Puck — January 23, 1889 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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DOMESTIC NOTES. ROMINENT WRITERS appear to have arrived at the conclusion that, on becoming a parent, a woman loses what little ‘brains she previously possessed. ‘The inference is, perhaps, a natural one; therefore, a few more plain, practical hints on the care of children — hints that are drawn from a large and bitter experi- ence — may not be unwelcome to this un- fortunate class of people. He BEST THING to remove dirt from a child’s face and hands is soap and water. Apply early and often. HeN A CHILD leans from an open window, see that its heels are lower than its head. The law of gravitation makes this necessary. HE PROPER TIME to give a child his dinner is when it is ready. ‘The child will probably let_you know if he is ready before the dinner is. WEN A SMALL nov falls down- stairs, pick him up first, and ad= monish him afterward. He can listen better, and you get a firmer hold. ¥ A cHuLD insists on crying, let him do it until you are able to strip him, It is healthy, and expands the lungs. Chitepeen usr we undressed at night, and have their clothes put on again in the morning. his becomes tiresome, but seems unavoidable. If these little notes are of service, they might be continued indefinitely. Occasions are continually arising where the head of a large family, who lacks ordinary common-sense, finds a manual of this kind invaluable. yra.—We da not know who was’ the originator of the saying, “Let well enough alone ;” byt it certainly was not any fashionable physi- cian, May be it was some papi or husband who was tired of paying the f. p's. bills, EXAMPLE IS CONTAGIOUS. Mas, Prtt.ry.— For heaven's sake, Nathan, what are you going to do? Me. Pruitey.—Depends on whether Rebecca hangs on that high “C” any longer t THE O., O. S. “THe owes were burning Tos, and the room was filled with a mysterious, all-pervading air of serene contentment. ‘The clock ticked on unheeded, its silvery chimes ringing out at intervals undisturbed. It seemed as though the carth were wrapped in a cloak of happy, joyful bliss, so perfect was the sense of pleasure unalloyed. Suddenly, from a corner of the room, came’a voice, stealing over the joyous stillness of the air like the sound of distant music. “Dearest, don’t you think it’s growing lare?”” “Yeces, George, love.” “Ie must be after ten o'clock, my angel. **Ye-c-es, George, dear.”” “Had n't I better go, sweetheart ?” ‘o, xo, NO!” And then, over them all, fell a cloud of sweetness so heavy that it might have been borne away in a scoop-shovel. W. I, Wassell, WHERE HE CAUGHT IT. “You say you have hay fever? When did you catch it ?”” “Yes, | have Hay fever, and I caught it reading his life of Lincoln in the Century.” THE ELECTRIC AGE. New York Suraire (/o Coxpesnen Mur- perer, very courteously).— Permit me to lead you out for the volts? JJow state we give our boys a taste for elevating and refining books? Buy a few more Sunday papers with full descriptions of Whitechapel murders, and comic actresses, and talk over the things in their presence. Rockaway Bexcne (meeting HoFrMan Howes as —1 'm just going out in tie country for a day or two. Ae comes down the avenur).—Why, how are you, ole fel?