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"Hon:- and "Rest" nre two
thoughts which loom large in the
mind of Rear Admiral Roblev D
Evans these days. Glory anti honor
almost without measure have come to
This brave and aide veteran of the
Vnited States navy, and his splendid
career has been crowned by the mag
uficer.l cruise of the big fleet from the
Atlantic to the Pacific. But what is ail
til is ’ i him in comparison to the
thought of "Home and "Rest?"
San Francisco is planning a splen
did r eeption for the fleet, which is
ti!>* at that port some time during the
first of May. and the center of all the
festivities and display will he the com
W mander whose skill and devotion have
succe-sfuilv piloted the biggest fleet
over t!:. longest course which the
flee t of any nation has ever covered.
It will be a fitting climax to a most re
markable feat, but after all. the man
who has won the sobriquet of "Fight
ing Bob," and which title would indi
cate that he loved the sea better than
^ anj other thing, is looking beyond the
grand finale at the Golden Gate and
sees a lure greater than anything the
sea can offer. It is "Home" and
"Rest.”
Notwithstanding that much of the
life if Admiral Evans has been spent
upon the sea in active service for his
country, he is a home-loving man and
finds a real comfort and joy in the
midst of the family circle, which con
sists of his wife, his two daughters.
Mrs. Marsh, wife of Commander Marsh
of the I'nited Stat“s navy, and Mrs.
Harold Sewall. wife of a Boston man
who. since his marriage into the Evans
family, has acquired a large plantation
• directly on the seacoast in the island
of Porto Rico, and who has embodied
in his new house a suite of rooms de
signed especially for occupancy by the
admiral and Mrs. Evans, for Mr. and
Mrs. Sewall are planning that the ad
miral and his wife will spend the large
part of the winters with them.
Then we must not forget the two
grandchildren, for they come first in
the thought of the admiral and his
wife. Master Robley Evans Sewall is
four years old, and his sister. Miss
Dorothy Neville Sewall, is three years
of age. These youngsters constitute
the one fad of the admiral, and if the
report is true that the admiral has
purchased a plantation in southern
Caiifornia. and expects after his re
tirement in August to make that place
his home, there is no question hut
that "Bob” Evans. Jr., as he is fa
miliarly called, and his pretty little
• rosebud of a sister, Dorothy, will make
that their home. too. and as a matter
of course their mamma will be part
of the household.
But whether the admiral is resting
under his orange groves at Santa Bar
bara. or in the historic old home in
Washington, where so much of ro
mance and domestic joy have been
woven into his life, or on the
big plantation of his daughter in Porto
Rico, it will be all one to him, for it
will be home.
Few public men have attained tVe
prominence that has come to Admiral
Evans during the past decade without
the public being taken into confidence
tegarding their family and home life.
Indeed, the silence that has been main
tained on this score fostered a wide
p spread impression that "Fighting
Bob" was a jolly old bachelor, wedded
to the sea and caring little for fem
inine society.
Possibly one explanation for this Is
to be found in the fact that Admiral
Evans has been so continuously en
gaged in recent years in active sea
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service as to have iittle opportunity
for home life as the average citizen
knows it But a more potent reason
is discoverable in tbe studied effort
of the women oi the household to
keep out of the glare of publicity.
Mrs. Evans comes of an old southern
family, and characteristic conserva
tism impelled mother and daughters
to keep out of the public eye. until
finally now that the admiral is at the
very climax of a notable career a
pardonably curious public has found
them out.
The Evans Washington home is almost
i under the shadow of the capitol, and
. although it is not pointed out by the
. lecturers on the sight-seeing automo
biles nor exploited in the guide books,
it is in many respects one of the mo..'
interesting old houses in Washington.
! A great square, red-brick structure, it
was built some time prior to the civil
l war. and was long known as the Tay
| lor homestead. For all that its as
sociation with Admiral Evans grew
out of his marriage with Charlotte,
oldest daughter of Frank Taylor, the
: historic old mansion has been most
intimately linked with the life story
j of the man who ranks next to Admiral
! Dewey as the nation's most popular
| naval hero.
111 tins nouse ins romance began,
i Here he was married in 1871, stand
ing between the two windows over
looking Judicia~y square, and this ha?
been home to him ever since his
earliest day in the navy. And, by the
way. it was a very pretty romance of
which Robley D. Evans was the hero
in the days following his graduation
from the naval academy ahead of time
in order that he and his classmates
might participate in the civil war. It
was the old story of a college friend
ship, the chum's visit to* his room
mate's home and the meeting with hi
companion s pretty sister, with the
inevitable result.
Robley D. Evans, the son of a coun
try doctor in Virginia, had gone out lo
Etah to acquire the legal residence
necessary for his appointment to the
naval academy from that territory:
but most of his boyhood had been
spent in Washington, and therefore it
was but natural that when he entered
the institution at Annapolis in 1861)
he should strike up a warm friendship
with a lad from the District of Colum
bia—Henry Clay Taylor (the late
Rear Admiral Taylor). The latter in
vited hjs friend to come home with
him for a visit, and so young Evans
was introduced to the house which is
now his home. Here he met Miss
Charlotte, and later when the young
Virginian became desperately ill at
the home of his chum it was she who
nursed him back to health. The
sequel, of course, was a naval wed
ding. and from that time the house,
with its spacious rooms and old ma
hogany. became home to the naval of
ficer.
in more recent years Admiral Evans
has filled the house with interesting
art objects and souvenirs of travel
There are household pets in plenty
at the Evans home, and the children
are not responsible for the presence of
I all of them by any means. Conspicu
| our among the number are several
• parrots of gorgeous plumage. Them
there is the third “Bob " Evans on the
domestic roster—a blooded dog pre
sented by Archie and Quentin Roose
I velt to Lieut. Evans, son of the ad
j miral, when he was in command of
| the Sylph,
Thou oughtest not to know the
I wealth of thy neighbor.—Homer.
HOME OF SUPERINTENDENT
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Copyright by Waldon Fawcett.
New residence of the superintendent of the United States naval academy
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CORPSE EMBALME" BY PENNSYL
VANIA UNDERTAKER SEEMS
PERFECTLY PRESERVED.
FEAT ATTRACTS SCIENTISTS
J. P. Ross Believes He Has Discovered
Process of Treating the Dead
Which Was Used by the
Ancient Egyptians.
Brownsville. Pa.—This little vil
lage. 50 miles up the river from Pitts
burg. was visited by a lot of scientific
looking people the other day. each of
whom visited the undertaking rooms
of J. P. Ross, whose "mummy” is now
attracting such wide attention. Among
the visitors were two who had been
sent by the Carnegie museum at Pitts
burg. Every one insisted on feeling
j the face of "Jimmy," as the mummy
| has been named, and, after contact
i with the hard, cold features, each went
away certain that Ross had something
new—while he may not have discov
ered the secret which for centuries
i was looked for in the pyramids, cer
| tainly something more than is known
to the average undertaker.
"i have received many offers for my
, secret for my Jimmyhut 1 guess we
old boys will stick together," said
Ross, as he affectionately stroked the
face of the man who was killed here
seven w eeks ago. " Jimmy' and I have
been working out a problem which
was solved in the time of the Pharaohs,
hut the answer was mislaid. I think 1
have solved it. 1 believe I have at
last found the secret of embalming
bodies so that they will keep for many
years. Anyway. 1 am so certain that
i don't cart to dispose of my secret
i nor let Jimmy' out of my sight, if 1
ant right it will prove a blessing to
i mankind. If I'm wrong there will be
nothing to say and no one will have
l gotten the worst of it. save 'Jimmy.'
1 have been working on this secret
in embalming for the past "J years,"
i said Mr. Ross, "but this is the first
time I have found tilings working
right. It is the first time I have had a
perfect subject to work on. and now
for seven weeks I have been injecting
j this new fluid into the corpse, and I
have obtained remarkable results.
First the face began to harden, and it
“Jimmy.”
is now as hard as marble. Anyone
who doubts this can investigate, as I
have nothing secret except my fluid,
which I make myself, and which
secret will he kept in my family. The
body is in better shape than when it
was carried in here, limp and lifeless,
seven weeks ago It has been looked
at by scores of physicians, and they
are all of this opinion
Ross was one of the first under
takers of the country to find that
chloride of zinc would not do well as
an ingredient of embalming fluid, as
it had a tendency to make the bodies
: copper colored. Some years since he
| substituted another ingredient to use
with formaldehyde in embalming, and
met with such good results that he de
cided to go further with a test which
be bad figured out many years before.
It has been eight months since he
completed his test and was ready for
the human body in which to make his
great test, but he had difficulty In se
curing one.
One of the Pittsburg hospitals of
fered to allow him to use its labora
tory. and would furnish a body if the
hospital were allowed to share in the
discovery, but this Ross refused to
consider, as he wanted the secret for
: his very own.
When the unknown man was killed
near his place, seven weeks ago, Ross
got the body, and found that there was
not a break on the almost perfect i
corpse. There were no claimants, and
in a few weeks' time Ross sent word i
to the coroner of Washington county
that he was about to make an impor
tant scientific test and he wanted the i
body for his very own. The coroner !
gate him the permission asked, and !
has himself been an interested spec- .
tat or at many of the injections.
Ross said that he would spend his
last cent now to keep any relative
from claiming the body, as he has put
his whole life's work into it. It would
be an easy thing for any relative to j
identify the body, as the face is most I
lifelike. '
WOMAN CLIMBS HIGH
SMOKESTACK IN WIND
DESCRIBES SENSATIONS LIKE
THOSE OF ONE MAKING AS
CENSION IN A BALLOON.
London.—Mrs. Larkins, the wife of
the London steeplejack who repaired
the Nelson column the other day, suc
cessfully climbed the Allans smoke
stack in Canal road, Mile End, which
is 170 feet high.
There was a high wind blowing it
the time, and Mrs. Larkins, who was
seated in a steeplejack's seat la piece
of board tied to the end of a ropel had
frequently to steady herself by grasp
ing the iron hoops encircling the
stack.
This is supposed to be the first oc
casion on which a woman has climbed
the bare side of a chimney in such a
fashion.
"1 always thought i would like to go
up a steeple." said Mrs. Larkins, "but
I had never made an ascent, though 1
“Then I Reached the Top.”
would dearly have loved to accompany
my husband w hen he repaired the Nel
son column It is not very often that
he gets work as near home as Allan's
smokestack, and so when my little
boy. Willie, came home from school
we went down to watch tile work.
“Then 1 was suddenly seized with
the old craving to climb, too. My hus
band put me into the steeplejack's
seat, and up I went. Willie had gone
a few minutes before with his father,
httt 60 feet was considered enough for
him.
"At this height my husband sug
gested my returning io the ground,
too. but by this time 1 was enthusias
tic to mount higher. 1 suppose the
sensation is something similar to what
one would < xperience in a balloon.
"Gradually everything and every
body got smaller; the men calling
their goods on the pavement, the
women hanging out their wash
ing in the yards, the motor cars
rushing down the Mile End road.
The sensation of steadily rising was
splendid. Then I reached the top.
That was the only part I didn't like.
While the cradle was in motion it
wyas delightful, but once it became sta
tionary my one idea was to get down
again.
”1 could never work up there; 1
defy any woman to. Even if they
were in men's dress (which would be
imperative for safety's sake) no worn
an could be a steeplejack. She could
never keep her head. '
TRADES TILL HE’S NAKED.
Victim of Swapping Mania Forced to
Wear an Empty Barrel.
Taunton. Mass.—L. C. Scrivens met
with half a dozen traveling traders on
the outskirts of the town the other
night. They wanted to swap horses,
and he started in.
From horses down to clothes they
traded, and when they got through
Scrivens went to a neighboring house
and borrowed an empty barrel to
clothe his nakedness in for the two
mile walk through town to the police
station.
After Scrivens told his tale the po
lice fitted him out with blue clothes
to get home, and then they went down
and arrested the traders. They got
back for Scrivens a horse, a watch,
$15 in money, and all the clothes that
a man wears.
Boy Is Burned at Stake.
Suffern, N. Y.—Russell Shuart. ten
years old. is in a critical condition,
suffering from burns received when an
older boy. while playing Indian, tied
him to a tree and built a fire under
his feet. The boy’s screams attracted
men who were working near by. and
he was rescued, but not until he was
so badly burned that it is feared he
will lose at least one leg. The boy
who is accused of setting the fire has
disappeared, and is being hunted for by
the authorities.
Clam Makes Rat Dance.
VinelaDd. N. J.—When James Legg
opened his restaurant the other morn
ing he found a large rat dancing about
the floor with a clam hanging to one
foot. The rodent was crazy with
rage and pain, and put up a lively
fight before It was killed. The clam's
shell had to be broken with a hamrnei
before the rat eould be released.
Sixteenth Child; Mother 42.
Sterling. 111.—A daughter, the six
teenth child, has been born to Mr. i-nd
Mrs. Fred Eckhart. farmers. ]! ing
near Kasbeer, Bureau county. The
mother is 42 years old.
ADRIFT FOR WEEKS
TERRIBLE HARDSHIPS ENDURHD
BY SAILORS SHIPWRECKED IN
THE PACIFIC OCEAN.
TWO OF SURVIVORS SUCCUMB
Craft Containing Six Unfortunate
Men Picked Up by British Vessel
After They Had Undergone
. Intense Suffering.
New York—A tale of th» sea. rival
ing in horror and hardship any trag
edy of the deep ever told, was brought
here the other day by William Kuhl
mann. a seaman, who was a passenger
on the steamer Voltaire from South
American ports.
Kuhlmann is one of six survivors of
the crew of the American ship Tillie
E. Starbuck. which was abandoned
last August more than a thousand
miles off the Pacific coast of South
America. He and his companions
were rescued by a British ship after
drifting about on the ocean for eight
weeks in an open boat.
Two of the six men who had lived
so long in the little craft died after
succor had come to them, and Kuhl
matra spent many weeks in a hospital
at Valparaiso recovering from the ef
fects of his terrible experience.
No word ever has been received
from another boat which put off from
the Starbuck when she was aban
doned. and it is believed that its oc
upants died of starvation, thirst and
xposure after weeks of vain waiting
md hope that help might come to
hem.
It was when she struck out into the
Pacific and was well on her way
• toss the thousands of miles of sea
■ hich separated her from iter destina
ion that the Starbuck ran into the
torm which ended her career and
■rought intense suffering to all and
death to many of her crew. The
torm broke in the latter part of July
and on the last day of that month her
masts were twisted out by the gale
and she was left to wallow, water
logged and helpless, in the tumbling
■f *as.
For 16 days the men stuck to the
doomed craft, but at last, when it
The Signal of Distress Was Answered.
seemed every plunge would be her
last, they were left no choice but to
;ake to the little boats and trust to
being picked up by some passing
vessel.
A full thousand miles separated
them from the nearest shore, that of
South America. As the last man left
the doomed hulk of the Starbuck the
torch was applied to her that she
might not continue to float aimlessly
about, a menace to other ships. For
a time after the start the oceupants
of the two boats kept each other in
sight, but eventually became separat
ed, and then it was each for himself.
Day and night, week after week, the
occupants of Kuhltnann's boat main
tained a constant watch for the sail
or wreath of smoke which might mean
life to them.
At last, after eight weeks of the
most terrible mental and physical
suffering, the Cambuskeneth hove in
sight. The signal of distress, which
had been set at the first warning, was
answered and a few minutes later the
half-famished, shipwrecked waifs were
safe on board the big vesssel.
There they were cared for as ten
derly and carefully as the facilities at
hand would permit, but. so serious was
the condition of all the men that it
was necessary to transfer them to
the hospital as soon as the ship
reached Valparaiso. Two of the suf
ferers were found to be beyond hu
man help, however, and sank stead
ily until death.
Bites Off Bit of Own Nose.
Frankfort. Ky.—Adolph Kratzel, a
local butcher, who is subject to fits,
while standing in front of a restaurant.'
was seized with a sudden stroke of
giddiness and pitched forward to the
pavement. His false teeth fell out of
his mouth, striking on the ground and
in falling his body struck in such a
position that his nose was caught be
tween the jaws of the teeth, severing
the organ of smell. Bystanders rushed
to his assistance, but found that his
head had driven the sharp teeth to
gether and that his nose was hanging
by a shred
WORKMAN IMPRISONED
IN HEATING BOILER
HORRIBLE EXPERIENCE TURNS
HEAD OF COAL BLACK HAIR
TO GLISTENING WHITE.
Boston.—Imprisoned in a big boiler,
underneath which a fire was gradual
ly heating the flues to a point which
would have meant a horrible death
if his escape had been delayed but a
few minutes longer, is the experience
undergone by Arthur McDonal, a
young boiler maker of Arkansas.
He lias just left the hospital, a nerv
ous wreck. His hair, which was coal
black, now hangs over his forehead, a
soft, glistening white.
At a sawmill at Hope. Ark., a new
set of boilers had been put in. Some
thing went wrong, and McDonal war
called upon to repair the difficult.'.
After fixing the first boiler, he
ordered the firemen to fill it
Grasping the Chisel. He Placed It
Against the Flue.
with water and build a fire un
der it. McDonald then entered the
second boiler, and had been working
about an hour, when he noticed his
candle growing dim, and started to in
vestigate. Sick with horror, he real
ized that the negroes had misunder
stood his orders and were building a
fire underneath the boiler in which he
was at work.
He struck his hammer against the
sides of the boiler, hoping to attract
their attention. Soon the heat began
to be felt. With hands torn and bleed
ing. and eyes almost bursting from
their sockets, the now thoroughly
crazed man crawled hack and forth in
his prison, panting and praying and
moaning. The flues became so hot
they burned his feet, and his head
swam with the heat. At almost the
last moment a way of escape dawned
upon him. Grasping the chisel he
placed it against one of the flues un
der water and dealt it terrific blows
The chisel broke through the flue,
letting the water follow. The negroes
! heard the water when it struck the
I flames, and. believing that the boiler
! still leaked, opened the water plug and
| raked out the fire. McDonal had a
faint recollection of a patch of day
light when the manhole was opened,
but knew nothing more for five days.
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HAS WILD RIDE ON FLAT CAR.
Gale Blows Second John Gilpin Down
Grade Thirty-Five Miles.
Abilene. Tex.—A citizen of London
and a "train-band captain." whose ad
ventures are related in Cowper's hu
morous poem, "The Diverting History
of John Gilpin, showing how he went
farther than he intended, and came
safe home again." is not the only per
son who has had such experience.
Henry James, cashier of the Farm
ers' and Merchants' bank of Abilene
and a flat car on which he was walk
ing. were blown 3,3 miles down grade
on a Texas plateau—"farther than he
intended"—and he. too, ‘came safe
home again." with his hair full ol
sand and his neck chapped from fly
ing ahead of the wind.
At the time the cashier mounted the
car it was attached to a construction
train on the Roscoe & Snyder railroad
but a few minutes later it was side
tracked. Then came a furious gale
and away went James and his flat
car. as only things can go before the
breezes that blow from the Rockie;
across the Panhandle country.
James and his car didn't stop until
they reached Roscoe, where the up
grade begins."
Tramp Returns Good for Evil.
Middletown. N. Y.—The family of
Mark Linderman of Pulverdale. Pa.
have a better opinion of tramps to-day
than formerly, and all because of the
treatment a tramp gave their little
poodle.
A ragged, forlorn looking tramp
started to enter the yard of the Lin
derman home, but was told to make
himself scarce about that section. The
tramp started down the road pursued
by the little dog. A team was driving
past and ran over the animal, injuring
it. and the tramp tenderly picked tip
the dog and carried it back to the
house.
This act so touched the hearts of
the Linderman family that they forth
with invited the tramp in. gave him
a good meal, some old clothes and
some money.
Relieved Herself That Way.
The Ingenue—Did you have a nice
dinner?
The Soubrette (disgustedly) — No:
but you bet 1 made him pay a lot
for it!
Holland’s Brave Women.
How much of her wealth and pros
perity Holland owes to her women
and children! While her men were
away at wars, or extending their pos
sessions. or carrying their goods to
all parts of the world in their stout
ships, the women and children stayed
at home and worked They made
lace, some of which was so fine and
1 beautiful that it was sold to rich no
hies tor s-ton a yard. 1 hey spun cloth
red or black in color very fine and
soft, which they sold in many coun
tries, using for themselves a coarse,
cheap cloth called frieze, which they
bought iu England. They made but
ter, too, of the best, and this they sold,
and the money was turned in for their
country's use when it was needed.
Besides the lace, the women of Hol
land made linen from the flax which
they grew in their gardens among the
tulips and liiies. This linen was so
choice that it was in great demand
and was known by the name of "Hol
Photograpiiing the Mirage.
The photograph represented a palm
grove, a lake and a caravan of laden
camels and white-robed Arabs moving
in stately wise across the pale desert.
“Thai is a picture of a mirage, or fata
morgana," said the traveler. “1 took
it in the Sahara, not far from Tom
bouktoo. There was really nothing
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there but sand—wastes on wastes of
sand, but my dazzled eyes saw that
mirage and my camera saw it, too.
This is the only mirage picture I have
ever got. I have tried in Ceylon, in
Egypt and in Morocco to photograph
various mirages, but always in vain.
There are scarcely six mirage photos
in existence.”
Prof. Henry Price says the human
soul looks like an oyster. It‘s slip
pery and spoils easily, but so does a
lobster.
RAISED FROM A SICK BED.
After Being an Invalid with Kidney
Disorders for Many Years.
John Armstrong. Cloverport. Ky..
says: “I was an invalid with kidney
cumpminis ior many
years, and cannot
tell what agony I
endured from back
ache. My limbs
were swollen twice
natural size and my
■ sight was weaken
ing. The kidney se
cretions were d is
colored and had a sediment. When I
wished to eat my wife had to raise
me up in bed. Physicians were un
able to help me and I was going down
fast when I began using Doan's Kid
nev Pills. After a short time I felt
a great improvement and am now as
strong and healthy as a man could be.
I give Doan's Kidney Pills all the
credit for it.”
Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box.
Foster-Mil burn Co., Buffalo. X. Y.
THE PART HE PREFERRED.
Subtle Meaning in Poet’s Criticism of
Decollete Costume.
Joaquin Miller, the poet of the Sier
ras, is something of a recluse and
rarely comes into San Francisco, but
when he does he is made a good deal
of a lion. On his last visit he was
one of the guests at a rather formal
dinner at a friend’s house where he
stayed overnight. His hostess had
known the poet since her childhood,
so she felt privileged, next morning, to
discourse to him of the beauties of
the Parisian gown she had worn the
night before—beauties which seemed
to have escaped his observation.
Mr. Miller listened to all that, she
had to say and remained silent.
“But didn’t you really like the
dress?” pleaded the lady.
“Well,” replied the poet. “I did like
part of it well enough.”
The lady brightened.
“Indeed0” she said. "What part?”
“The part you had on,” answered
the poet; and that ended the discus
sion.—Lippincott’s.
NOTHING MORE TO SAY.
*'Pa-don my question, but how do
you know your wife doesn’t wish you
to take out insurance?"
“Well, I’ll tell you. She's got a no
tion I'm going to survive her and that
it will be collected by No. 2."
Gentle Persuasion.
A young chap from the south, who
recently took up his residence in Bos
ton with the purpose of pursuing cer
tain technical studies at the Hub. en
gaged board and lodgings at "a select
establishment" in Columbus avenue.
It was not long after his install
ment therein that the southerner
found himself obliged to complain to
the landlady with reference to the
noisy doings of some of his fellow
lodgers.
“The people in the room next to
mine," said he, "quarrel in a loud tone
regularly every evening much to my
distress. What's the trouble, any
way ?"
"Oh. you mustn’t mind them.” said
the landlady. "That occurs very often,
at least once a week. It's only Prof.
Whiteside, the hypnotist, trying to per
suade his wife to go to the band con
cert ”—Illustrated Sunday Magazine.
Not Running.
A West Philadelphia woman had
not heard the clock strike once during
last Sunday afternoon, and thinking
perchance it had stopped she sent her
hopeful, a little boy about five years
old. downstairs to see if it were run
ning
The little tot went down on the er
rand. and. after a hasty survey of the
long pendulum swinging back and
forth, he ran back to his mother with
this information:
"Why. no, mamma; the clock ain't
runnin'. it's standin’ still and waggin'
its tail."
THEY GROW.
Good Humor and Cheerfulness from
Right Food.
Cheerfulness is like sunlight. It dis
pels the clouds from the mind as sun
light chases away the shadows of
night.
The good humored man can pick
up and carry off a load that the man
with a grouch wouldn't attempt to
lift.
Anything that interferes with good
health is apt to keep cheerfulness and
good humor in the background. A
Washington lady found that letting
coffee alone made things bright for
her. She writes:
“Four years ago X was practically
given up by my doctor and was not
expected to live long. My nervous
system was in a bad condition.
“But. I was young and did not want
to die so I began to look about for the
cause of my chronic trouble. I used
to have nervous spells which would
exhaust me and after each spell it
would rake me days before I could sit
up in a chair.
“I became convinced my trouble
was caused by coffee. I decided to
stop it and bought some Postum.
“The first cup. which I made ac
cording to directions, had a soothing
effect on my nerves and I liked the
taste. For a time I nearly lived on
Postum and ate little food besides. I
am today a healthy woman.
“My family and relatives wonder
if I am the same person I was four
years ago, when I could do no work on
account of nervousness. Now I am do
ing my own housework, take care of
two babies—one twenty, the other two
months old. 1 am so busy that I hard
ly get time to write a letter, yet I do
It all with the cheerfulness and good
humor that comes from enjoying good
health.
“I tell my friends it is to Postum
I owe my life today.”
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich Read “The Road to Well
1 ville,” in pkgs. "There's a Reason.”
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