The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-08-03

Sb man in blue, testify, shall ever
 be forced to drink milk. l never liked milk and I never could drink it. It always made me feel i'll. I remember how 1 used to scream and kick when my nurse tried to make me drink it out of little silver cup. I hated it."
 Wide-eyed with interest, little Laura Hope, her callers child, came closer. aDid you scream and kick?" she asked admiringly.
 Her mother reached for her hastily and sent her out to the sundial to see where the shadow was.
 But I want to hear" said Laura daringly. The mere thought of her mothers friend screaming and kick ing fascinated her.
 After she went home Laura Gas her mother had anticipated), announced that she did not want milk. Her mother had always had to coax Laura to drink milk. With the aid of little red glass cups, and flOwery ones, and various bribes such as promises of good con- duct ring if she drank enough milk to keep her strong and well, she had been reasonably successful in overcoming the childs prejudice to milk.
 And now, in one afternoon, a stray remark by a thoughtless woman had sent the good work spinning into space. Laura's mind was pre-Occupied with the thought of the young woman who said she hated milk and had screamed and kicked rather than swallow it.
 Usually childish likes and dislikes concerning food can be tactfully over come. Milk and cream, cream particu- larly, are invaluable to childhood be- cause of their nourishing properties. In illness milk. is often the means of saving a life when no other food can be taken. Children should be en- couraged to like milk, not discouraged.
 There was once a woman who hated dishwashing. She never missed an op- portunity to talk about it. Life was too short, she said, to spend in revolt ing detail. Housework was a menace. Meals were a pest. Dishes were un- speakable.
 Her house shone more or less on the surface, but it had dingy corners. She had way of whisking the dust under the davenport and burning incense when she expected guests. Her house was never well aired nor well scrubbed.
 Her two children were delicate scraps of humanity who picked at their food, and had frequent colds and attacks of bronchitis. They were wan and un- dernourished, irritable and misunder- stood.
 One summer they both had typhoid and it was after the house had been turned into a temporary hospital-at no small expense-that the woman tear fully told the nurse how intensely shC hated, loathed and despised dishwash ing.
 The nurse had just burned the grey greasy ras she found in the sink, hold ing it between thumb and finger anC shuddering at the sight of it. While she herself, being an average woman would never have written a sonnet tC dishwashing, she knew it could be madt fairly pleasant.
 If dishes are properly scraped anC piled before the washing begins tho task loses much of it's unpleasantness The ideal way to wash dishes is witt two dishpans, one full of hot soapy water, the other full of clear hot wa ter. A dish mop is easier on onei hands than a dishclOth. Dishclothe should be scrupuously clean, washed boiled and dried in the sun with thu tea towels.
 It is when dishes are plunged int tepid water, unscraped, until the dish water looks like soup, that the tasl becomes revolting. There is certain qualification in washing dishes prop erly. In seeing them shine and glean when dry.
 And it should not be forgotten tha often ill-health in a household may bt traced to badly washed dishes.
 One sterilizes babys bottles. Why not be equally careful that the dishes from which little children ca are thor oughly washed and dri,d with clear toWelS?