A BABY SHOW.

Dominion, Volume 4, Issue 1187, 24 July 1911, Page 5

A BABY SHOW.

THE LONG PINK LINE. Tho Stadium at the Exhibition on Sntur. : day afternoon was a wonderful eight. It Boomed to bo nothing bnt_ babies—tat pink ' babies, babies asleep, babies awake, laueli- • ing babies, crying babies, and babies laughing' and crying at the same time. To glance down the lino of mothers, all i holding pink atoms ol humanity on their laps—it stretched from end to end of tho Stadium—one could be easily persuaded S t.liat the Pied Piper had been at work, ; and had lured the new mothers of Wellington to tho.Exhibition. Not only were ; there single babies, but one proud mother ' exhibited a p.iiv of sturdy twins in fmo ; fettle—wonderful little chaps (or were they girls?). And outside the ring, so to speak, crowded mothers with more, babies, : who had not entered their offspring for : tho Stadium Stakes., and yet were goinu ,• ; to allow the nublio to run away witli the idea that all tho best babies in Wellington were entered in tho show. "'I would have entered my Clara," eaid one outside confidentially to a friend, "but lor , , she gels so fretful, aud you have to sit there such a time. Believe she could have taken a prize, she's lookin* , that lovely!"

"Look, 'there's a beautiful baby," said another woman. "See—no. So and so." "yes—n fine child, but 1 don't liko the colour of its 'air!" "Oh, that'll grow darker as it geta older." "Well, I hopes it will, for the mother's sake." "Three years—that youngster looks more than three," said a young mother, glancing suspiciously at one of the exhibits. ■ "Some mothers will do anything for a. prize—it won'! get my vote, anyhow!" "Oh, the darlings," niunntirod a M'lvorliaiveil old lndy, vlto evidently saw in thn Ion? festoon of baby buds the sweetest sight in the world. "Oil, look, aren't they sweet?—look at that little pet fast asleep. How old is it? Only four month?, Well—it ought to get a prize. It's a beautiful child." The young mother (lushed with pleasure at tho praiso from this dear sift-voiced old lady, and was happy for the rest of tho afternoon.