PROVIDENCE KEEPS
A WATCHFUL EYE
ON THE BABIES
GUARDIANSHIP IS VIGILANT
Extraordinary
Adventures of
New York
Children Who
Have Tumbled
Sometimes for
Five Stories
and Escaped
What Seemed
Certain Death
&
the torrent of questions from the
mother. The policeman makes way
for the doctor, who with the limp lit
tle figure in his arms swings into the
ambulance; the driver gives the signal
to the wise old horse—ancl they are
ofT.
FOLLOW THE AMBULANCE.
After them goes the mother, wring
ing her hands and wailing to high
Heaven. And with her a stream of
sympathetic friends, all bound for the
hospital.
"Poor little kiddie. I guess that's
his finish, all right!” exclaims a
: sightseer new to the crowded East or
West side, and turns on his heel.
When he gets back to Indianapolis
or Duluth he will tell ’em how babies
are killed in New York. Didn't he
see it,, with his own eyes?
But that is because he did not fol
low the ambulance and the mother
^tWGAQET
HART
CALLED FOR HER PAPA TO CATCH HER.
'im "T EW YORK —In New York,
city of many thrills, there is
nothing more remarkable
than the narrow escapes in
1 i its child world. The special
guardianship exercised over
babies, big and little, is especially
vigilant in the summer time, for then
more than ever are children exposed
to the dangers of Manhattan’s hurly
burly outdoor life.
Clang-g! Clang-g!
Round the corner the perfectly
drilled horse dashes. He heads for a
huddled crowd almost without guid
ance from the reins. If it is in the
crowded tenement district, perhaps
1n his wise old head he knows just
what sort of a case is waiting for the
ministration of the young surgeon
who swings lightly from the tail of
the ambulance.
The crowd breaks, making a narrow
avenue for the surgeon. His keen
eye glimpses first the figure of a
mother almost prostrate on the pave
ment, and beyond a smaller figure, j
ominously stiff.
Instinctively he glances upward to
the fire escapes, now crowded with
white-faced tenement dwellers. Which
was it—third or fourth floor?—he
wonders in that instant of crossing
the sidewalk.
The surgeon’s examination is hur
ried. The little white lips do not
open to tell him where it hurts. The
awful limpness of the thin little fig
ure would strike terror to any one
save an ambulance surgeon.
"I don’t know,” he says, crisply, to
and the stream of sympathetic neigh
bors.
If he had—well, this is what he
would have seen. In the waiting-room
the mother rehearsing again and
again the story of the accident. It
had been such a dreadful night, that
last night—with sleep for no one in
the house. And her husband's break
fast to get at daybreak. The rooms
were so hot. The baby fretted, so
she tucked him into a clothes basket
and left him there by the v;indow to
play or nap while she took just a few
winks of bitterly-needed sleep.
Heaven only knows how clever
baby fingers accomplish such wonder
ful escapes! Apparently baby was se
curely fastened in that clothes basket,
but with all the skill of the stage ex
pert in lock-picking and knot untying
the wee hands loosened the detaining
bonds; the baby ear attuned to catch
childish laughter in the street below
urged the baby knees to creep over
the inviting window ledge and the ca
tastrophe was accomplished.
BABY SOON ALL RIGHT.
Just as she reaches this point in
her narrative, and a murmur of sym
pathy buzzes through the tot recep
tion room, word comes that the
mother may enter the ward.
"He’ll be all right in a day or two,”
says the surgeon, curtly. “No bones
broken, no bad contusions, no inter
nal hemorrhage. You can thank the
quilts your neighbors were airing for
that. Come back to-morrow at two
and you can see him, all right. May
be you can take him home.”
"The good doctair!” cries the
woman, and "The good doctair!” echo
her sympathetic neighbors as they
wend their triumphant way back to
tenementland. And sure enough, in
the next day or so babykln comes
home as good as new, and the mothers
who have been exercising unusual
precautions in regard to fire-escapes
and open windows forget again. Only
the good God who loves little chil
dren and guards them against a mil
lion metropolitan dangers does not
forget, writes Anna Steese Richard
son, in The World.
Sometimes it is the window or an
airshaft which offers baby an avenue
of escape to what proves perilous
freedom. Sometimes the children are
sent to play on a roof which appar
ently is securely fenced by a good
high coping.
Sometimes an awning breaks the
flight through space. Or perhaps it
is a friendly clothes line or a pile of
soft rubbish.
The variety of falls and escapes
therefrom in New York is almost as
great as its population. The one
greater thing is that with a record of
a desperate fall a week ago through
out the hot weather term, such a
small—such a splendidly small—per
centage of the accidents end fatally.
FELL DOWN THE AIRSHAFT.
For instance, there was the marvel
ous escape of those two Brooklyn
tots, Catherine Moriarity, just past
her second birthday, and Marie Clark,
two years her elder, who live in the
five-story tenement at No. 22 Front
street. They went to the roof one
day to play.
“Ring-around-a-rosy” tnese two were
playing, and having a lovely time
that day. They would swing around
and around until they quite lost their
balance. Then suddenly a frightful
thing happened. They swung too
close to the glass skylight, and fell,
hand in hand, through the glass and
down the airshaft.
As they plunged headforemost
through 60 feet of space to the bot
tom of the shaft their screams brought
every one in the building to the roof.
Little Marie being the heavier of the
two struck the bottom first, and her
little playmate fell on top of her, par
tially breaking the fall. But the Un
seen Hand had stretched out to save
Marie. A bundle of old newspapers
thrown into the shaft lay at the bot
tom between the bones of the baby
and the stone pavement.
The shaft was too small for a man
to climb down and rescue the chil
dren. The windows, too, that opened
on it were mere slits in the wall. Yet
the children must be rescued by some
no one need ever know they had
been hurt.
SAVED BY CLOTHES LINES.
Quite as remarkable was the escape
of Master Sammie Weintraub of No.
70 Stanton street. This tenement is
six stories high and Sammie Wein
traub fell all the way from the top
to the bottom, but six pairs of clothes
lines, all weighted down with clean
clothes, went with him, and when the
ambulance surgeon unwound the
yards and yards of clothes lines and
laundry from Sammie all they could
find as a souvenir of his tumble was
a little cut on his forehead.
Little Margaret Hart, who at the
time she took her tumble lived at No.
1960 Dean street, Brooklyn, chose just
the nicest place she could to land
in her fall from the second story of
the building. She was standing on
the fire-escape watching her papa
down in the yard below when she
lost her balance. What was more
natural than for her to call to her
papa to catch her? And he did it!
Baby Helen Graf, a 21-months-old
tot, who lives at No. 1357 Webster
avenue, owes her escape to two strong
little arms that her father has
boasted of all his life. She was play
ing on the landing of the fifth floor
of the fire escape when a misstep
sent her plunging down towards the
ground. At the fourth floor, however,
her tiny hands struck the iron rounds'
of the ladder. Instinctively she
clutched one of the rounds and hung
on with all her baby L\ight. Her
mother rescued her.
OWES LIFE TO AWNING.
Sixteen months-old Grace Sieboldt,
who lives at No. 247 Tenth street,
Brooklyn, fell four floors the other
day, but a good strong awning direct
ly beneath the window from which
she had fallen held out its protecting
arms, and as a result Baby Sieboldt
rolled gently to the sidewalk, little
the worse for her 50-foot fall. Little
James Delibia, who despite his five
years is still much of a mamma's boy,
fell from the third floor of his home
at No. 306 East One Hundred and
Tenth street. Two good strong clothes
lines, however, saved Jimmy from
harm.
The life-saving clothes line again
came to the rescue when Sammy ‘
Rabir.owitz, four years old, of No. 300
Georgia avenue, Brooklyn, fell from
a windotv of the third story of his
home and landed on his feet, prac
tically unhurt. Clothes lines had
caught him and, after holding him
suspended in the air a moment,
dropped him lightly to the pavement.
What saved two-year-old Peter Geb
hardt when he fell from the fourth
floor of his home at No. 440 West
MAP/e:’'y.
CAAPfir*
■ ■ . ■ I ■ I - 1 -
TORE A GREAT HOLE IN THE SIDE OF THE SHAFT.
one at some hour. Next door was a
firehouse and to this the frantic
mothers ran. Firemen with axes and
poles hurried into the building and in
almost less time than it takes to
tell it they had torn a great hole in
the wall along the side of the shaft.
The children were lifted out and hur
ried to the hospital. Now thejr are at
home, and w'ere it not for a tell-tale
little scar each will carry all her life,
Thirty-ninth street no one will ever
know. There were neither clothes
lines, awnings nor anything visible to
save him. Yet, notwithstanding, he
landed on the sidewalk unharmed. An
ambulance surgeon failed to find even
so much as a scratch on the little
fellow.
Industry is too busy to even recall
the days of depression.
IS RECORD OF TRAGIC EVENT.
Marble Cenotaph at West Point In
Memory of "Dade and His
Command.”
A cenotaph of white Carrara marble
bearing a fluted column upon a square
base, the latter encircled with stars
and supported at the four corners with
marble cannon, stood until recent
years upon a plateau on the bank of
the Hudson river near Fort Knox. It
bore a simple inscription: "Dade and
his command.”
'tradition has it that when a young
West Point cadet came upon the Dade
cenotaph he turned to his comrade and
said: "Now I know why I am here.”
This cenotaph is now in front of Me
morial hall. The Inscription conveys
no idea of the tragic event it commem
orates. In 1835, when the Seminole
Indians refuse to emigrate from Flor
ida, Gen. Clinch was sent to Fort Drade
to preserve reace. The Seminoles
were so aggressive that Clinch asked
lor more troops and they were sent
under command of Maj. Dade of the
Fourth infantry.
They reached Tampa on December
23 and started on a march of 100 miles
to Fort Drade via Fort King. The
command, consisting of 117 officers
and men, was attacked at the Withla
cooche river on December £8 by 800
Indians and 100 negroes, and after a
desperate engagement of five hours
the entire command was massacred
save three men, who were wounded,
two of whom effected their escape.
The Dade monument is the only
monument at the Point erected to the
memory of the heroes of Indian wars,
says Uncle Sam's Magazine. The offi
cers of our army before the civil war
served a lifetime on the frontier, and
though engaged in many Indian cam
paigns were never rewarded by bre
vets. The law distinctly requires that
brevets shall not be bestowed except
in time of war; and the contests on
the frontier for so many long years,
the most hazardous of all warfare,
were not so classed.
After all, an expert is only an indi
vidual with an opinion.
TONGUE TELLS WHOLE STORY.
Its Condition from Day to Day Highly
Important in Recording Dis
ease Conditions.
It is a fact that in every disease
there are a whole lot of things that
cannot be read from the patient's
tongue. The classic wail, “No tongue
can tell the agony of my suffering,” is
of wider aplication than the patient
uttering it is aware.
It is equally patent, according to
American Medicine, that in every dis
ease the tongue has a valuable story
to tell and that the practician who ig
nores this story is in no sense mod
ern, scientific or practical. In the
light of day we do not cursorily exam
ine the tongue; we keep an eye upon
it. Not merely its aspect at the outset
of treatment, but its variations are of
prime significance.
The tongue findings are directly and
vitally connected with diagnosis, treat
ment and prognosis. The mere pres
ence of a coat on part of the tongue
i may signify nothing. A heavy coat
that promptly fades on proper treat
ment and shows no tendency to reap
pear is of less significance than the
lightest coat that sticks firmly or
promptly returns.
In a disease like tuberculosis, in
which results of treatment hinge upon
the perfect intactness of the gastroin
testinal functions, it is of vastly high
er importance to scrutinize the tongue
from day to day than the affected
lung. In practice we are too prone to
disregard this most obvious fact.
Either to amuse the patient or to sat
isfy a personal curiosity we thump the
chest when we had better thump the
office floor.
m recent years, through the light
shed upon the alimentary tract by bac
teriology, we have come to recognize
local disturbances as expressive of
loss of floral balance. In ordinary par
lance the tract has become overgrown
with weeds. This is shown by rude
but plain evidence in the condition of
the tongue.
Mme. Chevalier says that “a home
without children is like champagne
without fizz.” Flat, as it were.
CAPTAIN OF BOSTON AMERICANS .
Ur. Harry (Jessler, captain and
right fielder of the Boston American
team, is a product of the American
association. He broke Into major
league baseball first with Brooklyn.
From that club he went to Chicago,
end thence in a trade for ‘‘Chick"
Fraser, in 1907, to the Cincinnati
club. In 1907, however, he wrent back
to Columbus and it was from that
club that he was purchased by Bos
ton. Last year be was one of the
few .300 hitters in the American
league, batting for .308 and standing
fifth in the league besides leading his
club. He was among the leading
batters in the American association
in 1907, playing in 135 games and
batting for .325. Gessler wa3 made
captain this 6pring by Manager Lake.
He is a dentist by profession, and is
28 years old.
WHEN YOU TAKE HER
OUT TO THE GAME
When you take her out to the ball game.
And you’re packed In the stand with the
crowd.
Isn't It nice to have her ask you
In a voice that Is fearfully loud:
“What makes that player who throws the
ball
Wave his arms like that?”
And—"Don’t you think It's mean In them
Not letting the umpire bat?”
And when a home player steals second
and third
By a glorious slide to the base.
She says: “It’s cruel for the crowd to
cheer
When that poor fellow fell on his face.”
Then you try to explain, and she says:
“Oh. 1 see! But why don't the rest of
the players
Wear an apron to keep their suits clean
Like the man with the muzzle on
wears?”
And—"Why do you say the pitcher’s no
good
When he’s hitting the bat every time?"
And—"Why don’t the policeman arrest
them?
Isn’t stealing bases a crime?”
Then, after you’ve answered these ques
tions
And two or three million more.
You ask In the crowd as you go out the
gate
To find out what was the score.
—Washington Herald.
REGULAR SOX SECOND SACKER
r *r
Jake Atz, a product of the South
ern league, is the regular second base
man of the Chicago White Sox this
season. His work around the middle
sack has been first-class thus far, but
he is weak with the bat. Last season
he played the utility role for the team
and he Is able to fill any position in the
infield to advantage.
Fraser in “Semi-Pro." Ranks.
Charles Cooper Fraser, lately of the
world’s champion Cubs, became a
"semi-prj.” player recently, wbe he
signed up with the Milwaukee White
Sox of the Chicago league. "Chic'’
has been sitting on the bench for Mil
waukee for two weeks, but refused to
play until the National commission
had passed on a claim he made against
the Chicago National league club. His
signature to a Chicago league contract
was obtained as soon as be bad been
officially notified that his claim would
not be recognized.
Cigars, Too?
Bacon—This paper says that as El
wood Scott, a gigantic admirer of Miss
Lola Wescott of Pongateague, Va„
was taking a good-night hug, he broke
one of her ribs. He also shattered
the crystal of his watch at the same
time.
Egbert—Doesn’t say whether El
wood busted any of his cigars or not,
does it?—Yonkers Statesman.
Don't be "consistent,” but only true.
^-Holmes.
“BIG CHIEF” BENDER.
After being touted as being “all in'
last season by the Philadelphia crit
ics, this Indian twirler of Connie
Mack is showing a surprising re
versal of form. Bender is considered
a good batter and fielder, and he has
subbed for Capt. Oavis at first base
for weeks at a time.
Manager Rourke of the Omaha team
has closed a deal by which he wll.'
trade "Red" Fisher, his star fielder
to Stanley Robison for Delehanty anc
Rhoades of the St. Louis Cardinals
William Miller, the southpaw pitch
er who was loaned to Bloomington
recently by Springfield for the season
was recalled by the latter club owing
to the fact that Pitcher Grandy is oul
of condition and unable to pitch. Mill
er won all three games which he
pitched for Bloomington.
Bobby Lynch of Chicago, formerly
captain of the Notre Dame university
baseball team, has Joined the South
Bend Central league team. He will
play short.
Pitcher Bob Harmon of the Shreve
port team, Texas State league, has
been sold to the St. Louis Nationals.
Manager Mack of the Philadelphia
team of the American league has re
leased Outfielder Strunk to the Mil
waukee American association club.
Jimmy Barrett, formerly of Boston
and once noted outfielder on the base
ball diamond, has been signed by
Manager McCloskey of Milwaukee.
Grand Feat of Balancing.
A certain English mayor—the Lon
don Daily Telegraph tells of him—
whose period of office had come to
an end, was surveying the work of the
year.
“I have endeavored," he said, with
an air of conscious rectitude, “to ad
minister justice without swerving to
partiality on the one hand or im
partiality on the other.”
The amateur gardener is generally
cured by one good dose.
ADMIALVON TIRPITZ'
He Is the Man Who Keeps Eng
land Awake Nights.
German Master Mariner Has Reused
the Fatherland to Unexampled En
thusiasm for Dominion—A
Shrewd, Practical Man.
New York.—Among the distin
guished officials who accompanied
Prince Henry, the kaiser’s brother, on
his visit to America in 1902, was Ad
miral Alfred von Tirpitz, the German
secretary of state for the navy. Tall,
burly, bearded, Neptune-like, appar
ently in the prime of life, though
really approaching the age limit of
three score years, the impression
made by the personality of Germany’s
master mariner was one never to be
forgotten.
Since then the name of Admiral
von Tirpitz has gone round the world
He is the redoubtable builder of all
big-gun battleships who causes Brit
ain so many sleepless nights. He is
the man who has roused the Father
land to her opportunity and potential
destiny. The most illustrious of liv
ing ministers of marine, he is inspirer
of that national obsession of sea su
premacy through which Germany has
become by a few years of persistent
and systematic effort the second naval
power in Europe to-day.
With feverish ardor, yet in silence
and comparative secrecy, since the so
called Dreadnaught era, Germany has
been building battleships—jumping
suddenly from 13,000 tons to 18,000
and more; widening and deepening
the Kiel canal and fortifying her
whole Baltic and North Sea coast
lines until they bristle with great
guns and mining defenses; fighting in
the reichstag for an unprecedented ,
naval budget, restlessly and indefati- J
gably drawing on the state economies
to build gigantic battle engines, fast
armored cruisers, invincible torpedo
boats—a navy, in short, calculated
within a closely fixed time to rival
that of England both numerically and
in positive combative strength.
The evolution of the Dreadnought %
type, which rendered virtually obso- V
iete most of the ships not only of Ger
many but of England as well, evened '^F
up matters among the rival maritime
powers. It gave them unexpectedly
an opportunity to enter the grand
Admiral vcn Tirpitz.
ocean handicap with something like a
fair sporting chance.
Tirpitz saw this and rose to the oc
casion. With the thoroughness as
well as the promptitude characteristic
of German state dynamics, when once
the national spirit is aroused, he set
about his task. It was an economic
question, primarily, a matter of poli
tics, in diverting money to the build
ing of dockyards, armor foundries
and the like, also of circumventing
the watchdogs of the socialist party
in the reic-hstag.
It was uphill work at first, but for
tune favors the stubborn. At the mo
ment when Tirpitz was struggling to
win over popular opinion to the sup
port of his policy and was finding it
difficult by reason of the increasing
burden of taxation which a big ship
programme was settling upon the
shoulders of the nation, there came in
1899 the Bundesrath incident, when a
German mail packet was seized by an
English man-of-war. That turned the
patriotic tide and the naval law of
1900 was the first result. Honors
showered upon Rear-Admiral von Tir
pitz and some big warships were la”1
down forthwith. The launching
these ships a few years later made
Tirpitz a full admiral and the supple
mentary naval bill of 1907 won him
the imperial order of the Black Eagle.
He has been state minister of the ad
miralty since 1901.
A shrewd, practical man of plebeian
origin (he was born at Kustrin in
1849), Admiral von Tirpitz has gained
his naval knowledge at sea. in actual
service and under circumstances
which have shown him the necessity
to the Fatherland of possessing such
a fleet as present plans contemplate.
A cadet at HI. at 20 a lieutenant and
at 25 a lieutenant-commander, after
20 years of service he was flying the
pennant of a rear-admiral and was
known as a responsible officer, with a
habit of thinking for himself and a
wholesome contempt for the tradi
tions of bureaucracy.
To-day, with the ciimax of his ca
reer in sight, his most radical and am
bitious ideas adopted at home and
studied with wonder abroad, Admiral
von Tirpitz may still look forward to
many years of active official life.
He is intimately acquainted with the
resources of every naval shipbuilding
yard on the face of the globe.
Packing with Ferns.
It has recently been discovered that
the leaves of the fern plant, which
grows almost anywhere, is an exce
lent preservative for packing artic'.i
of food, fruit and even meat. It
said that on the Isle of Man fresh
herrings are packed in ferns and ar
rive on the market in as fresh a con
dition as when they were shipped. A
number of experiments have demon
strated that potatoes packed in ferns
keep many months longer them those
packed in straw. In fact, potatoes
packed In fern leaves are as fresh in
the springtime as when they were
first duf, iii the fail.
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