Ida A. Harper in Terre Haute Mail
Whichever way a woman tunu she rune
agaluat a cradle. It is tbe “rock” which stands
between her and progreea. Whether to s-'ale
that lock, whether to go aronnd it or to sit
helpleaaly down beeido it, that is the question,
and behold across the sea, ootnoe the aolution
of tbe problem, the Baby Incubator! It
is a French invention, as one might sup
pose, and ooneiata simply of a glass box,
lined and padded and wnrmed by steam.
Here yon put your baby, you feed it regularly,
and. at the end of six or eight months, yon
take it out and lo! it is as fat and rosy and
strong as a child two years old, and one per
son can take a dozen children through this
proeees at the same time. When a young man
marriee he can get an incubator, along
with the rest of hi» household goods, and
on its downy cushions he can place the
baby, or the twins, (where they will lie much
safer titan with the average nursery maid,) and
then hie wife will be free to run for office and
ait on juries and loaf around saloon* and usurp
all those divine rights of man. which he takes
it for granted she is dying to dtf?* No more
loss of sleep. no more sacrifloe of
Mme and health and peace and money
and pleasure and comfort and society,
all for the blessed baby. Hdence, which is ever
*4>eking to restrain the forces nf nature, has,
in this case, tackled a moat irrepressible, nn
controllable power, and wo cannot believe that
science come out ahead until we have the
invention thoroughly tested br that most inde
pendent and unmanageable of all creations,tht
Ameriuan baby
Progreaa.
