Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1922-11-10
TRADE The KIDS"
uow New Yorker Would Eradi-
cate Sin from Youngsters.
,r.r, Idea Came to Him as Result
Of Interview With Mothers Of
Future Citizens.

The New York apartment mouse Is
ovcallent laboratory in which to
s,n5y life and evolve profound theo-
"u observes a New York Sun writer.
instance. there was the resident
oome down to his office one day
WV week and announced he had dis
iDs orod sure and simple scheme for
.vtracting sinfulness from young
1ndron He said that he had STUN
Lad upon his epochal idea one eve
zinc while going through the apart
ut with a petition to have the dumb
walter repaired.
riyo ONT of seven families in his
ortment contain children. 1t was
.iont o'clock as he made his round,
,bot time Of the day when mothers,
.hoir morale weakening, contemplate
,be bedamite carrying on of their
roung ones and allow their minds to
Sueu morbldly on such subjects as
bysteria. alteration and fever of the
brain.
srstaoor apartment and signed the
netition: but it was probable she did
rot know what she was signing, for
three small boys were playing steam
caIliope In the hall behind her and
conversation was virtually impossible.
When she tried to read the paper for
herself she could not concentrate.
After staggering through a line or
two she gave up, putting her hand to
her brain and crying "DOn't blame
this hullabaloo on my children Blame
Il on that awful Smith boy the red
headed one he always puts EN- up
10 something like this If he was
mine I'd educate him with bed slat.'
The man went up a floor Mrs.
Smith signed his paper, too. But she
had hard time doing It, because two
little girls in the room were yanking
each others hair out and she was try
Ing to call an armistice with her left
hand while she wrote with her right.
Done writing, she turned and pried
the two enemies apart took one Of
them to the elevator rang the bell and
told her to 90 right home and stay
home
THAT little Jones girl" she grated,
coming back, as going to grow up a
female anarchist and get deported to
Russia. If she was my child I'd get
barrel staye and-and try to stave it
off,"
On the third floor Mrs Ferguson
said: "Of course. I'll sign it, Have
you" Then a riot burst out behind
her. She whirled around. Three young
ladies' were playing dolls. But they
were not using dolls. they were using
cat! And the eat had got to the
end Of her rope. She had endured
having a Sunbunnet on her head and
shoes laced on her feet and corset
bound round her abdomen, but when
her three parents had decided that
She was sick and put her to bed and
begun to pour castor oil through
funnel into her throat she had quit
she had risen up and used her claws
and teeth in self-defense.
Mrs. Ferguson shouted dramatically
at one of these young ladies. Jas
mine Foster If | were your mother,
Id-Pd-leave this apartment before
! lose control Of myself
The man went up one more floor
and came to the Foster place. But
before he could ring the bell, the door
burst open and a little boy catapulted
out into the hall as If he had been
shot out with a cannon.
DO you know what that-that Fer
guson demon was doing?" raved Mrs.
roster, with her first words. He was
playing shoot the chutes down the lid
my grand piano.
Then the agonized woman walled,
"Oh, II could only get the chance to
mother that-that BLACKBOARD for Just
one day just one solitary, little,
"ehty-four-hour dayw
And then the man went downstairs.
VoiVlhg his great idea-congress
should pass a law compelling every
mother to trade children with another
mother one day in every week.