A An Appeal from Women to Women BOUT twenty years ago a Sheppard Towner Act went into ef small group of Cornell University faculty wives persuaded President Schurmann to open a department of Home Economics in the College of Agriculture. One of our first acts was to get ready a bulletin on "The Care and Feeding of Children." We had to send it to the of fice of the college for approval before it could be printed. It It came back with these words, "We can't print this. It isn't Agriculture." History repeats itself, and the bill introduced in the New Hampshire Legislature which would secure for New Hampshire a federal appropriation provided by the Sheppard Towner bill has met the reply from one faction in the house, "We can't pass this. It isn't state's rights." It is difficult for mere women to understand why state's rights should be an argument against the saving of the lives of mothers and babies, whereas it is not the argument when gypsy moths or corn borers are involved, but the history of the Sheppard Towner bill in various states shows almost without exception that the states refusing the federal appropriation are accepting money to protect their crops, their forests, and their cattle. Possibly the reason for this distinction is the same which led to the founding of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals many years before there was any organization for the Prevention of Prevention of Cruelty to Children. Every year in the United States we are losing 250,000 babies, and between 15,000 and 16,000 mothers die in childbirth. Most of these deaths are from preventable causes. This deathrate has not decreased in twenty years, until the past year when the fect. One half the deaths of mothers are from child-bed fever which we have known how to prevent for thirty years. Until the Sheppard Towner money became available this country had spent no federal money on maternal and infant aid. It is safer to be a mother in Sweden, Norway, Italy, France, Prussia, England, Ireland, Scotland, Wales, New Zealand, Hungary, Japan, Australia and Belgium, than in the United States of America. The Sheppard Towner Act was devised in an effort to remedy this situation. It provides that a sum of money shall be given by the federal government under certain conditions to each state to be used under the direction of the State Board of Health in co-operation with the Children's Bureau, to be at the disposal of every woman who desires instruction in maternal maternal and infant hygiene, and to provide public health nurses, health centers, prenatal clinics, infant clinics, and medical and nursing care in hospital or home. Nothing is compulsory. Aid is given only on request. The bill further provides that if a state will appropriate dollar for dollar an equal amount a further sum of money will be given for the work. Forty-two state have accepted the provisions of this act. If New Hampshire adopts the provisions of the Sheppard Towner bill and makes the appropriation proIvided for in the bill under consideration in the house, there will be about $20,000 available for use in New Hampshire in furthering this great work, and this with an expense to the state itself of only $7,988.31. The opposition which we have already referred to provides simply for the re We are keeping a record of the number of times that information is given us. And to give zest to the research we are running a competition between this remark and "What do you think of this for winter weather?" Up to the end of last week the weather was ahead-the record standing about like the vote on the Bass fact-finding resolution. Then we went to Boston. New Hampshire natives who live in the Hub have had their impression of New Hampshire weather dulled by comparison with weathers more recently encountered, but they still retain their sense of pride in the legislature. Now the record is slightly in favor of the legislature-but the weather is a close runner-up. One thing we notice about New Hampshire weather is that it shares the fine democracy of the state. It is no respecter of persons. In the Hall of Representatives the other day it was our good fortune to behold His Excellency the Governor of New Hampshire in close conference with one of the members of the Honorable Senate. We aren't used to Governors-or even Senators—yet, and it gave us quite a thrill. We wondered what weighty affair of state was being settled in that informal tete-a-tete. We edged a little closer and caught His Excellency's words "But I took two aspirin tablets and it didn't do any good!" And the Governor is not the only one. It takes a lot of weather to knock out the New Hampshire Legislature, however. In spite of sneezes the game of lawmaking goes on. In our opinion it ranks high among New Hampshire's justly famous winter sports. Even skiing-which we tried ourself the other evening with more. or less distinguished success-pales in comparison. Which does not mean that we belittle the sport of skiing. Far from it. It didn't take us long to come to the conclusion in regard to it which Darius Greene reached as a result of his flying-machine experiences. Skiing is wonderful-so long as one keeps skiing; it's only when one stops skiing in the middle of a hill that the sun and stars begin to reel. A day in the Legislature when the game is really on has all the thrill of a ski jump and is less dangerous. We still have an uncertain feeling in the House, similar to our emotions at football games. We are afraid of cheering at the wrong times, but in a general way we know when one side or the other scores a touchdown. We are in complete sympathy with the Gentleman from Berlin who made the laconic speech destined to live long in New Hampshire history -"Mr. Speaker, I am a young man. I never was in a place like this before." Neither were we. But we like it. No doubt the gentleman from Berlin does, too. Even when we get a bit tangled up about the main trend of affairs we one day on the technique of washing White Wyandotte roosters. Now we are wondering whether running a chicken laundry would pay better than editing. Of course we'd expect the Gentleman from Manchester to act on our board of directors. So far our biggest thrill in the session came from a speech by the Honorable James O. Lyford. We've forgotten his subject, but it was masterly oratory and-which is the point he used a copy of the GRANITE MONTHLY to punctuate and accentuate his remarks. Only an editorand a green, young one at that-can fully realize the effect produced upon us by the incident. In editorial conference afterwards the GRANITE MONTHLY gave Mr. Lyford an unanimous vote of thanks for his help in making the magazine a power in state affairs. can enjoy the side skirmishes-those times for instance when a player gets his signals mixed and makes an illtimed motion. Watch the old guard slide from its seats and swoop down upon the offender. There is a hasty whispered conversation. The motion is withdrawn. The wheels of partisan publication we mustn't make government move smoothly once more. We are apt to be pretty seriousminded and the educational aspects of our new association with the big men of the state loom large in our thoughts. Every day and in every way we are getting wiser and wiser. For instance, we had always thought that the Lewandos Cleansing Company's trade mark, with its clothesline full of freshly laundered chicks, was allegorical or symbolic or something until at Reverend Gentleman from Manchester discoursed to us at length That speech of Mr. Lyford's must have been on the 48-hour law, that being the chief source of oratory these days. Being a strictly non remarks on this controversial issue. But we may so far overstep the bounds of non-partisanship as to say that the GRANITE MONTHLY pledges its full support to the movement, briefly mentioned in the heat of argument by one gentleman whose name has slipped our memory—the movement in favor of a 48-hour DAY. It is a measure for which humanity has long waited in vain. We believe it would solve labor troubles and insure everlasting peace and happiness -even to editors. In comparison to it even the bill to increase the bounty on hedgehogs seems trivial. H. F. M. I Where New Hampshire Brain Power Is Generated BY HENRY BAILEY STEVENS geared into the high-powered machinery of current life. Something was being manufactured here. "Why not?" I asked myself, and was at once amused with the thought that evidently there was a night shift on the job. T is a strange experience on a was going on that was intimately moonless evening to walk along the country road that leads into Durham village from the west. The occasional tall elm tree that looms like a great umbrella above, the stone-walls whose outlines can be just distinguished at each side, even the ruts and stones of the highway itself, suggest only the peace and quiet of the open country. Ahead one would expect to find a grocery store, a church or two, a few vinecovered houses, and nothing else. Suddenly a turn in the road brings one into the electric glare of the hundred lighted windows of several dormitories. A great blaze they make into the night, while over at the left, like a tall sentinel, stands the clocktower of Thompson Hall, and beyond it the power-house chimney shoots up sparks impudently toward the hidden stars. As I viewed this scene one evening last November, the thought came to me insistently that I was looking at a large modern factory. Behind those lighted windows some process After all, is not this institution of New Hampshire College a great Knowledge Factory, receiving yearly its unfinished products in the shape of human minds and turning out a yearly grist of trained young men and women to do a better duty in the world? Putting a point to raw ambition? Giving the edge to unshaped creative force? Yes, and more than this; for, at least so far as agriculture is concerned, its dynamos have been hitched up with the people throughout the whole state. Here, in the research laboratories of the State Experiment station, new combinations of facts are being evolved to improve New Hampshire's 2,600,000 farm acres, while a force of extension agents, like a body of commercial salesmen, is carrying the idea of better farm and home conditions into 93 per cent of the communities of the state. The commonwealth has set up here at Durham a power-producing plant, whose current generated is felt from Rye on the coast to Pittsburg at the Canadian line. In order to observe the process of "manufacture" more closely, it may be worth while to follow one of the products of the main plant through the course of a day. As soon as one does so, however, the metaphor falls flat. This rumpled hair and freckled face which have just had their morning pull through an elastic blue jersey defy the conception of a machine-made product. Those firm muscles and tingling nervecells do not run along oiled trackways like the assembling parts of a Ford car. We must be more careful now in our language. It is seven o'clock in the morning, and the young man who has pulled on the jersey has recently taken his turn under the common shower-bath of his "floor." The looking-glass before which he combs his moist hair reflects part of a blue banner with "New Hampshire" in large white letters on it, the corner of a desk with an array of text-books, and the white end of a small iron bed in an alcove. In fact, there is a second bed which does not show in the glass and which is occupied by our friend's room-mate. On the chiffonier which holds the glass are three or four photographs, one of the boy's mother and others of younger ladies -girl friends. There is nothing luxurious about the room; it is a place to study in and to sleep in; that is all, and that is enough. There are about 250 rooms like this in the various college dormitories, accomodating nearly 500 students, and rented by the college at a price sufficiently low to pay only a nominal interest on the investment. With a call to his room-mate, the boy takes text-books, a note-book and cap, and leaves his room for the morning. In a few minutes he is in a line with several others before the blackboards of the cafeteria in the Commons building, selecting his morning meal. Probably he has a "regular," collecting it on his tray and having it punched on his weekly meal ticket. The self-service plan and the fact that a large number of persons can be accommodated make it possible for the dining-hall management to serve food at low prices. There is no attempt to make a profit, but it is insisted that the food should be of good quality and that the entire establishment be kept clean and wholesome. The boy carries his tray of steaming oatmeal, eggs, muffins and coffee to one of the long tables where several fellow students are seated; they talk earnestly, between bites, of studies, of basketball, of girls, of professors, of whatnot. There is time for a few minutes' study before recitations begin at eight o'clock; but as the clock in the Thompson Hall tower strikes, long lines of students from various parts of the campus start for their appointed classes. There are three divisions, into which all of the students fall, according to their choice,those of Agriculture, Engineering, and Arts and Science. It is nearly an even chance as to which of the three will have been selected by our friend, the boy. If he is specializing in agriculture, his choicest courses will be found to lie in the following lines: general agriculture, animal husbandry, dairy husbandry, forestry, horticulture, poultry husbandry, or teacher tarining; but he must also, in order to have a wellrounded education, include other subjects, such as English, economics, chemistry, chemistry, mathematics. If he is training to be an engineer, he may |