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THE WUR.-A.lv NEW-VOKKER 
W E have an article on “The Stammer¬ 
ing Child” soon to appear. This 
subject is a very trying one to many peo¬ 
ple—particularly those who have little 
ones afflicted with speech impediment. 
Many of these cases may be cured if they 
are taken in time and handled patiently. 
The article we are preparing will en¬ 
deavor to present the latest scientific re¬ 
searches in plain language. 
* 
L ET us all make a campaign this year 
for “mother’s room” iu evwy farm¬ 
house. There ought to be a room spe¬ 
cial! v for mother ar.d the girls —their 
own to fit and use just as they please. 
As the farm prospers and father gets <n 
in the world he has an office or room 
where he keeps his papers and does busi¬ 
ness. Mother attends to the business of 
home and she should have headquar¬ 
ters where she can do as she pleases. It 
will require some planning to make 
“mother’s room” a reality, but she de¬ 
serves it and ought to have it. 
* 
W HILE the following letter is written 
to “Farmer’s Wife,” it would be a 
very fine thing for the farmer himself to 
read and ponder it. There is always a 
good job for him on washing day: 
Dear Farmer’s Wife: 
When you set the incubator this year 
plan to have it hatch on any day that 
day, it was an instructive sight to see 
dozens of automobiles parked by the mar-’ 
ket while well-dressed women, accompa¬ 
nied by chauffers carrying market bas¬ 
kets, went the rounds of the stalls. Num¬ 
erous boys with express wagons are on 
hand ready to deliver purchases for a 
small fee, and the wandering merchant 
who sells netted string and oilcloth mar¬ 
keting bags does a thriving business. 
This open-air market is a novel sight to 
New York, and it has already been a 
great force in removing false standards 
< f gentility held by many city women. 
They have learned that going to market, 
and buying with judgment, is part of a 
housewife's business. When they fully 
realize that consumer and producer alike 
suffer from our present imperfect distri¬ 
bution of food products, they will be 
eager to cooperate with farmers in every 
effort to improve market facilities. 
WANT to send the following note 
taken from the Evening Mail: 
Since her husband's death seven years 
ago Mrs. Anna Craven, by farming, has 
paid off the mortgage on the “old home 
place,” and is now preparing to move to 
town that her two children may attend 
school.—Kansas I’aper. 
I have seen that kind of woman—their 
beauty blasted, their faces hard as 
gargoyles and seamed with a million 
wrinkles like rhinoceros hide. The tide 
of life runs stronger in the female, for 
she is the seed of the race. So nature 
decrees that she endure longer than her 
I 
-V Woman of India and Her Housekeeping Outfit. This is a Superior Home 
Since There is Punning Water in it. 
The Snowstorm. 
Announced by all the trumpets of the 
sky 
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the 
fields, 
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air 
Hides hills and woods, the river and the 
heaven, 
And veils the farmhouse at the garden’s 
end. 
The steed and traveller stopped, the 
courier’s feet 
Delayed, all friends shut out, the house¬ 
mates sit 
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed 
In a tumultuous privacy of storm. 
Come, see the north wind’s masonry. 
Out of an unseen quarry evermore 
Furnished with tile, the tierce artificer 
Curves his white bastions with projected 
roof 
Round every windward stake, or tree or 
door. 
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild 
work 
So fanciful, so savage, naught cares be 
For number or proportion. Mockingly 
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian 
wreaths; 
A swan-like form invests the hidden 
thorn; 
Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to 
wall 
Maugn* the farmer’s sighs, and at the 
ga te 
A tapering turret overtops the work. 
And when his hours are numbered, and 
the world 
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not. 
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished 
Art 
To mimic in slow structures, stone by 
stone, 
Built in an age, the mad wind’s night- 
work, 
The frolic architecture of the snow. 
—RALPH WALDO EMERSON. 
Compensation. 
At the scales by the highway. 
For years he had stood. 
Checking weights for dealers and dray¬ 
man ; 
Now the epitaph, carved 
On his tombstone of wood. 
Gives praise to an honest highweigliman. 
—L. c. TAUT?. 
“Plant patience in th garden of thy soul, 
The root is bitter, but the fruit is sweet. 
And when at last it stand a tree com¬ 
plete, 
Beneath its grateful shade the fervent 
heat 
And burden of the day shall love control. 
Plant patience in the garden of thy soul.” 
Meadowtation. 
Do horses think? of course they do: 
If Dobbin peers through bars or gates 
At fields, with clover full, in view. 
We say at once, “He meadowtates.” 
—L. C. TAltn. 
To You on New Year’s Day. 
There is no heart without its silent 
sorrow, 
No eye without its hesitating tear; 
There is no home without at least one 
shadow, 
No soul without its doubt and lingering 
fear. 
But as the new year comes and gently 
beckons 
And bids you journey yet another mile, 
I hope that tear and sorrow, fear and 
shadow 
Will be forgotten for a little while. 
For God is wise and good, and all things 
blessed 
Will surely come to us, some soon, some 
late, 
If we but learn each morning's holy 
lesson. 
And in the evening smile, and hope, and 
wait. 
—PASTOR JOHN. 
* 
T HE Ohio Agricultural College recom¬ 
mends the following as a “real con¬ 
sumption cure”: 
It is the cheapest of all remedies. 
It is not patented or controlled by the 
trusts. 
It is guaranteed not to disturb the di¬ 
gestion. 
It is not unpleasant to the tast.n 
Tt may be procured everywhere. 
It should be inhaled freely seventeen 
times a minute. 
It, is manufactured solely by God Al¬ 
mighty. 
The name of this wonderful remedv is 
“FRESH AIR.” 
It. is better to be a “crank” on the sub¬ 
ject of fresh air than to be a corpse for 
the lack of it. 
Florida Board of Health. 
A fresh air “crank” who will go around 
at night and open all the bedroom win¬ 
dows is one of the most useful members 
of the household. 
your husband is liable not to be around 
the house, for he can’t: let it alone. The 
temptation is too great. No matter how 
uninterested he has been, or how much 
“don’t care” spirit he has exhibited up 
to this time; he is all awake now. He 
has to look once an hour anyway, if not 
oftener, and has to help them, and tend 
to the heat and a dozen other things, and 
you will lose a good part of your hatch. 
If he wants to help let him do so on 
wash day or some other such time. 
With best wishes for your success, I 
am, one wiio has learned. 
S OMETHING like 50 letters have al¬ 
ready come asking further informa¬ 
tion about electric lighting and power. 
We have seldom started a discussion 
which attracted more attention. It 
seems that many of our readers live in 
hilly sections where there are brooks or 
small rivers which for centuries have 
tumbled lazily down hill. Why not put 
this falling water at work? That is the 
question which our articles have started. 
We find that the women are spurring 
their men folks on to investigate this 
power question. You see these women 
feel the need of light, heat and power in 
the house, and if the man can harness 
the brook and make it work he ought 
to do so. When the women really 
understand these things they will come 
into the house and prove a blessing to the 
entire family. There is no way without 
a will. 
* 
T HE New York free market at the 
Fort Lee Ferry, 125th street and 
North River, has been declared illegal 
by the city authorities, and its future is 
uncertain. If it is eliminated, it will be 
a loss to both buyers and sellers, but 
especially to those women who have only 
just learned that direct buying is better 
than ordering by telephone. The third 
Saturday in January, a mild and sunny 
mate upon the pain-swept battlefields of 
bread. The toil that kills her husband 
leaves her only stunned, anti she strives 
again to advance on Waterloo, the im¬ 
mense somnambulist of a vanished dream. 
The woman described in this clipping 
deserves a monument more than any hero 
of the famous Battle of Waterloo. Every 
wrinkle acquired in her struggle denotes 
character, and if her face is hard (she 
needs it so) she has a heart that is 
tender, as is evidenced by her care for 
her children. She is a benefit to the 
whole world. “The seed of the race?” 
The kind to propagate. The opposite 
woman, with her “beauty unblasted,” 
whose chief ambition is to carry a powder 
puff and some other tools, a sort of 
emergency kit, to make repairs. Think 
of the contrast. There would be some 
humor in this opposite woman if she 
were not so artificial. w. F. M. 
New Jersey. 
R. N.-Y.—We know, of dozens of 
women among -our readers who have 
fought the most heroic battles to hold 
the home together and save their loved 
ones. The poor vanishing thing we call 
“beauty.” How small and futile it seems 
when we consider what these heroic and 
patient women have endured. “The op¬ 
posite woman” finally fades and dries up 
or becomes gross and shapeless. There 
is then no soul or glory of sacrifice show¬ 
ing through her face, ns is the case with 
the woman who takes “that better part.” 
A monument to such women? Wait until 
they are dead? Far better give them now 
while they live the honor and attention 
so freely lavished upon the butterflies 
and ornaments. 
Y 
W HAT is 4 known as the “teacher- 
mother” question has for several 
years been discussed in New York City. 
Are married women with young children 
January ;‘>0, 
satisfactory teachers? Should a teacher 
be granted a leave of absence for pur¬ 
poses of maternity? The Board of Edu¬ 
cation appointed a special committee to 
investigate and this committee now ad¬ 
vises that such married teachers be 
granted two years’ leave of absence. This 
committee received reports from 48 
cities of more than 100.000 population. 
Iu 37 of them women are not employed 
at all after marriage. In several cities 
leave of absence is granted in case of 
maternity. A majority of the school au¬ 
thorities who were consulted seem to 
think that women teachers with young 
children are not as efficient as women 
with no children. On the other hand one 
of the “highest authorities” we know of 
recently endorsed the statement that “no 
person is fit to teach our children until 
a little white coffin has been carried out 
of the house.” School Superintendent 
Finley in New York State has decided 
that the law sustains the teacher-mother 
and that she may legally be granted two 
years’ leave of absence. 
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M OST of The R. N.-Y. women are 
very busy people. They carry us in 
mind, and when opportunity arrives help 
as they can. Take this letter from a busy 
school teacher. “To-day is like a gift,” 
she says. Why, every day is a gift if 
we only look at it rightly : 
To-day is like a gift, because I am 
free to do a few of the many little things 
laid aside to be done when there is time. 
The snow began in the gloaming indeed 
and was busy all the night, so busy was 
it that the highway was well filled this 
morning and instead of being seven 
minutes walking from my home to the 
school house, I was 20. In consequence 
the children have all remained at home, 
and I am free to do many thing this day 
left undone for weeks, largely for lack 
of opportunity. 
* 
W HAT a predicament “Uncle Sam” 
is in. “Uncle Sam” is a gentle¬ 
man of commercial instincts. For years 
manufactured articles have been the 
favorite product he has been feeding into 
the maw of the world, manufacturers 
have been petted until the ship of state 
has listed heavily to their side. Now the 
world’s maw demands food products, but 
alas, tin* farmer's side of the ship is 
high and dry, clean out of the water. 
Wanted, laborers to right the ship; to 
raise food to supply the maw. Uncle 
Sam is a literary chap; he wants 
laborers who can read and write and 
cipher, while the farmer wants a skilled 
laborer, one who is “onto his job;” one 
who can earn his wages, not simply draw 
them. 
In a certain manufacturing city thou¬ 
sands of men were thrown out of em¬ 
ployment by the slump in manufactured 
articles. The city fathers provided city 
jobs for some of the unemployed. Some 
of these city fathers insisted on paying 
these men $2 per day regardless of hew 
much they could earn, but then, it was 
the taxpayers’ money that was being 
spent. A newspaper of this certain city 
deplored the fact that farmers were not 
offering jobs. A woman wrote this paper 
that there was work in the country, but 
that unskilled labor was not wanted on 
her farm any more than it was wanted 
in a newspaper office. Uncle Sam’s pre¬ 
dicament is that he knows not where to 
find this skilled labor for the farm, now 
that he needs farm products to keep 
the capital P. on prosperity. A woman 
(Mrs. George I’. Ladd) suggests that he 
train it. “Train it?” groans Uncle Sam. 
“I want it now.” Uncle Sam, plagues 
are coming on the world, “death and 
mourning and famine,” and you are 
powerless to prevent. c. 
* 
Tj'OR most farm women the greatest 
battle is with dirt. There is an end¬ 
less round of scrubbing, cleaning, dust¬ 
ing, etc. It does not take very close ob¬ 
servation to see that the “men folks” 
and children are responsible for all the 
dirt tracked in. The thing to do is to re¬ 
move the cause. A well sodded yard 
with good walks every where will do 
wonders toward lessening the amount of 
weekly, yes daily cleaning. It is now 
being realized that cement walks are a 
farm necessity. Another necessary thing 
is a fence around the yard to keep the 
chickens out. Just because pansy beds 
and poultry begin with the same letter 
is no reason for any very great intimacy 
between them. IDA m. jaokson. 
