One year ago, when the decree went forth that all children must be vaccinated, I refused to allow my child—a girl of eleven—to submit. Once I should have been among the first; but having learned some of the truth contained in Christian Science, could not submit to such a thing. For some reason, she was allowed to remain in the school while all her mates were vaccinated. Frequently she would tell me how their arms looked, as they compared them one with the other. I noticed her occasionally rubbing her arm; and asking the reason why, she laughingly replied. "I guess my vaccination is taking." Taking hold of her arm one day, she complained of its hurting. Upon examination, I found as perfect a pustule as any ever formed by the vaccination process, and yet her arm had not been seen or touched by any physician.
Hallowell, Me.
