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If THIS HAPPENS IN ALL AMERICAN CITIES
Not many cities are richer than Philadelphia. But a' recent occurrence
h Philadelphia might have happened in almost any American city.
A -woman, 75 .years old, had been on the street, begging. Suddenly
jhe staggered and fell.
A crowd gathered. A. crowd bf .folks not heartless, not meaning to be
cruel. Just curious. A crowcL that thought the old woman -was drunk,
A, patrol wagon icame and took the old woman to a a iospital. In
an hour she was dead. "Starvation,"' the doctors said.
Of course, there was an investigation. It didn't come soon enough
to save a starved life. But fl; brought out these facts:
On a lickety bed in a. flamp cellar an 80-year-old ,man lay, crippled
with rheumatism her Tiusband.
"While she could, the old woman had worked to support the sweetheart
of her youth. But, feeble as she had become, work had been ihard to find.
That morning there had beennoood and no money.. And when the. -
cripple had moaned: "Mother, I'm hungry," poor old Elizabeth Webb fort '
the first time realized that she would have to swallow pride and go in 2
search of alms. ,-: 3
If you had been permtited under the privilege of favoring laws to ac- y
cumulate wealth far beyond your personal needs woujd you object to a .
plan of social legislation which would not leave the Elizabeth Webbs of
your neighborhood to starve when the nightfall of life had found them '
helpless? - .,
f The crowd that gathered when this Old woman fell probably hadn't ry
thought of old-age pensions.
DRESSING THE BABY
"Elijah, dear,' will you dress Willie
this morning? I'm in such a- hurry,
and it won't take- you but a minute
Certainly," replied Mr. Bixhyi a worm. Now, If you don't keep still,
cheerfully. "I'd just as soon dress
the little chap as not. Here, my little
man, come- and let papa, dress you.
I'll have you as neat as a pin in a
Willie, aged four, comes reluctant
ly from his playthings, and Bixby be
gins: "Now, let's off with your nighty
gown and keep still, dear, or I can't
unbutton it. There, now, we'll sit
still, child. What makes you squirm
around hke an eel? Where's your lit
tle shirty? Ah, here it is and sit
still! Put up your arm no, the
other one, and can't you keep still
half 'a second? Put up your other
arm and stop hauling and pulling so.
No, let's come here, boy. What do
you mean by racing off like that with
nothing on but your shirt? Now you
come here and let me put the rest
of your clothes on. -Stand still, I say.
Put your leg in here. Not that leg.
There you gor squirming around like
young man, I'll stop pulling at that "
chain, and here, Mary Ellen, you 11
have to dress this wriggling animal
yourself. I couldn't do it in ten years.
Go to your mother, sir!" ' -
Don't "nag" your nerves. The man' '
or woman -who wears shoes too tight
for the feet "nags" the f oot jjeryes.' ' "
Tight clothing of all sorts hBBSe
same tendency to "nag" the nfcxgj3. j
A "nagged" nerve soon tells its' own
story. , - ,
Maud Angry with him? Why, he
wrote a lovely poem to her! Mwy
But she never read it She tore the
whole thing up in a fit of anger. He
called If "Lines n Mabel's Face!" ; '