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GRAY WILL SUCCEED
HIMSELF ON GEORGIA
RAILROAD COMMISSION
SAVANNAH MAN WILL BE WIN
NER IN NEXT WEEK’S
। ELECTION.
SKETCH OF GRAY’S LIFE
Mr. Gray, Being an Expert Transpor
tation Man, is of Great Assistance
to His Colleagues on the
Railroad Commission.
JOSEPH F. GRAY, of Savnnah, JOSEPH F. GRAY
candidate to suceed himself as Rail- Can d i( ] ate f or Railroad Com
road Commissioner of Georgia,
is a native Georgian, born in missioner
Atlanta. He started his career in the railroad business in 1888, and up
to 1909 served various railroad lines, ait in Georgia, with signal ability
and success, and with rapid promotion from clerical to executive posi
tions. In 1909 at the invitation of the business men of Savannah, who
desired a high-ciass man, with recognized executive ability, to take the
helm of its Chamber of Commerce, Mr. Gray gave up
his railroad career for public life. The position which
he occupies in Savannah is the highest evidence of his standing
in his own community as to character and citizenship. In the sum
mer of 1909 a vacancy occurred on the railroad commission. The Gov
ernor in looking over the State for a man thoroughly qualified to fill the
vacancy tendered the office to Mr. Gray. Mr. Gray, therefore, is
not a professional office seeker. In his case the office sought the man
and not the man the office. In the primary of 1910 Mr. Gray was elect
ed by the people to fill the unexpired term which up to that time he
had been filling under appointment. Mr. Gray now seeks a full term at
the hands of the people. Naturally, as a matter of personal pride, Mr.
Gray asks for an endorsement by the people of his record during the
past three years, to which he points with pride. It is conceded without
cavil or question throughout the State that Mr. Gray is one of the
ablest men on the Commission. His long transportation experience
gives him an insight into the practical side of the problems that con
front the Commission. As a transportation expert Mr. Gray has been of
tremendous help to his colleagues cn the Commission, who have time
and again expressed their recognition and appreciation of his assist,
ance In the solution of problems requiring practical transportation knowl
edge. Not a single, solitary one of Mr. Gray’s opponents has his ex
pert transportation knowledge, and he is the equal of any of them,
in ali of the qualities that make for high character and exalted citizen
ship. The railroad commission represents the State at large and not
any particular section thereof, and Mr Gray’s past record on the Com
mission is in entire accord with this principle. It is fitting, however,
that in the selection of Railroad Commissioners a proper regard should
be had for geographical considerations. South Georgia, because of her
rapidly increasing commercial importance, and Savannah, Georgia’s ocean
gateway, the greatest seaport on the South Atlantic —are certainly en
titled under every principle of political equity, to representation on the
Railroad Commission. Mr. Gray enjoys the unique distinction of being i
the first Savannahian to serve on the Railroad Commission during its
entire existence of thirty-three years. Ignoring the efforts of his oppon
ents to raise purely political or "vote-catching" issues in this campaign,
Mr. Gray recognizes but one issue “fitness fdr the job,” and on that issue
Wr. Gray has all his opponents “skinned a mile.” In seeking re-elec
tion at the hands of the people, Mr. Gray announces a very brief and sig
nificant platform:
Fitness, the Oath of Office and Record on the Commission during the
। Past Three Years.’'
/> Why Only Eleven Jurors Determined a Suit.
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BIRMINGHAM, Ala.—Eleven jurors
sat and determined a damage suit
the other day in the third division of
the city court, notwithstanding the
fact that in accordance with the cus
tom of time immemorial, 12 men good
and true had been selected.
The jury of 12 was selected and em
paneled. Previous to going into the
case Judge Walker declared a recess
of five minutes to give the attorneys
an opportunity to prepare certain pa
pers. As the judge stepped from the
rostrum he was approached by a
youthful looking juror, with a decided
ly troubled look on his countenance,
who asked to be excused from serving
on the jury just selected.
“What is the matter,” querjed his
honor; are you sick?”
Comedy of Errors in Mix-Up of Baby and Dog
CHICAGO— This story has to deal
with a baby, a dog, and their re
spective and loving owners, a Clark-
Devon street car, and a typical return
ing-home-from-work crowd. It hap
pened on the north side, between Mad
ison street and Belmont avenue.
The woman with the dog was a
good natured, friendly sort, even if
she had taken advantage of the con
ductor by smuggling her four footed
friend aboard under the guise of a
package under one of the folds of her
dress.
Shortly afterward a tired looking
mother carrying an armful of baby
passed up her nickel to the conductor
and got the right to stand In the car.
This situation continued until the
owner of the pup developed a streak
of sympathy and offered to hold the
baby for the tired woman, but let the
mother continue to stand.
Along about Wrightwood avenue the
woman owning the dog happened to
look out and see that she was passing
her stopping place. She jumped to
her feet, still holding the other wom
an’s baby, nearly overturned half a
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“Well, not exactly, judge, but I will
be if I have to serve on that jury.”
“What objection have you to "be ,
jury?”
“Judge, it’s like this, I have a most
important engagement tomorrow
morning and in the event that the jury
got tied up in the case about to be
tried I would be in an awful fix.”
“What kind of an engagement?”
The young fellow blushed like a
school girl and said:
“I am to be married in the morn
ing.”
Judge Walker gave a sympathetic
smile, and calling the opposing coun
sel stated the young man’s predica
ment and plea. The learned attorney
promptly decided in favor of Cupid
and agreed to dispense with the serv
ices of the near-benedlct and to try
the case with the remaining 11 jurors.
The cloud lifted from the young
man’s brow, he thanked the gentlemen
for their kindness and consideration,
and after receiving the congratulations
of the court, the attorneys and his fel
low jurors, he left the courtroom with
a happy smile on his now beaming
countenance.
BUZZER ( 7 ABA
dozen persons on her way to the door,
and jumped off, leaving her dog be
hind.
The mother of the baby did not miss
the little one or notice the departure
of the friendly woman until the car
had gone another two blocks. Then
she let out a whoop that startled the
most blase “pay-as-you-enters” and
dropped to the street In the excite
ment she had picked up the dog.
Meanwhile the woman with the ba
by had gone into a drug store to find
some means of calling UP the car
barns to locate the car, restore the
baby to its mother, and secure her
dog. This comedy of errors continued
1 for more than an hour before there
came a happy reunion of baby and
mother and the dog and owner.
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CHICAGO. —“Baby farming” has :
extended as a profitable busi
ness in Chicago.
The profits accrue from :
starved bodies, neglected and ill-treat
ed children, homeless and dependent
upon the “farmer” with whom they
are "boarded" at from three to seven :
dollars per week.
Most of the “farms” are situated in ■
districts where tumbling buildings are'
decaying in filth and neglect. The
babies are helpless and have no right
of selections; they must suffer In si- ;
lence and often die from disease and ;
neglect.
The first baby farm visited by a re- ’
porter for the Sunday Tribune was ;
kept by a middle-aged woman try
ing to care for eight or ten small chil- :
dren in cramped quarters and under
poor conditions. Undoubtedly this
woman meant well enough. But she ,
needed the money. She simply could
not devote enough time to each child
to give its little life a fighting chance. ,
A “baby farm” does not mean a .
place where the grass Is green and ;
there are plenty of trees and cows,
but a dingy flat in the “yards” or a .
four-room cottage on a corner where .
five car lines meet. There is nothing
comfortable about a “baby farm” but :
the income of the woman, who often :
appears corpulent and luxurious in ,
contrast to the emaciated infants in
her charge. Here the babies are all
teeth, long hair, and legs, they are ,
so thin. They look like cadaverous
birds, opening their mouths continu- (
ously for nourishment which they do .
not get.
Inspection Fear of Keepers.
When a Tribune reporter went un
bidden to one "baby farm” in the
suburbs, the woman in charge turned
pale and her lips trembled. She al
most dropped a bottle of soothing
sirup she was carrying and gained
control of herself only when told
that the reporter had a baby to
board.
“O,” she said, taking a long breath.
"I thought wou were from the board
of health. They are inspectin’ the
babies somethin’ fierce. Don’t allow
more than four children to a house,
they are gettin’ so strict.”
Wails from several distressed voices
floated down from the attic as she
spoke, and there were five children
In the room. It was one of those
problems of two times two are five,
which essayists used to write about
in school on composition week.
Mental calculation was interrupted
by the door bell. A pale mother, al
most lost under a sailor hat, and in a
cheap long coat, stood on the little
stoop before the door. She wished
to board her ten-days’-old baby, as
she had to go to work in a restaurant
the next day. • A whispered conference
followed In the doorway. The frail
mother crossed the woman's palm
with three pieces of silver before she
hurried off to fetch her baby.
Infants the Choice Boarders.
“How old is your baby?” was asked.
“A year old,” I stammered, not
knowing whether to make any fic
titious child real young or not. Then
I realized my mistake.
“I like Infants best. Infants sleep
most of the time and don’t bother me,”
she said, shaking the bottle of cor
dial significantly. j
"What do you charge?” I asked.
She picked up a weak child from
a dirty gray blanket en the bare floor
and said: “I get five dollars a week
for boardin’ this one. She’s gettin’ ;
her teeth and looks puny, but she's
strong."
“I’ll pay you five dollars a week, but
I must look over the place to see just i
where the baby will sleep and what 1
attention you can give it.” I
The woman slanted her shrewd ;
eyes and demurred, haggling for a
bargain.
“I hain’t got much room. I have ।
four children of my own, and there
are my two boarders, my husband, 1
and myself. My father lives with me,
too. I can’t take no more babies in
the attic, but I’ll put your baby in the
parlor for seven dollars a week.”
I was afraid of the cats in the front
room.
Cats the Lesser Danger.
“Nothin’ is going to hurt your baby '
sleepin’ down here,” she insisted a
little coldly, lifting her voice above ,
the wails of the infants in the attic.
“I’ve boarded children goin’ on six
years, and nothin’ has ever happened
to one of them.”
I insisted upon placing my child in
the attic. Then she reluctantly led
the way through the kitchen, where
I discovered more children. A two
year old boarder in a dirty dress
rocked herself wearily near the range.
Two other waifs stood on chairs,
hacking at a loaf of bread lying on
the mussy oilcloth on the kitchen
table. A bare back yard decorated .
with scraps of old iron and many tin
cans could be seen its whole length
to the high, unpainted board fence,
through the open doorway. This is
where the children play.
I stumbled up the attic stairs be
hind the woman, who became wedged <
in the narrow passageway now and
then and stopped to catch her breath. -
At last we reached the top. It was
only a half room up there. I could
stand up straight only when I gained
the middle of the room. On a bed in
a dark corner lay eight babies, half
undressed, and 'crying and squirming
in uncleanliness. Empty milk bottles
and dirty clothes were scattered over
the floor. The one window in the at
tic was closed securely by a nail. I
hurried down.
All for the Greed of Money!
Eight babies in the attic, eight below,
four children of her own, two board
ers, an aged father, her husband, and
herself to care for, all living in four
rooms and an attic, this is what the
greed for money had led one woman
to. Besides, she washed and Ironed
and did all her housework while car
ing for the boarding babies.
A bleak wall on an unpaved street
was the exterior of a certain “baby
farm” in a third floor flat down in the
“yards.” Pushing the button above
the speaking tube in the middle of the
wall. I listened.
"Who’s there?” came down through !
the mouthpiece.
“I wish to come up.”
“Take the back stairs," came the
answer.
Following the broken board walk, I
squeezed between two walls and
climbed the rickety back stairs. The
surprised German maid announced
that her mistress was not at home
when I pushed through the screen
door. I felt relieved that it wasn’t
necessary to have the responsibility
of a six weeks’ old baby on my hands
to board. (I changed the age of the
child from one year to six weeks on
the way down on the street car.) All
I had to do at the second “baby farm”
was to look around.
Room In General Disarray.
On the floor In the kitchen lay four
babies kicking first one pink sock in
the air and then a white one. I no
ticed that the stockings of most of the
babies were not mates. On the kitch
en table stood three clothes baskets,
and in each was an infant wailing
piteously. In the corners, On chairs,
beside the kitchen range, hanging like
cocoons everywhere were baskets
with babies sleeping on pillows turned
brown from uncleanliness.
There were nine in the kitchen
alone. In the next room were more
frail babies, howling from their go
carts, cribs, and baskets. And in
the front room more babies cried. An
Infant covered by a mosquito bar lay
apart. She had sore eyes.
Milk Not Even Boiled.
A seventeen-year-old mother stood
leaning over a sleeping baby in the
parlor. “He’s mine. His name Is
Fred,” she whispered. “Doesn’t he
look bad? They almost killed him
after I left him here six weeks. He
was so neglected that he had spasms.
I had to give up my work in the fac
tory and watch him for three weeks.
He’s still thin. The doctor said he
was starving by inches.
“One time when I came to visit him
I found him drinking raw milk that
had not been boiled. Another time
when I came unexpectedly to see my
baby I found a strange baby wearing
my baby’s clothes.
“The superintendent of the ‘baby
farm’ is cruel to the older children.
She’s too strict, doesn't allow them to
play in the yard, and makes them sit
in a chair all day when she is around.
She sends them off to school without
breakfast, and they have only bread
and molasses for lunch. One morning
I had a spare hour before I had to be
at the factory. I ran down to see my
baby. I did not see the older children
eating breakfast. I asked Mary, the
oldest child, if she had had her break
fast. She answered that none of the
children had.
“As a punishment, the superintend
ent of the ’baby farm’ makes the
children stand in a corner for hours
when they are naughty. She has a
dark closet for the mischievous ones.
She pours castor oil and other lubri
cants down the throats of youngsters
who tell falsehoods or washes their
mouths out with strong soap to keep
them from telling ‘stories.’ They
must play in a subdued w’ay in the
kitchen, if they play at all.”
Little Incentive to Laughter.
I glanced at the three little girls
and the one little boy sitting around
the kitchen table stacking a deck of
greasy playing cards. They looked
as if they never smiled.
The maid fished a bottle of milk
from the tin boiler, full of hot water,
on the kitchen range. She carried it
into the second room. A loud scream
of pain came from the second room.
The seventeen-year-old mother and I
ran to the rescue of the infant in dis
tress. The mother reached the child
first. She cooled the hot bottle of
milk under a faucet in the kitchen.
“How they attend to babies, giving
them boiling milk.” snapped the moth
er, trying to relieve the burned child's
pain, while the maid mumbled: “I
know how th| milk should be. It’s
not too hot.”
It is usually one long, hard struggle
with neglect and continuous discom
fort for the children. Two Infants
were killed from underfeeding at one
“farm,” the records show; one child
is whipped with a rawhide by an at
tendant, the mother claimed; a baby’s
fingers were burned; an infant was
scalded on the side when the mother
called for a visit. Anyhow, the six
teen infants in this “baby farm” in
the third floor flat down in the “yards”
looked like plants kept away from
the sun.
Many Reasons for Seclusion.
The children are kept housed for
many reasons; because the neighbors
do not like to have so many children
around, and give the superintendent
of a “baby farm” trouble in finding a
flat, because there is danger from
contagious disease when infants are
taken abroad, or because the woman
“farmer” is too proud to let it be
known that she boards babies for a
living.
One proprietor of a “baby farm” has
four grown daughters who are devo
tees of fashion. These daughters ob
ject to the “baby farm” and the in
fants. although they have no com
punctions against spending the in
come from this source. One daugh
ter attends normal school from money
earned by her mother in the “baby
farm,” yet daughter will do nothing
for the babies when at home. She
dislikes to have them around. —Chi-
cago Tribune.
As to the Saving Habit.
Archie Levy at recent banquet given
to mining engineers at Chicago told
the following story:
“Habit is simple thing, easy to ac
quire, but hard to" break. The best
definition of it I ever heard was ap
plied to the term habit of saving, and
was told by the writer Ik Marvel. One
day he was reading in his study, and
his companion was his young nephew.
The boy was reading a book and sud
denly he came upon the word, which
he did not understand, when he turned
to his uncle and said, ‘And what's
habit?’
“His uncle said, ‘lt depends what
kind of habit you mean.’
“ ‘Habit of saving,’ the boy explained.
“ ‘That’s simple enough,’ the uncle
remarked. ‘lt is a mania foolish men
have or acquire. They deprive them
selves of the things they want now for
the things they may want in 30 years
from now.’ ”
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WERE NOT AT ALL DIVERTING
Serious-Minded Quaker Saw Nothing
to Smile at in the Lighter Poems
of Whittier.
The late Gertrude Whittier Cart
land, cousin of Whittier, the Quaker
poet, presented an ideal picture of
the saintly aged Quakeress. Her
sweet, serene face, framed in its tight
little bonnet, seemed to shine with
clear, spiritual radiance; to hear her
recite, in a voice of tranquil music,
the hymns and graver poems of her
famous relative was always delight
ful.
But she did not have her cousin’s
lively sense of humor; and it was
hard to tell whether this lack lessen
ed or increased the effect, when in
exactly the same grave, even tones,
she occasionally read aloud some of
the verse that he wrote, not for pub
lication. but for the pleasure of his
ultimate circle. That was always
light, frequently gay, sometimes fair
ly rollicking.
Her admiration for the writer made
her try very hard to appreciate his
fun; and she thought she did so; yet
mirth seemed always an alien to her
tongue as a red rosette pinned upon
her dove-gray shoulder-shawl . would
have been to her costume. This in
congruity was felt, doubtless, by an
other Friend, of even more serious
' mind than she, who once said to her
reprovingly:
“The verses are harmless, and I
perceive they are intended to be
diverting; but they do not divert me,
Gertrude, and I do not think they
really divert thee. Be honest with
thyself; if thee read them and did not
know’ thy cousin Greenleaf wrote
them, would thee not consider them
extremely silly? Thee knows I mean
’ no affront, and greatly admire thy
cousin Greenleaf. Surely he is a
' great poet; but a great poet may some
times write such silly stuff. And sure
ly this time thy cousin has done it.
Reflect and thee will agree with me.”
She reflected—on the necessity of
care in selecting an audience for a
joke.—Youth’s Companion.
America’s Athletic Missionaries.
Writing under this title in Harper’s
Weekly, Edward Bayard Moss de
scribes our athletic triumph at Stock
holm in the Olympic games. “Some
plea of the caliber of the althletes and
. the competition can be gained from
the fact that thirteen new Olympic
and nine world’s records were estab
lished during the games. The victory
of Arnold Jackson of Oxford in the
1,500-meter run was the only feature
that redeemed England’s poor dis-
, Play.”
i HOW MANY OF US
Fail to Select Food Nature Demand*
to Ward Off Ailments?
A Ky. lady, speaking about food,
! says: “I was accustomed to eating
all kinds of ordinary food uhtil, for
1 some reason, indigestion and nervous
■ prostration set in.
"After I had run down seriously
1 my attention was called to the neces
’ sity of some change in my diet, and
' I discontinued my ordinary breakfast
’ and began using Grape-Nuts with a
’ good quantity of rich cream.
“In a few days my condition
’ changed in a remarkable way, and I
began to have a strength that I had
never been possessed of before, a
’ vigor of body and a poise of mind that
’ amazdd me. It was entirely new in
' my experience.
“My former attacks of indigestion
had been accompanied by heat flashes,
and many times my condition was dis
i tressing with 'blind spells of dizziness,
I rush of blood to the head and neural
gic pains in the chest.
“Since using Grape-Nuts alone for
. breakfast I have been free from these
■ troubles, except at times when I have
I indulged in rich, greasy foods in quan
> tlty, then I would be warned by a
I pain under the left shoulder blade, and
unless I heeded the warning the old
■ trouble would come back, but when I
i finally got to know where these trou
l hies originated I returned to my Grape
i Nuts and cream and the pain and dis
turbance left very quickly.
“I am now in prime health as a
result of my use of Grape-Nuts.” Name
. given by Postum Co., Battle Creek,
> Mich.
i “There’s a reason,” and it is ex
• plained in the little book, “The Road
■ to Wellvllle,” in pkgs.
I Ever read the above letter? A new
one appears from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and fall of human
interest.
