COME IN.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2450, 15 March 1909, Page 5

COME IN.

A short walk in the open air, followed by a rest in the sunshine, will do such a woman a world of good, and her husband should spare no .pains to secure her if possible an afternoon a week of pleasant outing at the seaside or elsewhere. The whole future health and fitness of mother and child are dependent on attention to the mother’s health and spirits at such times, and nothing should be allowed to set aside these considerations. There is no time in a woman’s life in which she so much needs sound advice and a helping hand to induce her to overcome the difficulties which stand in the way of her doing justice to herself and her family as when she is carrying an unborn babe. It is as much in the interest of the husband as of the wife that the health of mother and child should be made the one paramount consideration until the baby is bom and long afterwards. Between the ideal husband and the selfish hopeless drunkard there are all shades of men who make or mar the destiny of those dependent on them. Regarding tlio matter from a purely selfish standpoint, the education of men in what is needed for maintaining the health and fitness of their wives and children is almost as important in the long run for the men themselves as it is for the rest of the family, and we commend the “Our Babies” column to husbands as well as wives.

To men who are too manly to help their wives or to concern themselves about babies let us commend Follen Adams’s poem:

DER OAK AND DER VINE. I don’d vas preaching voman’s righdts, Or anyding like dot, Und I likes to see all beoples Shust gondented mit dheir lot; Budt I vants to gondradict dot shap Dot makes dis ieedle shoke; “A voman vas der glinging vino, Und man, der sliturdy oak.” Shust go oup to der paseball groundts, Und see dhose “sliturdy oaks” All planted roundt übon der seats — Shust hear dheir laughs and shokes! Dhen see dhose vomens at der tubs, Mit glothes oudt on der lines; Thick vas der sliturdy oaks, mine friendts, Und vhich der glinging vines? Ten sickness in der householdt conies, Und reeks und veeks he sktays, Who vas id figliclts him mitoudt resdt Dhose veary nigkdts und days? Who beace und gomfort alvays prings, Und cools dot fefered prow? More like id vas der tender vine Dot oak he glings to, now. Maybe, vhen oaks dkey gliug some more, Und don’d so shturdy peen, Der glinging vines dhey haf some shance To helb run life.’s masheen. In holt und sickness, shoy and pain, In calm or shtormy veddher, ’Twas beddker dot dhose oaks and vines Should alvays gling togeddher.