- - a TRY IT ON THE BABY 1J Tr? Well, well, Dr. Harvey Wiley, our old pure foqd friend, is fathet of a 152-ounce boy, and .Harvey hs got it all Figured out how that boy will be raised. s "Our child," bubbles the doctor, "is to be a pure food baby literally. He will not be weaned until he is 15 or 18 months old. He will not be given fruit until after he. is three" years old. His clothes will be very few and very simple. One of the. earliest les sons will be on thrift and he will not be allowed to. spend his pen mes. Oh, Doctor, Doctor, how familiar this sounds! Papa always Starts out by resolving that sonny shall have naught but pure food, and every sonny manages to consume his portion of mud pies. Often, often, we heard announcements that baby wouldn't be wean ed Until 15 to 18 months old, but something has usually vetoed that. And just think of no fruit until three years old! No orange, no banana, no taste of preserves, no nibble of tapple. Why, "Doc, we'll bet a No. 8 nursing bottle, that you'll be begging for "just a little bite" of fruit for that "Blessed John Harvey Wiley before he's two years old. Very few and simple clothes, -too. Oh, man, man, wait till you see the many and elaborate duds it will take to "properly clothe" that youngster! t . t But the lesson on thrift is all sound policy a yard wide, doctor. Make him save his pennies. Get him one of those cute little banks that no one save papa- can open. ' It will come in so pat when there isn't exact change in ;the house to' pay the milkman or the laundry lady. . j There "is positively no trait that should be more early rooted in children than that of putting' their pennies in a bank that they cannot open. We have known parents to foolishly neglect this, to their great sorrow. , v But seriously, doctor, isn't your angelic theory of raising a kid a good deal of a hoax? How were you started off? You have a fine mind, a courageous heart, and a great big, honest, wholesome body. You can take and give hard knocks. Life, according to the t doctors., is pretty much a struggle for immunity from germs of one , -sort or another and the ;winder is that so many prove fit to live. Would you be what you are today, Papa Wiley, had you been t cradled under gauze, been pasteurized and sterilized and formalde- hyded to the limit, and filled by rule and rote? Blessed is the lot of the man who can look upon his new son, raise his right hand and swear just how he is going to feed, clothe