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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 25, 1913, Image 14',
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REMARKABLE CASE OF "WQODROW WILSON,"
BABY WAIF, IN WHICH MOTHER LOVE WON
By W. H, Alburn.
Paris, Tenn., 'June 25. "Woodrow
Wilson" was a little Tennessee -waif
that found two mothers. One of
them loved him so much that she
was broken-hearted, till she got him
all for herself, and the other has been
broken-hearted ever since. Maybe
the story won't interest you unless
Woodrow Wilson" Crouch-Arnold
you happen to be interested
One night last September people
at the corner of Ruff and Brewer
streets were awakened by an infant's
wails. At last they realized it was
crying for a mother who couldn't
hear Its cry. So they investigated
and found a beautiful three-weeks-
old boy, tidily dressed, neatly tuck
ed in a basket, on a doorstep. There
was nothing to show whose baby it
When the kindly neighbor women
had warmed a bottle of milk and fed
it, they had a problem on their hands.
There is no foundling asylum in
Paris, Tenn. Next day they decided
to turn the child over to Sheriff R.
"Hello, Snookums!" said the sher
iff. "What's your name?"
The baby kept on smiling.
"Well," said the sheriff, who is a
staunch Democrat, you look Hke a
winner. I guess we'll call you Wood
Two days later Mrs. John Crouch
was clearing away the supper things
in the Crouch home at Springville,
between the sandhills and the Big
Sandy River. John Crouch, a pros
perous merchant and tobacco plant
er, was reading.
"It says in the paper," he remark
ed, "that Sheriff Compton over in
Paris has a foundling on his hands
and don't know what to do with it."
The eyes of husband and wife met.
They were childless. And in the
wife's eyes there was a yearning he
had seen there often when she was
thinking of the children who had
"Couldn't we go to town tomor
row?" asked Mrs. Crouch.
"I reckon we could," said John.
Mrs. Crouch, at her first glimpse
of little Woodrow Wilson, caught him
to her breast with a cry of pent-up
"Give him to us!" said John
They signed adoption papers- on .
sthe spot, naming the baby Woodrow '
Wilson Crouch and took him back
Meanwhile there was sadness in
the home of Mr. and Mrs. Landrum
Arnold' at Wingo, Ky. Wheu they
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