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Show Baby's Bacterial Balance. When the May baby and the June baby had got well acquainted they exchanged confidences. "My milk comes from a certified cow," said the May baby. "So does mine," said the June baby. "It Is milked by a man in a white suit, with sterilised hands, through absorbent cotton, and kept at a temperature of 45 degrees." "So Is mine." "It is brought to me in prophylactic wagon drawn by modified horses." "So is mine." "Then, how In thunder do you msnage to be so fat and well?" The June baby winked slylv. "I chew old paper and the corners of the rugs and anything I can find that Is dirty, and In that way I manage to maintain that bacterial bac-terial balance which is essential to health." he said, chuckling. The May baby laughed long and loud. "8o do I." said he. . The mammas heard the goo-gooing. but they assigned to it only the usual fantastic fantas-tic significance. It was Just ss well. New York Commerclsl |