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We Kill Children with Impure
Milk-”And Starve Them
with No Milk.
That Is Worse Than Being a “Kid” Seethed in His Mother's Milk. I
Lucky Are the Kids Born of Goats.
See the upper picture on this page.
It is intended to call your attention to the fact that in these
blessed days of pure food laws and civilization tens of thousands
of children are still killed every year by bad milk. And other
thousands are killed because they haven’t got ENOUGH milk of
any kind.
When you read the very interesting part of Exodus, telling
how Moses “was there with the Lord forty days and forty nights;
he did neither eat bread, nor drink water,’’ recounting all the
fine promises that the Lord made to Moses and the instructions
that He gave him, you wish that we might have another Moses
and another interview lasting forty days and forty nights, to
issue laws and orders in our day.
That ancient day was a bad day for everybody whose name
ended in “ite,” as we learn in Verse 2; Chapter 34:
“Behold, I drive out before thee the Amorite, and the Ca-
naanite, and the Hittite, and the Perizzite, and the Hivite, and
the Jebusite.’*
Wonderful things, as a favor to Moses, the Lord did to those
whose name ended in “ite.”
We would that He might come back and delight modern
Moses by treating with similar severity the modern American
business man whose money making schemes begin and end with
the poisoning of children and their elders with bad food.
The school children of a few big cities, according to newly
compiled figures, in their morning and noon recess, hand to food
peddlers one hundred and fifty-six millions of pennies—and
what they get in exchange is largely poison.
They get “chocolate’’ which is a kind of earth dug up in
Turkey and flavored with chocolate extract.
They get pickles dipped in acid that would eat a hole in a
piece of cloth.
They get abominable sausages, made of Heaven knows
what; they get “ice cream cones’’ that, according to investiga
tion, and PROOF, are made up of imitation milk and cream as
regards the ice cream, and made up of sawdust and other refuse
as regards the “cone.”
You mustn’t “seethe a kid in his mother’s milk” unless you
want to lose the good opinion of Moses, and of the Lord who
talked to him for forty days and forty nights without stopping.
But in this country you can poison a child with bad milk, or
with chocolate made of dirt, or food made of sawdust, and you
can retire rich and live respected. «
There is no better reading for the thoughtful man interested
in the development of human intelligence, and its striving for
the solution of the infinite, than that thirty fourth chapter of
Exodus.
First, man must bring to the temple, to the Lord’3 house,
the first born of every animal on the farm. For it was written:
“All that openeth the matrix is mine, and every firstling
among thy cattle, whether ox or sheep, that is male.
“But the firstling of an ass thou shalt redeem with a lamb;
and if thou redeem him not, then shalt thou break his neck.”
The first born of an ass, as you will observe, was not to be
taken to the religious gentlemen, but instead of the young ass
a lamb. If the young ass—colt—was not “redeemed,” its neck
must be broken so that the sinful owner should not profit by his
failure to redeem it.
We are sorry to say that long ago there were some wicked
enough to suggest that the religious brethren took a lamb instead
of a young ass because the lamb was good to eat—the ass wasn’t.
And as the brethren did not work, they did not need an ass for
labor.
As to that, we can only say, in the quaint reverent language
of the wise Voltaire:
Quand a nous nous ne questionnons pas, mais adorons. ’ ’
And let us not be too proud of our superiority to the simple-
minded brethren of old who took their firstlings as sacrifices—
substituting a lamb for an inedible ass colt.
Let us remember that tens of thousands of human “kids”
are sacrificed every year to ignorance and dishonesty, and other
hundreds of thousands sacrificed in mills and mines and sweat
shops.
A few of us have achieved comfort, automobiles, millions
and luxury. But for the body of humanity we have not pro
gressed so far beyond the days of Moses, four thousand years
ago, when the wisest of his day wrote down food and health
laws, after talking forty days and nights to the author of all
wisdom.
Women and Ugly Men
What chance has a homely man to win a prize in the baf
fling game of matrimony? A good one—in Berlin—where
Fraulein Derben has just organized “The League Against
Beauty.” The members—all pretty girls, of course—have
pledged themselves to marry only ugly men, on the theory that
handsome mates are unreliable.
The moods of My Lady Fair these days are oftener grave
than gay, but love will continue to be “blind.” The fat, cerise-
whiskered, or baldheaded rival of Apollo Belvedere at last is to
have an even break, a fair start and no favors, but the same old
winners will forge ahead just the same in this new race of
hearts.
Dan Cupid may throw away his goggles and get a telescope,
hut he won’t find a really ugly man in the whole German Empire.
None will admit it, and always for each fraulein will there be
one gallant Teuton of whom she may say:
*•Xaupht is the squire when the king is nigh;
Withdraws the star when dawns the Sun's brave light." ,
Wise provision of Dame Nature, who puts rose-colored
glasses on the noses of suitors and sweethearts. She garbs the
poorest garden flower in the raiment of a queen and hides un
couthness in the new-found joy of home felicity.
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“Thou Shalt Not Seethe a Kid in His Mother’s Milk”
-Exodus, 34:26.
That text, of course, refers to the children of GOATS, not the children of men. Tens of thousands of
our human children would be luckier if they were goa t “kids,” and protected by SOME law. (See editorial).
THE SEASONS’ VAUDEVILLE
Two More Acts and the Bill Is Ended.
(Oopyrtxat, 1913, by Am«rican-Joiirnat-E«iriner.)
The OtherWoman
By WINIFRED BLACK.
A CROSS the footlights Summer leans
And lightly curtsies to the throng.
While Autumn waits behind the scenes
To sing her sad yet tender song.
T HEN bluff old Winter’s bells will chime
To entertain the wondering town
With goodly cheer till Father Time
Shall ring the old year’s curtain down.
m Questions in Science By EDGAR LUCIEN LARKIN.
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—I take it for granted that
the t*rth is an enormous
armature rotating in a
magnetic field. We know that i
heat is produced in a solid arma
ture by eddy currents. Would
not these be developed in the
earth and generate heat, steam
and cause volcanoes?
A—The earth is a huge arma-
ture rotating at high speed in the
sun's magnetic field. Masses of
metal and metallic ores in the
earth actually cut lines of mag
netic force extending from the
sun. and this can not be done
without generating heat and
electricity. Mathematics proves
that the materials in a cut-out
ephere 1.000 miles in diameter, as
the central region of the earth.
are far heavier than any rocks in
the surface layers. The equations
deduced by Newcomb would all
be satisfied if this central globe is
as dense as gold or platinum.
Therefore, beyond any doubt,
huge masses of metal exist in the
earth.
Q s—I can not see why the law
of conservation of energy
should be either waste or
economy.
A.—There is neither waste nor
economy. Energy is as inde
structible as matter. No trace of
waste anywhere, no economy. Na
ture does not use a fraction more
than necessary, nor less. The
two words "waste" and "econo
my" can not apply to the stupen
dous cosmic law, the conservation
of energy.
—Kindly inform me if man
will be able by use of
* electricity to transport
himself to another planet?
A.-—I have published every
where during 36 years that the
mind of man is illimitable. This
related to the present almost in
conceivable mind power in recent
mathematics. Flight to planets
seems to be beyond human pow
er. but then he may "do any
thing.”
Q -—Is the force of attraction
of a heavenly body pro
portioned to its weight,
volume or composition?
A.—To neither. But to mass
or quantity of matter stored in
the body.
T HE man seems to be a scoun
drel, and the two women
who are fighting to save
him from the consequences of his
own acts—what are they?
The wife seems to be either an
angel or a fool, and the ‘‘Other
Woman” seems to be both a fool
and something very, very far in
deed from / an angel. What a
strange case it is! Have you read
it? *
The “White Slave” case out in
San Francisco. The man ran away
with a young girl, brought her to
misery and disgrace—and now the
wife is trying to shield him; though
he testified the other day on the
witness stand that he had brought
the girl to his own home while his
wife was away, and that they had
laughed together over the way
they “were fooling the wife.”
Fooling the wife! Poor fools,
they were fooling themselves, ty
ing a noose very carefully and then
running just as fast as they could,
and putting their silly heads into
it. And when the noose tightened
and tightened, what did they do,
the blind creatures, but stand on
tiptoe and give tbe rope just a lit
tle stronger hold on them—all the
time laughing and winking at each
other to think how they were fool
ing a good woman by strangling
themselves
What a strange attitude we do
take in looking at these affairs.
The wife is the only one in that
case who comes out ahead—as the
wife does in most such cases. Why
not? She is doing nothing wrong
—why shouldn't she be happy?
If her husband is knave enough
to laugh at her he simply shows
what a fatuous fool he is, for
sooner or later, sooner or later, the
laugh will be turned on him and
the "Other Woman.” It always is—
it never fails—and then the wife
comes into her own.
Sometimes when I see an affair
like that going on I am sorry for
the wife—just a little sorry. Just
as I am sorry for a poor, Jittle,
helpless child who is going to the
dentist’s to get a bad tooth out.
“It won’t last, the pain,” I al
ways say to the child. And I al
ways want to say to the woman:
“It won’t last—the tooth is ‘bad.
Get it out and be done with it.”
Some day I meet the wife and
she is serene and calm and cared
for and respected and admired.
She has her solid position in the
world—no one can take that away
from her. She has the respect of
her husband, the admiration of his
friends. “How has she stood him
so long?” they think. She has the
love of her own friends, while the
other woman, the poor, foolish,
silly, short-sighted “Other Woman”
—what in the world is to become
of her? She is not always young,
not always charming, not always
irresistible.
The ancient enemy whets his
inexorable scythe for her the same
as he whets it for the wife. And
when her looks are gone, her fas
cination faded, what Is there left
for the 'Other Woman”?
Nothing, and the least of noth
ing. Home, children, friends, com
fort, the companionship of a man
who knows her to be a good woman
and respects her for that at least—
not for her, not for her—poor,
poor, silly “Other Woman.” What
a price she pays for her silly, lit
tle, short-lived "triumph,”
Parents to Blame for
Dearth of Perfect Babies
Average Couple En
ter Matrimony with
Seriousness Akin to
Going to a Vaude
ville Show—From
the Moment the
Vows Are Spoken,
Husband and Wife
Should Live, Sleep,
Dream of the First
Baby.
By
MRS. G. VERE TYLER,
Daughter-in-law of John Tyler, President of the United States.
T HE reason there are so few the likeness to him, their combined
perfect babies in the world likeness, must hold her spellbound,
so that she can not sleep for the
loss of such visions.
The newly-wed girl or the ex
pectant mother should see nothing
in a shop but baby clothes—the
little wraps, the pink socks, tire
hood, the sleeping garments, Ail
as many as possible of these things
she should make herself. And he
should see her making them! See
her forgetting him in the wonder
they are creating and are to joint-
ly.behold.
Nothing Should Satisfy a
Girl if Bought at Sac
rifice of Baby.
Neither the marvels of a great
city, to which he might take her,
nor fame, nor wealth, nor position,
should be worth the effort to call
the words to the newly-wed girl If
the baby Is left out. Nothing
should satisfy the girl-heart if
bought at the sacrifice of the baby.
And a girl can always tell whether
the man who pursues her is really
her mate. For the man who, with
all his other bestowals, does not
promise the baby and his protec
tion of it, is the wrong man.
Every girl can know the wrong
man by this test. Is he offering
to put me iu a. position where I
can hold my baby in my arms?
If such is the case, and the girl is
putting her thoughts forward for
this precious gift, a perfect baby
will be realized.
I believe that the baby dream is
inherent in every woman. I be
lieve that the thought has filled
the brain at some time or another
of every normal girl born upon
this earth.
I believe that it flits in the mind
of the chorus girl with the foot
lights in her eyes; of the jaded
stenographer, bent upon the path
of independence; of the shop girl
when the purchaser takes from
her hands the infant wardrobe; of
the childless actress, whose life
has been spent In receiving plaud
its of the multitude; of the prlma
donna, loaded with diamonds and
whose slightest word is a force.
A Great Many Things
Tend to Shatter Dreams
of a Baby.
Many things tend to shatter
these dreams. Man’s brutality,
woman’s vanity, poverty, the ne
cessity to labor —a thousand things,
but the fragments are guarded In
every woman’s heart.
Every human being born Into
this world is a materialized
thought, that humanity may see
and learn from. The baby! The
baby! The baby! It’s all In the
THOUGHT. Without thought ex
altation and daily, hourly interest
In its completion, the perfect baby
can not be produced.
iHE reason there are so few
perfect babies in the world
is that nine times out of
ten the baby is an accident and
not a planned and thought out re
sult.
The average person goes into
marriage with about as much se
riousness as he goes to a vaude
ville entertainment. It is the open
door to excitement and pleasure,
oftener than not the baby regarded
as the legitimate price of the per
formance.
In reality marriage, at its best
or worst, is a serious affair, and
this is soon found out. Marriage
is the sentence of nature upon
youth’s frivolities.
It means the breaking of sacred
ties, adjustment to new conditions.
To the normal young girl it is
hound to be a rude shock. Sepa
rate the newly wedded girl from
the idea of the baby, and it strikes
you with terror. The baby is the
beneficent provision of nature to
mitigate its ruthlessness. And
yet, as a rule, the baby is the
smallest consideration.
The dress, the house, the bridal
presents, the honeymoon trip, all
take precedence, while the one ab
sorbing thought, in and around,
about and above all these things
should he the baby.
Concentrated Thought Is
the Greatest Aid to
Perfect Baby.
That thought alone transcends
adjustments, practicalities and in
nocence annihilated. Whether it
be palace or hovel, one idea should
glorify it for the newly wedded
pair—the baby.
How can one secure a perfect
baby?
There is but one way Air,
food, nursing, etc., are all sec
ondary. It is THOUGHT! From
the moment her mate is selected
the girl should think baby. From
the moment the marriage vows are
spoken both the young husband
and the young wife should talk,
live, eat, sleep and dream baby.
And their dreams should be of
the most beautiful, the most won
derful baby the world has yet seen.
The yonng husband should picture
the contemplated baby to the
young wife a thousand times in a
thousand new ways, thus enchant
ing her imagination.
Every time he folds her in his
arms he should breathe the thought
in her ears; every time she looks
upon him she should think of him
as concerned In this wonder. He
it is who will present her with this
marvelous gift out of the invisible!
The thought of its eyes, its lit
tle hands, its tiny feet with perfect
little toes, the crease around the
fat wrist, the little pink back, the
silky hair on a little strange head,
St. Quentin
By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY.
T HE crowning victory of the
Spaniards and English over
the French at St. Quentin,
three hundred and fifty-six years
ago, led to the erection of th^
“eighth wonder” of the world—
the celebrated Escurial, the palace
and the tomb of the sovereigns of
Spain.
St. Quentin was fought on the
day of St. Lawrence, and Philip
the % Second vowed, just as the
battle began, that if successful,
he would rear a befitting memo
rial of the victory. He kept his
word, and in 1563 began the con
struction of the mighty pile which
was to remain for ages a perfect
rescript of his gloomy and mis
erable mind.
The Escurial stands 27 miles
to the northwest of Madrid, in the
midst of a region sterile and des
olate. swept by the blighting
blasts of the Sierras.
The building of the Escurial
took up the better part of 24
years, and cost $50,000,000. The
pile comprises, besides the pal
ace, a monastery, library, museum,
church and mausoleum for the
tombs of the Spanish kings.
It is built In the form of a grhL-
iron, and we are informed that
the total length of alt its rooms
and apartments aggregates lit
miles.
Ite shape originated from the
tradition that St. Lawrence, In
whose honor it was erected, had
met his martyrdom upon a huge
gridiron, whereupon he was roast*-
ed to death. The idea was
naturally popular jvith Philip the
Second, he himself being the
greatest roaster of good men of
whom we have any knowledge.
The Escurial, during the three
centuries and a half of Us ex
istence, has had many mishaps.
In 1671 a great fire raged within
it for fifteen days, and only the
church, a part of the palace, and
a couple of towers remained un
injured. In 1808 Napoleon’s sol
diers played havoc with it. In the
year 1872 it was struck by light
ning.