The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1918-01-25

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WHOLESALE BABY CARE

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We have been around to some
of the orphan asylums today, lit
tie book, and oh, how l wanted to
take all those blessed smotherless
babies in my arms and carry them
home with me. there to give them
individual care and comfort. Per-
haps babies are better cared for
Wholesale in scientific and SAM
tary manner, but l don't know.
believe Charlotte Perkins Gill
man has decided that is the best
way to mother children, and that
after experimentation and obser-
walton. This may be Mrs. Gill
mans opinion, but 1t is not mine.
Not having eyes, my little con-
fidant, you have never seen the
look on a mothers face as she
clasps her baby in her arms. 1t
is the most beautiful. all-pervad-
Ing illustration of unsellish love
that | have ever observed.
Not having ears, little book,
you have never heard that indie
scribable inarticulate expression
of pure enjoyment and content
that baby gives when its little
moist mouth touches its mothers
breast. To me that is the hottest
picture in all this world.
Donna had determined that she
would adopt girl IL she could
find one that pleased her. To
hear her talk you would think
that she intended to take a new
born angel who had strayed to
this mundane sphere by mistake.
1T must have brown eyes like
yours, Margie," she said.
And red hair like mine, too"
suggested smilingly. for | knew
that Donna detested red hair.
"Oh, no, my dear, no." she in
terrupted quickly. II don't want
her to have red hair. Proud as
you are of yours, Margie, / have
always considered it your greatest
| defect"
And pray what are my others,
dear kind and sincere friend?" l
asked in mock annoyance.
Il won't stop to go into the
subject today" was Donna's
laughing answer, because l don't
want you to be too unhappy about
your appearance"
Just then we arrived at the
orphanage. We told our errand
TO the good sister in charge and
were ushered into a big room
where there were big babies and
little babies, laughing babies and
cross babies, pretty babies and
ugly babies, robust babies and
trail babies, but alas all of them
were motherless babies, little
DOCK, and oh, how l did yearn to
do something for them.
Poor little things-all of them.
either from the necessity or the
disgrace of their parents-would
have to face the world alone I'M
less some good woman took them
and held them to heart and soul.
The good sister brought to
Donna's attention a baby that al
most answered the description
that she had given me of the
child she would adopt. Great
brown eyes and soft curls of gold,
dimples like Donna's own and a
darling mouth that was curled
into. baby smile.
| Donna held the child in her
arms for long time and her lips
rested on the downy head. Sud
denly from across the room came
a little grooming voice and both
Donna and I turned to look in the
direction of the sound. There,
on the other side of the room,
sat a baby in a go-cart. He was
an ugly baby. a boy, with car
rotty hair and a wide mouth. He
had small but twinkling gray
eyes which were fringed with
long, curling eyelashes that were
the only beauty about his whole
face.
Again Donna kissed the dear
golden curls that covered the
head of the baby in her arms,
but her eyes travelled across the
room to the grooming baby in the
cart.