You must know from common observation that in babyhood the head is big out of all proportion to the rest of the body. A baby one year old has in its brain alone at least one-third of all the blood in its body. THE BIGGER AND MORE ACTIVE THE BRAIN the more blood is required to nourish it, and THE MORE THE REST OF THE BODY SUFFERS. A baby luckily born may combine a good brain and a fat body. But such luck is very rare. Nine times out of ten the best baby MENTALLY is the poorest-looking baby PHYSICALLY. We have told you in this column about the pathetic babyhood of the great Voltaire. Had he been in the foundling asylum during the recent selection of babies, he would surely be among the despised and rejected. Yet what a glory to have picked out and raised the wonderful Voltaire! Voltaire, whose name as a baby was Arouet, was the thinnest and most nervous of babies. He had a disease very much like rickets; he cried night and day, and there was little hope of keeping him alive. Pitt, the great British Prime Minister, was as sick and skinny a baby as was ever seen. Pope, when a baby, would not have seemed worth keeping alive to anybody but a loving mother. We advise the women who have spurned the two thin babies in the asylum to take another look at them. They may be the best two babies in the entire lot. A BABY CAN EDUCATE A MAN If you will read Drummond's beautiful work "The Ascent of Man," you will learn that we owe to children the good that is in us. It is the child that educates the father and mother. If you are a solemn bachelor, gradually drying up in your selfish life, try having a baby around for a while. Get a despised thin one from the asylum. Get some good, kind old woman to take care of it. Give the woman and the baby the quietest room in your house or flat, and then watch the improvement in your character. You can feed the baby for the cost of one or two cocktails daily. Your health will improve if you give up the cocktails, and watch the effect of their substitute, milk, on the little child. When you get up in the morning, if the hour is early, you will find the old woman giving the baby its bath. The poor, little thin thing will wriggle joyously in the warm water, once it gets used to the daily bathing. Its head will be soaped first, then sponged. It will be dried with a warm towel, and you can hit the tin bathtub with your keys to keep it from crying while its clothes are put on. Hold the baby for a while each morning, letting its head rest on your shoulder that its neck may not be strained. (This will give the nurse a chance to prepare the bottle that follows the bath.) It will get used to you after a few mornings. The first time it shows affection for you, you will be the proudest man in your office. If asked to take a cocktail you will say: "No, thank you. My cocktail money is spent to make a thin baby fat."