thing
over about their own babies ] IN
not on bit better than the others
and their neighbors' babies tIil IL
equals Uncle Snort : talking poultry.
said | to him, "Whv don't yuu
take on over this new grandson OF
yours | thought IL was grandpa
pas not papas thai needed fanninr
on the arrival of a new baby
"Oh, phsaw, child, the idea. When
mans seventeenth grandChi.u
comes, the novelty Of the thing has
worn off and the business has grow 10
mOuOtOnOus. on, amt that the
prett1est thing. Just look at that
comb-what "A beautiful red jus.
look what feet and legs he has on
him. That saddle is all right, those
primaries and secOudaries are Just
the things. Oh, / tell you he's "A
hon And l looked up at Uncle
Snort and there was look Of adlni-
ration in his eyes as be gazed out
the window that was almost radi-
ance itself Whats "a hon?" /
s-ked, "Ihe baby?''
No, that buff leghorn chicken ."
80 / don't think | need To be
blamed for not writing the piece
mentioned.
Kyle is doing very well; was able
TO pick little cotton today; think
with careful watching he will final
ly recover. The boys name is
Ralph Freeman Butler.
UNCLE SHORTS BIRD.