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Getting Fire to Burn Briskly to
Produce Quick Ileat on Cold
Mornings
\\J HAT a joy and comfort it is
to get your home heated
quickly on cold mornings! And
how easily it can be done!
Shake the grates gently. When
a red glow appears in the ash
pit, stop shaking. Next, open
the ashpit damper and close the
check damper until the fire burns
briskly. Should fresh fuel be nec
essary, feed it on the fire in a
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add a full charge of coal. When
the gases have burned off, reset
the dampers for normal burning.
This same rule applies should
the fire get very low and almost
burn itself out at any time. Be
careful not to smother it with too
much coal. Open the ashpit dam
per and close the check damper.
When the fire again is burning
brightly, shake the grates gently
until the first red glow appears
in the ashpit, add a full charge
of fuel, allow the gases to burn
off, reverse the dampers—close
the ashpit damper and open the
check damper. That’s the way to
save fuel and cut down trips to
the Cellar.
Gild Their Teeth
The ladies in old Japan and also
of today, to some extent, gild their
teeth, and those of the Indies
paint them red. In Greenland the
women color their faces with blue
and yellow. However fresh the
complexion of the Muscovite may
be, she would think herself ugly
if she was not plastered over with
paint. The Chinese used to have
their feet as diminutive as those
of the she goats. In ancient Per
sia an aquiline nose was often
thought worthy of the crown. —
Chicago Tribune.
Keep your body free of accumulat
ed waste, take Dr. Pierce’s Pleas
ant Pellets. 60 Pellets 30 cents. Adv,
Blood Is Strongest
Blood will tell, especially if it
knows that it is “blood.”
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back or shoulders feel stiff and sore, get
a bottle of Hamlins Wizard Oil and get
quick relief. Rub it on—rub it in.
Warms—soothes—gives wonderful com
fort. Will not stain. At all druggists.
Failure, Then Success
Failures may be the forerunner
of greater success.
TIRED ALL
THE TIME
SHE TOLD HIM
WHAT TO DO
FEELS LIKE NEW!
THANKS TO CLEVER WIFE..
TTE wasn’t himself. Had too many restless
n nights, too many tired days. Seemed to lose
his ambition. But his clever wife was too smart
to let this go on. She insisted that he try
Nature’s Remedy (NR Tablets).and he found
out what a surprising difference it made to use
a laxative of entirely vegetable origin. Hedidn t
mind taking NRs at all. they were so gentle,
and non-habit forming. They simply made
him feel like a
new man. Get ^ ,
a 25c box at <■
any drugstore
today.
THE CHEERFUL CHERUB
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ny mind is always
active- now
With plans and
calculating.
I don’t complain of
poverty
I find it stimulating?.
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W.N.U.SERVICE.
SYNOPSIS
Philo Vance, famous detective, and
John F. X, Markham, district attorney
for New York county, are dining in
Vance's apartment when Vance receives
an anonymous telephone message in
forming him of a "disturbing psychologi
cal tension at Professor Ephriam Gar
den's apartment” advising that he read
up on radio-active sodium, consult a
passage in the Aeneid and counseling
that “Equanimity is essential.” Pro
fessor Garden is famous in chemical
research. The message, decoded by
Vance, reminds him that Professor Gar
den's son Floyd and his puny cousin,
Woode Swift, are addicted to horse-rac
ing. Vance says that "Equanimity” is
a horse running next day in the River
mont handicap. Vance is convinced that
the message was sent by Dr. Siefert.
the Gardens’ family physician. He ar
ranges to have funch next day at the
Gardens' penthouse. Vance is greeted
by Floyd Garden and meets Lowe
Hammle, an elderly follower of horse
racing. Floyd expresses concern over
Swift's queer actions. Mrs. Garden, sup
posedly ill. comes downstairs and places
a $100 bet on a horse. Gathered around
an elaborate loud speaker service, listen
ing to the racing are Cecil Kroon,
Madge Weatherby and Zalia Graem,
who bet varying amounts on the race.
There is tension under the surface gai
ety. Zalia and Sw‘ft are not on speak
ing terms. Kroon leaves to keep an
appointment before the race starts. Miss
Beeton, a nurse, and Vance bet on
“Azure Star.” Swift recklessly bets $10,
000 on "Equanimity” and goes to the
roof garden to hear the results. Floyd
follows Swift, remaining away several
minutes. Zalia answers a phone call in
the den. Soon after the announcement
that "Azure Star” wins, the guests hear
a shot. Vance finds Swift dead, shot
through the head with a revolver nearby.
He says Swift has been murdered. After
calling the police, he finds the door of a
vault ajar. Kroon returns and is sharply
questioned by Vance, who finds he had
not left the building. Vance orders Miss
Beeton to guard the stairway and pre
vent Mrs. Garden and Zalia from view
ing Swift's body. Floyd Garden admits
the revolver belongs to his father.
CHAPTER V—Continued
Garden meditated for several mo
ments. He looked off into space and
puffed steadily on his pipe.
“I am trying to remember,” he
said reminiscently, “just who was
here the day Zalia came upon the
gun—”
“What day was that?” Vance cut
in sharply.
“It was about three months ago,”
Garden explained. “You see, we
used to have the telephone set-up
connected upstairs in the study. But
some of the western races came in
so late that it began to interfere
with the old gentleman’s routine
when he came home from the uni
versity. So we moved the parapher
nalia down into the drawing room.
As a matter of fact, it was more
convenient; and the mater didn't
object—in fact, she rather enjoyed
it—”
“But what happened on this par
ticular day?” insisted Vance.
“Well, we were all upstairs in the
study, going through the whole silly
racing rigmarole that you witnessed
this afternoon, when Zalia Graem,
who always sat at the old gentle
man’s desk, began opening the
drawers, looking for a piece of
scratch paper on which to figure
the mutuels. She finally opened the
center drawer and saw the revolv
er. She brought it out with a flour
ish and, laughing like a silly school
girl, pointed it around the room.
I reprimanded her—rather rudely,
I’m afraid—and ordered her to put
the revolver back in its place, as
it was loaded—and just then a race
came over the amplifier, and the
episode was ended.”
"Most interestin’,” murmured
Vance. “And can you recall how
many of those present today were
likewise present at Miss Graem’s
little entr’acte?”
“I rather think they were all
there, if my memory is correct.”
Vance sighed.
“A bit futile—eh, what? No >os
sible elimination along that line.”
Garden looked up, startled.
“Elimination? I don’t understand.
We were all downstairs here this
afternoon except Kroon — and he
was out—when the shot was fired.”
At this moment there was a slight
commotion in the hallway. It sound
eu as if a scuffle of some kind was
in process, and a shrill, protesting
voice mingled with the calm but
determined tones of the nurse.
Vance went immediately to the door
and threw it open. •There, just out
side the den door, only a short dis
tance from the stairway, were Miss
Weatherby and Miss Beeton. The
nurse had a firm hold on the other
woman and was calmly arguing
with her. As Vance stepped toward
them, Miss Weatherby turned to
face him and drew herself up arro
gantly.
“What’s the meaning of this?”
she demanded. “Must I be mauled
by a menial because I wish to go
upstairs?”
“Miss Beeton has orders that no
one is to go upstairs," Vance said
sternly. “And I was unaware that
she is a menial."
“But why can't I go upstairs?”
the woman asked with dramatic em
phasis. “I want to see poor Woody.
Death is eo beautiful; and I was
very fond of Woody. By whose
orders, pray, am I being denied
this last communion with the de
parted?”
“By my orders,” Vance told her
coldy. “Furthermore, this particu
lar death is far from beautiful, I
assure you. And the police will be
here any minute. Until then no one
will be permitted to disturb any
thing upstairs."
“Then why,” she demanded with
histrionic indignation, “was this—
this woman”—she glanced with ex
aggerated contempt at the nurse—
‘‘coming down the stairs herself
when I came into the hall?”
Vance made no attempt to hide
a smile of amusement.
"I’m sure I don’t know. I may
ask her later. But she happens to
be under instructions from me to
let no one go upstairs. Will you be
so good, Miss Weatherby,” he add
ed, almost harshly, "as to return
to the drawing room and remain
there until the officials arrive?”
The woman glared superciliously
at the nurse, and then, with a toss
of the head, strode toward the
archway.
The nurse, obviously embar
rassed, turned to resume her post,
but Vance stopped her.
“Were you upstairs, Miss Bee
ton?” he asked in a kindly tone.
She was standing very erect, her
face slightly flushed. She looked
Vance frankly and firmly in the
eye and slowly shook her head.
“I haven’t left my post, Mr.
Vance,” she said quietly. “I un
derstand my duty.”
Vance returned her gaze for a
moment, and then bowed his head
slightly.
"Thank you, Miss Beeton,” he
said.
He came back into the den, and
closing the door, addressed Garden
again.
“Now that we have disposed tem
porarily of the theatrical queen,”
—he smiled sombrely—"suppose we
continue with our little chat.”
Garden chuckled mildly and be
gan repacking his pipe.
"Queer girl, Madge; always act
ing like a tragedienne—but I don’t
think she’s ever really been on the
stage.”
"You heard her tell me she was
particularly fond of Swift,” re
marked Vance. "Just what did she
mean by that?”
Garden shrugged. "Nothing at
all, if you ask me. She didn’t know
that Woody was on earth, so to
speak. But dead, Woody becomes a
dramatic possibility.”
"Yes, yes — quite,” murmured
Vance. "Which reminds me: what
was the tiff between Swift and Miss
Graem about? I noticed your little
peace-maker advances this after
noon.”
Garden became serious.
“1 haven’t been able to figure
that situation out myself. Woody
was pretty deep in the new-mown
hay as far as Zalia went. Hovered
round her all the time, and took
all her good - natured bantering
without a murmur. Then, sudden
ly, the embryonic love affair—or
whatever it was—went sour. Ob
viously something had happened,
but 1 never got the straight of it.
It may have been a new flame on
Woody’s part—I rather imagine it
was something of the kind. As for
Zalia, she was never serious about
it anyway. And I have an idea
that Woody wanted that extra twen
ty thousand today for some reason
connected with Zalia . . .” Garden
stopped speaking abruptly and
slapped his thigh. “By George! I
wouldn’t be surprised if that hard
bitten little gambler had turned
Woody down because he was com
paratively hard up. You can’t tell
about these girls today. They’re as
practical as the devil himself.”
Vance nodded thoughtfully.
“Your observations rather fit with
the remarks she made to me a little
while ago. She, too, wanted to
go upstairs to see Swift. Gave as
her excuse the fact that she felt
she was to blame for the whole
sordid business.”
Garden grinned.
"Well, there you are.” Then he
remarked judicially: “But you can
never tell about women.”
“1 wonder.” Vance smoked in si
lence for a moment. Then he went
on: "There’s another matter in con
nection with Swift which you might
be able to clear up for me. Could
you suggest any reason why, when
I placed the bet on Azure Star for
Miss Beeton this afternoon, Swift
should have looked at me as if he
would enjoy murdering me?”
“I saw that too,” Garden nodded.
“I can’t say it meant anything
much. Woody was always a weak
sister where any woman was con
cerned. It took little to make him
think he’d fallen in love. He may
have become infatuated with the
nurse—he’d been seeing her around
here for the past few months. And
now that you mention it, he’s been
somewhat poisonous toward me on
several occasions because she was
more or less friendly with me and
ignored him entirely. But I’ll say
this for Woody: if he did have ideas
about Miss Beeton, his taste is im
proving. She’s an unusual girl—
different . .
Vance nodded his head slowly
and gazed with peculiar concentra
tion out the window.
”Yes,’’ he murmured. “Quite dif
ferent." Then, as if bringing him
self back from some alien train of
thought, he crushed out his ciga
rette and leaned forward. “How
ever, we’ll drop speculation for the
moment . . . Suppose you tell me
something about the vault upstairs.”
Garden glanced up in evident sur
prise.
“There’s nothing to tell about that
old catch-all. It’s neither mysteri
ous nor formidable. And it’s really
not a vault at all. Several years
ago the pater found that he had ac
cumulated a lot of private papers
and experimental data that he didn’t
want casual callers messing in. So
he had this fire-proof storeroom built
to house these scientific treasures
of his. The vault, as you call it,
was built ns much for mere privacy
as for actual safe-keeping. It’s just
a very small room with shelves
around the walls."
“Has everyone In the house ac
cess to it?” asked Vance.
“Anyone so inclined," replied
Garden. “But who in the name of
Heaven, would want to go in there?”
"Really, y’ know. I haven't the
groggiest notion." Vance returned,
“except that I found the door to it
unlatched when I was coming
downstairs a little while ago.”
Garden shrugged carelessly, as if
the matter was neither important
nor unusual.
“Probably,” he suggested, "the
pater didn't shut the door tightly
when he went out this morning. It
has a spring lock.”
“And the key?”
“The key is a mere matter of
form. It hangs conveniently on a
small nail at the side of the door.”
“Accordingly,” mused Vance, "the
vault is readily accessible to any
one in the household who cares to
enter it.”
Vance went to the door. “Miss
Beeton,” he called, “will you be
The Nurse Informed Vance That
the Key Was Where It Was Al
ways Kept.
good enough to run upstairs and see
if the key to the vault door is in
its place?”
A few moments later the nurse re
turned and informed Vance that the
key was where it was always kept.
| Vance thanked her and, closing
the den door, turned again to Gar
den.
‘‘There's one more rather impor
tant matter that you can clear up
for me—it may have a definite bear
ing on the situation. Can the gar
den be entered from the fire exit
j opening on the roof?”
‘‘Yes, by George!” The other sat
up with alacrity. “There’s a gate
1 in the east fence of the garden,
I just beside the privet hedge, which
leads upon the terrace on which the
fire exit of the building opens. When
we had the fence built we were re
1 quired to put this gate in because
1 of the fire laws. But it’s rarely
used, except on hot summer nights.
Still, if anyone came up the main
stairs to the roof and went out the
emergency fire door, he could easily
enter our garden by coming through
that gate in the fence.”
‘‘Don't you keep the gate locked?”
Vance was studying the tip of his
cigarette with close attention.
“The Are regulations don’t permit
that. We merely have an old-fash
ioned barn-door lift-latch on it.”
We could hear the sharp ringing
of the entrance bell, and a door
opening somewhere. Vance stepped
out into the hall. A moment later
the butler admitted District Attor
ney Markham and Sergeant Heath,
accompanied by Snitkin and Hen
nessey.
“Well, what’s the trouble,
Vance?” Markham demanded
brusquely. "I phoned Heath, as
you requested, and brought him up
with me.”
"It’s a bad business,” Vance re
turned. “Same like I told you. I’m
afraid you’re in for some difficulties.
It’s no ordin’ry crime. Everything
I’ve been able to learn so far con
tradicts everything else.” He looked
past Markham and nodded pleas
antly to Heath. “Sorry to make
you all this trouble, Sergeant.”
"That’s all right, Mr. Vance."
Heath held out his hand in solemn
good-nature. “Glad I was in when
the chief called. What’s it all about,
and where do we go from here?”
Mrs. Garden came bustling ener
getically down the hallway.
“Are you the district attorney?”
she asked, eyeing Markham fero
ciously. Without waiting for an an
swer, she went on: "This whole
thing is an outrage. My poor neph
ew shot himself and this gentleman
here”—she looked at Vance with
supreme contempt—“is trying to
make a scandal out of it.” Her eyes
swept over Heath and the two de
tectives. "And I suppose you're the
police. There’s no reason what
ever for your being here."
Markham looked steadfastly at
the woman and seemed to take in
the situation immediately
“Madam, if things are as you
say,” he promised in a pacifying,
yet grave, tone, “you need have no
fear of any scandal."
“I’ll leave the matter entirely in
your hands, sir,” the woman re
turned with calm dignity. She
turned and walked back up the hall.
"A most tryin' and complicated
state of affairs, Markham.” Vance
took the matter up again. "I ad
I mit the chap upstairs appears to
have killed himself. But that, I
think, is what everyone is supposed
to believe. Tableau superficially cor
rect. Stage direction and decor
fairly good. But the whole far from
perfect. I observed several dis
crepancies."
Garden, who had been standing in
the doorway to the den, came for
ward, and Vance introduced him to
Markham and Heath. Then Vance
turned to the sergeant.
“I think you’d better have either
Snitkin or Hennessey remain down
here and see that no one leaves the
apartment for a little while." He
addressed Garden. "I hope you
don’t mind.”
"Not at all," Garden replied com
placently. "I’ll join the others in
the drawing-room. I feel the need
of a highball, anyway. He includ
ed us all in a curt bow and moved
up the hall.
"We’d better go up to the
roof now, Markham," said Vance.
"I’ll run over the whole matter with
you. There are some strange angles
to the case. I don’t at all like it.”
He moved down the hall, and
Markham and Heath and I followed
him. But before he mounted the
stairs he stopped and turned to the
nurse.
“You needn’t keep watch here any
longer, Miss Beeton,” he said. “And
thanks for your help. But one
more favor: when the medical ex
aminer comes, please bring him di
rectly upstairs.”
The girl inclined her head in ac
quiescence and stepped into the bed
room.
We went immediately up to the
garden. As we stepped out on the
roof, Vance indicated the body of
Swift slumped in the chair.
"There’s the johnnie,” he said.
"Just as he was found.”
Markham and Heath moved clos
er to the huddled figure and studied
it for a few moments. At length
Heath looked up with a perplexed
frown.
"Well, Mr. Vance,” he announced
querulously, “it looks like suicide,
all right." He shifted his cigar from
one corner of his mouth to the other.
Markham too turned to Vance. He
nodded his agreement with the Ser
geant’s observation.
“It certainly has the appearance
of suicide, Vance,” he remarked.
"No—oh, no,” Vance sighed. “Not
suicide. A deuced brutal crime—
and clever no end.”
Markham smoked a while, still
staring at the dead man skeptically;
then he sat down facing Vance.
"Let’s have the whole story be
fore Doremus gets here,” he re
quested.
Vance remained standing, his
eyes moving aimlessly about the
garden. After a moment he re
counted succinctly, but carefully,
the entire sequence of events of the
afternoon, describing the group of
people present, with their relation
ships and temperamental clashes;
the various races and wagers;
Swift’s retirement to the garden for
the results of the big Handicap;
and, finally, the shot which had
aroused us all and brought us up
stairs. When he had finished, Mark
ham worried his chin for a moment.
"I still can’t see a single fact,” he
objected, "that does not point logi
cally to suicide.”
Vance leaned against the wall be
side the study window and lighted
a cigarette.
(TO UK CONTINUED)
Tell the Bees
In savage countries and in many
country districts of England and
the world over, the bees are held
to be members of the household.
A death in the family must always
be “told to the Bees,”—otherwise
they will be offended and desert
their hives, taking away with them
the luck of the house. When a
wedding occurs the bees expect
their hives to be decorated with
white ribbon or rosettes. When
treated with this consideration the
bees are supposed i.ever to sting
members of the household. Other
superstitions about bees are that
one should never shout at them,
but tell them important news in
whispers; one should not quarrel
near a hive, lest the bees tight,
too, and destroy one another. Nor
will bees sting half wits, even when
disturbed.—Tit-Bits Magazine.
Jb.Qimy'U'&wttdTi
TAfLKO ABOUT
Counting the Calories
SOME readers may be in
clined to question the cor
rectness of insurance figures
as to the effect of overweight
and underweight on health,
but when we realize the com
petition there is for life insur
ance business you may rest
assured that if fat individuals
over forty years and thin in
dividuals under thirty years
of age were as safe to insure
as those of normal weight
they would be accepted by
the insurance companies
without question.
But the fact stands out In the fig
ures of all the insurance companies
that these two class
es (over forty and
fat, and under thirty
and thin) are not as
good risks as those
of normal weight.
Naturally when an
overweight applies
for life insurance
and is told that he
will be accepted but
that his premiums
will be as high as a
Ilr. Barton man five to ten
years older because
of his overweight, it makes him do
some thinking. He is told that if he
will reduce his weight to normal
he will have his premiums reduced.
With the thought that his over
weight means that he is five to ten
years older in body than he Is in
years, that he is more likely to
be attacked by ailments and is a
poor risk should surgical opera
tion be necessary, he may decide
to get rid of his fat in “quick” time.
He obtains a card or booklet show
ing the food values in calories of
the various foods and to his aston
ishment learns that for his height
and build he should be eating food
to the value of 3,000 calories a day,
and he has been eating regularly
food to the value of 5,000 calories.
What Study Teaches Him
As he studies the values of foods
measured from the amount that
equals 100 calories he may decide
that if a piece of cheese an inch
wide, an inch high, and an inch
thick is equal to 100 calories, and
it takes 20 stalks of asparagus &r
30 radishes, or 30 stalks of celery to
equal 100 calories, he’ll do without
the cheese and eat more aspasagus,
celery and cauliflower. Now this is
not unwise because green vegeta
bles have the same effect on the
body or in the body as cheese.
As the overweight studies the list
further he finds that a small piece
of meat, three inches by two inches
by one-half inch thick—less than an
ordinary serving — represents 100
calories, that a piece of fish the
same size but a little thicker equals
100 calories and th3t a large egg
also equals 100 calories he figures
that these foods are too “rich” in
food value for his blood and he’ll
leave meat, eggs and fish alone.
When he turns to another common
food, bread, he is astonished to find
that an ordinary sized slice of bread
equals 100 calories as does also a
single roll, and that an ordinary
muffin equals more than 100 calo
ries. Similarly one single potato of
ordinary size equals 100 calories
and one to three lumps of sugar, ac
cording to size, equal 100 calories.
Mind Over Matter
There was a time when a physi
cian was interested only in what
he discovered when he made his
examination—murmurs in the heart,
rales (rattling noises in the lungs),
creaking in joints, sugar or albumen
in urine and other findings. The
patient was asked a few general
questions. The patient’s home life
or surroundings, the way he re
acted or responded to trouble or
difficulties, the calmness or upset
ment of his mind were not consid
ered a vital pari of the cause or
treatment of his condition.
Today practically every physician
recognizes the power of mind over
matter, and there is no greater faith
healer anywhere than the compe
tent beloved family physician.
Thus we find that psychology—
the science of the mind and the
emotions—is not only being used in
psychiatry—treating the diseases if
the mind, but psychology is being
used to treat and to prevent dis
eases of the body; this is called
psycho-therapy.
It has been known for some time
that mental suggestions—psycho
therapy—can actually correct trou
bles in the body and prevent real
or organic ailments from develop
ing. It has more recently become
known through Professor Cannon of
Harvard and Dr. Geo Crile, Cleve
land, that organic disease can
actually be developed in the body
by wrong or incorrect thinking.
Thinking inwardly, having a pho
bia—fear—toward an ailment or ail
ments, can so affect the workings of
the body processes that actual dis
ease occurs.
© Western Newspaper Union.
IhucLe Phil
today and Tomorrow
Tomorrow is not yours, and it is
yet uncertain whether it ever will
be. Today is the only time which
you can with the least shadow of
propiiety call your own.
Of course we are all tinctured
more or less with pessimism, but
it is as bad form to talk about it
as it is to be a whooping optimist.
If it is your disposition to lead
the parade, you will find a parade
somewhere, even though small.
If men didn’t have to think and
worry over making a living, they
would be handsomer.
Understanding and Knowledge
Knowledge, without understand
ing, is as ineffective as was steam
before Watts discovered how it
could be applied.
Your friend is not the one who
tells the truth about you, but con
ceals some of it. Bless his loyal
heart!
People perpetually pursuing
thrills give you the impression of
being hystericky or worse still—
unbalanced.
Work and Values
The wealth of the world is not
its money; it is in what we produce
by work.
One is not born with a con
science. It comes with the years.
The way to enjoy living is to
keep going; no matter how yon
feel, you’re interested.
A woman has fathomless cour
age when she undertakes to engi
neer a love affair between two
other people.
The right sort of a husband is
swollen with pride when his wife
is the best-dressed woman at the
party.
Servitude of Self
I will have a care of being a
slave to myself, for it is a per
petual, a shameful, and the heav
iest of all servitudes; and this may
be done by uncontrolled desires.—
Seneca.
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On every side today people are being
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minutes after eating. OR — take two
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Relief comes almost at once —
usually in a few minutes. Nausea,
“gas”—fullness after eating and
“acid indigestion” pains leave. You
feel like a new person.
Try this way. You’ll be surprised
at results. Get cither the liquid |Phil
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"Quotations"
The whole secret of life is to he
interested in one thing profoundly
and in a thousand things well.—
Hugh Walpole.
Do not cast your heart before the
world; the world is an ill-trained
dog which does not retrieve.—
Victor Chrrhuliez.
The thing that impresses me is
the reverence that Americans show
for great men and great deeds.—
Emil Ludwig.
No other factor in the intellectual
life of Americans is more important
then the colleges for women.—
Owen D. Young.
I am certain the world crisis will
soon pass, owing to the general favor
able i . action.—David Lloyd George.
