The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-06-27
CHILD LIFE IN HOTELS.

"Give thanks each morn for the sturdy
 boys,
 r Give thanks for the fairy girls,
 A dover of wealth like these at nome
 Is riches far greater than pearls.
 Think of the homes where the hgh1
 has fled,
 Where the roses have faded away The love that glows in youthful hearts 1 Oh, cherish it while you may!"
 whose home is a hotel. The boy and girl may be pretty to look at, but they are like .hothouse flowers pale and fraiI compared to the children reared | elsewhere. I wonder if the mothers or such youngsters realize what they are missing in the way of healthful romps and childish sports and fun.
 One woman of great wealth whom l know had lived in one of the largest and most fashionable New York hotels since her boy was able to toddle. Housekeeping, even with housekeep- CT and a retinue of servants, is such a nuisance, such a bother" she com plained eonf1dingly to me- adding: My husband considers living in a ho- tel quite the 1ife-care free, interest ing, never dull. I share his opinion. My boy does not come in contact with lads inclined to be rude. Boys brought up in the, hotel atmosphere are perfect
  looked into that''
 A schoo1mate of hers and of mine recently moved from distant city to a suburb of the metropolis and wrote to us to come and spend tf1e-day with her We eagerly accepted as we had not seen this schoo1mate since her wedding day. sI have two little boys for yours to play with,'' she wrote my friend, adding: You will love them, I am sure, for your own sake as well as mine. They are so full of life.,,'
 My friend called for me with her ton and her boy was as spiek and span as though she had just taken him out of a, bandbox.
 The slender girl we had known of yore had evolved into a buxom, rosy matron. As soon as we were seated come and greet the newcomer lad. 1 The hotel guest fairly gasped she beheld two disheveled urchins in jump CTS racing each other to the porch tc get the first glimpse of the little boy who had come to play with them. '1 let the children fairly live in the open enjoying themselves to their hearts content. rornping about said the mother, Our attention was quickly ica1led to the children, who had entered 1 into an animated discussion with the newcomer. The hotel guest was an uOy6Qy 1T not alarmed. The nOCn0r O. the boys was not paying particular at ltention. was smothering a hearty laugh behind my handkerchief. Come down in the garden and help us we're building a trench invited tht eldest boy. ''No,'' replied the hote boy, T would nuss' r y clothes 'tDt lyou know how to make mud fences 2 demanded the younger brother. 'tNo.' l''Play ball ?' 'sNo." Marbles? 2 s'No!'' Can you fly a kite?''> .'NoI' Play soIdier?'' No!" Roller skate 2 Nor 'Lasso a goat?'' No." s'wha Jean you do2''J chorused the boys il Jumpers dfsgusted1y, eyeing the ,hote boy scornfulIy In deep concern h, turned to his parent, asking desper ately, What can I dos mother?'' Hi words and pale face struck a nev chord in her heart: She conf1ded t. me on our way home: NO more fo ltel life for my child. I'm going to liv in the country where he can rough ii A hotel is not the place to rear chil dren. He'll beat them lassoing goat
 by this time next year,