The Denver Jewish news., 1919-12-03
A Baby i'm the Workshop.

0Slecp H. 10 AASsS NAo''Shs ail AoSs
and radiant with health.
Watch for an instant. You will see
that blind young fellow working over
there at the end of the shop gently
leave his place and with prudent steps
make his way toward the cradle, feel
along the edges of 1t with cautions
fingers and find and caress. without
yenturing too much to touch it, the
face of his child, face that he will
never see, for his two eyes are empty,
hut which an interior vision repre-
scnts to him as beautiful as that of
cherubim.
And If you will wait little longer
yOu will see the young mother, gaz-
ing with the same love at the father
and the infant, go to the baby, lift 1t
from the cradle and take it aside to
nourish it.
The explanation is simply that she
husband was finishing his apprentice
ship that she could not bear to be
away from him and contemplated with
terror either having to be separated
from him or having to wean the little
one, and that We concluded that this
would be cruel and had the baby
brought here, contrary to the rules of
ell military hospitals, which do not
usually accept conscripts of that age.
And that old, old woman you see
working there, aged by misery, suffer-
ing and sorrow; she Is the mother of
cur joyous friend sans hands, and the
first time she had smiled in many
years was the other day when her
son brought her between his two
stumps shawl he had just finish
ed. She smiled, and then she began
to cry, saying she was very happy.
Each one is working at his machine
"a machine which he Will take away
with him, which he loves already.
which he caresses and keeps in good
order. which he knows and which will
enable him to earn his living.
And there our ideal is realized
The blind man will work in his own
home, master of his time and his la
Dor, as a free man-with the coopera-
ton of his wife. And around him
children will grow, happy. under the |
eyes of their mother ana the endear-
ments of their glorious father and in
crease the number of those of the /
future, of those who will not ex-
perience the horrors thru which we
have passed, because our soldiers have
paid with their eyes the sacrifice that
had to be made in order to strangle
the beast, to kill war.
Let us continue ourwalk. There Is
still wing of the structure we have
not seen.
A Warehouse for Raw Material.
"a large stable from which the
horses are absent. In their stead big
tales wrapped In sacking from WHICH
escape whisps of couch grass, tampico
and piazzava Neatly stacked on
tables against the wall are strange oD-
jects, pieces of wood cut into queer
shapes, pierced with small holes Mt
regular intervals. and above each kind
are labels which set one to thinking
"violins," "Crawfish," "Washerwom-
en-" Casks" etc. From open sacks on
the ground spread other pieces of shap-
ed wood which man is putting to-
gether two by two, adjusting them with
us much precision and care as tho
they were pieces of clockwofk ana
then threading them by series on a
long string.
"At table two workmen are care
fully Weighing couch grass and sew
ing it up in packages to be shipped py
train. Their gestures are accompanied
by cropping almost inperceptibie.
which. to the uninitiated would seem
to indicate excessive care, but which
to us denotes at once the blind man.
"By the door. in little corner
which the large opening onto the sun
lit garden renders more shadowy, is
n small table loaded with tally sheets,
papers of various kinds and delivery
books"
1t is thus that one of our collabora-
tors has described our warehouse Tor
raw materials.
From here are sent every day hun
dreds of kilos of couch grass ana
thousands of pieces of shaped wood Tor
brushes, carefully packed, which go 10
the four corners of France, to humble
dwellings, furnishing to blinded sol
diers returned home after re-educa-
ton the materials they could not pro-
cure themselves, at wholesale prices
and with credit that they could not
obtain elsewhere.
While 1 am on the subject of credit
r .o,,ot ,,s;st ,be pleasure of relating