has faced the storm, who eats right and sleeps right. It is the man who has solved some problem, overcome some difficulty that has a normal appetite. Who taught the Eskimo how to eat and how to dress himself to be able to withstand the cold of the Arctic Zone? Did the health specialists teach it to him? Did he read health culture books to find it out? Nothing of the sort. He faced the facts of his environment, and adjusted himself to it. Who taught the African, the natives. of India, how to dress and eat to withstand the heat of the torrid zone? They taught themselves. Experience taught them. No health faddist could hope to compete with them in these matters. When brought into contact with civilization and its health rules these untaught people quickly developed dyspepsia and catarrh wholly unknown to them before. Is there something to be said on the other side of this question? All right, say it then. Make it short. Put it in simple language and we will use it. A Organic Heart Disease. DOCTOR frequently has a case of organic disease of the heart. Of course the doctor cannot cure such a case. He knows that. Probably the patient knows it also. However, the doctor can do a great deal of good, if he is careful and intelligent, in sustaining the action of the heart. Sometimes one heart stimulant will work on one patient, and does not seem to benefit another. The doctor is often at his wits end to know exactly what to do. He may have tried strychnia, morphine and atropin, separately or bined, and yet the dropsy increases, the weakened, feeble heart grows more alarming. For such a case I have a suggestion to make. It has come as a God-send to a good many patients. Of course it should be prepared by a competent druggist. Take of Sulphate of Strychnine, I 1-2 grains. Sulphate of Atropin, 1-6 grain. These should be thoroughly triturated together. Continued trituration is not only desirable, but absolutely necessary in such potent remedies. Divide into fifty powders, which should be taken one before each meal and at bedtime. This is usually sufficient to sustain the action of the heart, and make the patient feel greatly relieved-lessening the amount of dropsy, stimulating the appetite and digestion, and it does not interfere seriously with the action of the bowels. This should be used only in cases of genuine valvular heart disease, not in sympathetic heart disturbance. Do not take yourself too seriously. Be in earnest, of course. But do not exaggerate the importance of yourself or your function in the world. Keep yourself able to stand back with your critics, look at yourself and laugh when the rest laugh. A PHOTOGRAPH records faithfully what the sitter was at the moment the plate was exposed. That and nothing more. A painted portrait, if well done, records what the sitter was before, during and after the sitting. The painter gets a composite picture, the varying moods, attitudes and expressions, while the photograph catches only one. As with the snap-shot picture, so with the snap-shot judgment of each other. The rule is to judge a man by what he happened to be at some single moment of his life, on some trying or special occasion. The only fair way to judge a man is to get a composite judgment of his conduct at various times, under various conditions. The general purpose of his life, rather than some single deed. To judge a man by a snap-shot picture of him, any man who ever lived could be easily shown to be anything from saint to criminal. With snap-shot pictures as our only guide, no man could hope to escape censure. No man could fail to receive credit. Whether censure or credit would depend entirely on the particular picture which we happened to be looking at. It is only moving pictures, composite portraits, that reveal the real man. F FRED. RED ROSE was found late last fall, about the time the hunting season opened. were after Some boys who rabbits, heard faint and plaintive cries ast from a child. Upon casting about they observed that they proceeded from an old abandoned cabin in the edge of a wood, a place which had done service for years as a sheep cote. Here by an expiring fire, wrapped in old rags, was found, shivering and cold, this poor little boy. The overseers of the poor were notified. The wagon was sent out, and by kind hands, his rescue was effected. The Children's Home Society was notified. Three days afterward a body was found floating down the river, the body of a female, answering the description of a woman who had been seen soliciting alms in the vicinity where the little boy was rescued. Read between the lines. We have the oft repeated story of betrayal, desertion, abandonment, suicide. A remnant of humanity is left. Who will come to the rescue? This boy, now about two years old, fair complexion, dark brown eyes, is a healthy, manly little fellow, and is for placement anywhere in the United States or Canada. Subject to the approval of local authorities and sister child-placing agencies. Address Dr. F. H. Darby, care THE COLUMBUS MEDICAL JOURNAL. T RUTH. In HE telephone rings sharply; it is the distressed voice of an aged tremulous grandmother. tones she tells the story. "I can keep this child no longer. I raised six children of my own. But then I was young and had patience, forbearance, endurance. Now I have only aches and pains and declining years." "Where are the father and mother of this child?" we inquired. "The mother has gone to her long home, a victim of neglect and abuse. The father, a heartless, graceless scamp, has not been seen or heard of for a year or more. His faithlessness to my daughter at all times, and abuse of her when drunk, was the cause of her premature death. Here I am left to shoulder all responsibility. O, doctor, do you not know of some family who will find pleasure in reciprocating the ardent love of this dear grandchild of mine? I do not want to send her to an asylum with the common herd. She is too lovely for that. The very image of her angel mother. I am loath to part with her, but with declining years and advancing infirmities I know the time is short when such parting must needs be." Here mid sobs and groans the receiver was placed on the hook. Later, a messenger from this household and a visit from a trusted representative confirmed all, and the little one is now at our disposal. What childless home will now open their hearts to this little unwanted half-orphan, a victim of wine and worthlessness? What we want is a place, by adoption, in your heart and home for little Ruth. She is four years old, has brown hair and eyes, and can go anywhere within the limits of civilization, subject to the local laws governing child-placing. Address Dr. Darby, care THE COLUMBUS MEDICAL JOURNAL. I One Solution of the Servant Problem. AM aware that my suggestion can be accepted by only a small minority of those employing help. It would not be advisable in a family of growing children, nor under other circumstances too obvious to need mention. But there are many couples requiring only one servant who might find the solution of the problem I have of late years. And it is with the hope that I can bring to some other childless woman the pleasure and compensation I have found, that I offer this suggestion. It is to employ a woman with a child; either a widow, or a girl from one of the Homes which shelter unfortunates. I have, during a period of five years, had three such in my home. My husband and I are very fond of children and in each case have made the little one a member of the family, to our great enjoyment, and, I cannot but believe, the good of the child in many ways. A woman of this class is generally so glad to get a good home where she can keep her child with her that gratitude makes of her an ideal servant. Perhaps I have been unusually fortunate, but I have had very little to complain of in my three experiments. People often say to me: "How can they do the work, hampered by a child?" To which I reply that many a mother of half a dozen does all her own work and thinks nothing of it. In the case of the older children whose mothers have worked for me, little girls of two and four years, they were old enough to be company for me and were almost constantly with me. Not being in very good health, I drive a good deal, and nearly always had "the baby" with me. Both of the children ate at the table with us and I took as much pleasure in teaching them table manners as many another childless woman might in training a poodle. I have now a young woman with me with a baby boy seventeen months old. She has been with me sixteen months, and with the exception of the washing the first few weeks, has performed the numerous duties classified as general housework, in a house of eight rooms, with apparently little effort. Indeed, she has gained in weight and both she and the baby are pictures of health. She is always neat and keeps the baby scrupulously clean. Besides her work, she makes many of her own and the baby's clothes. We take as much interest in his learning to walk and talk as his mother does, and surely no four-legged household pet ever more amply repaid care and attention than this nameless cherub. Of course many of my friends consider me queer and constantly predict that "something will happen." This much, at least, has happened: That I, a childless woman, am enjoying maternity by proxy; that my housework is well done by a grateful, interested woman for a moderate wage; and that I have the feeling that perhaps I have done a little toward lightening the burden of these poor creatures, who when they most needed love, it was withheld. When doctors make fun of health journals, and lawyers oppose law and order leagues, and preachers disparage morality as a means of salvation, what are the multitudes to do? To whom shall they look in times of trouble? I Experience the Best Education THE COLLEGE MANIA. T is certainly very curious that a practical business man will, in the preparation of his son for business, ignore his own experience in the world. For instance, here is a self-made man. He was perhaps raised on a farm. He had only a common school education. He never saw the inside of a college in his life. He had probably never exchanged a dozen words with a college professor. He worked on the farm for his board and clothes until after he was eighteen years old. He gradually worked his way out into other business, beginning way down and gradually coming up. By dint of hard. knocks and petty savings he finally comes to have a small part in the business management of the enterprise in which he first took an humble position. growth was slow, his work hard, his pay small. But at last he lands on top. His He is recognized as a good, square, sensible, reliable business man. He takes his place in society where he belongs, a leader in business, a thoroughly dependable man. His word is as good as his note, his advice is sought by others, his moral support accepted as a valuable asset to any enterprise. He has a son. He wishes to make this son of some use in the world, like himself. Indeed, he has the ambition to set his son on a much higher plane than he himself occupies. He wants to make him a thorough business man, even more competent than himself to lend a hand in the business of world-making. Right here he seems to lose his grip on his worldly wisdom. Instead of putting his son through a similar training to his own career he prescribes for him an entirely different regime. The boy does not have to work hard, like he did. He keeps him in school. He is away from home most of the time. He has very little association with his boy. He trusts school teachers more and more to implant ideals, to create purposes within the mind of his son. Just at the age when the young man should 23 be making muscle, gaining experience by actual contact with the world, just at the time when he is changing from boy to man, he is deprived of the companionship of his father. He spends his years in boarding schools. His evenings are spent with other college boys in the dormitory of some distant institution of learning. He is not learning to think as his father thinks. The world presents to him an entirely different problem than the world presented to his worthy sire. All this time that the father is at home engaged in some wholesome, stimulating enterprise that gives fiber to his body, stability to his soul and accuracy to his judgment, the boy is gaining his lessons. from a fictitious world. The boy has before him the campus, not the broad fields of waving grain and tempting forests that constitute the surroundings of his father. The college yell takes the place of the lowing of contented herds, the rattle of the mowing machine and the merry whistle of the plow boy that constitute the environment of his father. The boy away off in college is seduced by the petty vices of worthless associates, while his father at the same age was safe from all such contamination, working by the side of his father in the fields, on the farm. It is strange past all solution that this self-made man, whose judgment can be trusted on all other matters, habitually makes this fatal mistake regarding the education of his son. While the son is forming his habits he is neglecting the only habit worth all the rest, the habit of industry. While the boy's body is growing up he is neglecting the only physical college worth a fig, the physical college of actual labor. While the boy's brain is being disciplined it does not get the discipline his father's brain received, the discipline of hard facts in the actual world. The college world is a man-made world, the trials and tribulations of college life are trials and tribulations so far removed from real life that they cannot be appropriated for any good in future life. The triumphs of college life are counterfeit triumphs. They mean nothing. They attain to nothing. Then when the boy returns home, twenty-two or twenty-five years old, to take his place by his father's side in business, the father begins for the first time to realize his mistake. The boy by his side is a stranger to him. His own son is a foreigner. His flesh and blood, the apple of his eye, the one who is to bear his name and carry forward his work, is a cheap caricature of the old man who never had any of the benefits of college training nor the supposed advantages of an education. The boy discards the old fogy notions of his father. He resents his father's limitations and deprivations. He thinks he sees a higher and a better way to do things than the "old man" who furnished him the means to dawdle away his time in school and college. Thus the gulf between father and son widens every day. The father learns to trust his son less and less. He finds every day that there is little or nothing in common between them. The linguistic gibberish that seems so valuable to the son, is nothing to the father. The classical nonsense which the son loses no occasion to parade, is meaningless jargon, a hopeless jumble, to the hardhanded and broad-minded father. They grow to distrust each other's judgment. The natural consanguinity between them has been destroyed by the unnatural training of the son. Standing side by side they physically resemble each other. They bear the same name. They call the same house their home. They are members of the same firm. But that is all. They are different men from the bottom up. The seeds of degeneration have been planted in the son's body and mind and soul that will bring forth their fruit in due season. The cardinal virtues, the frugal habits, the self reliance of the father, have not been transferred to the son. But instead he has committed the keeping of his son to the guardianship of other people's sons, who have suc ceeded in making his son like they aregood for nothing. The pathos of this tragedy can never be fully described. Blaming each other, neither is to blame. Silently and curiously wondering how the whole thing came to be such a farce, the mystery is that neither of them discovers the real cause of their estrangement. They both continue to believe in college education, in college-made men. They never for a moment surmise that it was the college that separated them, that made it forever impossible that they should walk in the same road. Should the father be trusted with the fortunes of a grandchild he would commit the same blunder. If the son comes to have children of his own he would do the same thing, send them to college, and thus start them on that fearful and fateful toboggan down which with rapid slides its victim lands in the mire of pitiful puerility. A college education, a college education! This is the god Moloch in whose name so many of the brightest and the best of our boys are sacrificed. 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