Fortnight ago in Atlantic City, a Mrs. Tillie Anapol's baby son was hospitalized for diphtheria. She demanded to stay with him, but was of course ejected. She thereupon got a ladder, placed it against a window of the isolation ward, spent five nights and days on the ladder top, soothing, encouraging, comforting her young. Press photographers, marveling at such devotion, came to take her picture, drove her away.
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