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Doctor Found What is Best
for Thin, Constipated People
As a family doctor at Monticello,
Illinois, the whole human body, not
any small part of it, was Dr. Cald
well's practice. More than half his
"calls” were on women, children and
babies. They are the ones most often
sick. But their illnesses were usually
of a minor nature—colds, fevers,
headaches, biliousness—and all of
them required first a thorough evacu
ation. They were constipated.
In the course of his 47 years’ prac
tice (he was graduated from Rush
Medical College back in 1875), he
found a good deal of success in such
cases with a prescription of his own
containing simple laxative herbs with
pepsin. In 1892 he decided to use this
formula in the manufacture of a medi
cine to be known as Dr. Caldweirs
Syrup Pepsin, and in that year his
prescription was first placed on the
market.
The preparation Immediately had as
great a success in the drug stores as it
previously had in his private practice.
Now, the third generation is using it.
Mothers are giving it to their children
who were gtven it by their mothers.
Every second of the working day some
one somewhere is going Into a drug
store to buy it. Millions of bottles of
Dr. Caldwell’s Syrup Pepsin are being
used a year.
Its great success is based on merit,
on repeated buying, on one satisfied
user telling another. There are thou
sands of homes in this country that
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The largest game refuge in New
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county, which was established in 1921
and consists of 320 square miles. It
has natural boundaries.
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Bill —My watch stopped. Have I
been here long?
Mae —My watch is being repaired,
but there's a calendar on the wall.
Truly happy people are frequently
those without deep penetration.
MOTHER!
Look at Child’s Tongue if Sick,
Cross, Feverish
Look at the tongue, mother! If
coated, it is a sure sign that your little
one’s stomach, liver and bowels need
a gentle, thorough cleansing at once.
When peevish, cross, listless, pale,
doesn’t sleep, doesn’t eat or act nat
urally, or is feverish, stomach sour,
breath bad; has stomach-ache, sore
throttt, diarrhoea, full of cold, give a
teaspoonful of ‘'California Fig Syrup,”
and in a few hours all the foul, con
stipated waste, undigested food and
sour bile gently moves out of the little
bowels without griping, and you have
a well, playful child again.
You needn’t coax sick children to
take this harmless, “fruity laxative”;
they love Its delicious taSte, and it al
ways makes them feel splendid.
Ask your druggist for a bottle of
“California Fig Syrup,” which has
directions for babies, children of all
ages and for grown-ups plainly on the
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> are never without a bottle of Dr. Cald
: well’s Syrup Pepsin, and we have got
ten many hundreds of letters from
grateful people telling us that it helped
i them when everything else failed.
Every drug store sells Dr. Caidwell’s
■ Syrup Pepsin. Keep a bettie in your
; home, —where many live someone is
’ sure to need it quickly.
We would be glad to have you prove
at) our expense how much Dr. Cald
well’s Syrup Pepsin can mean to you
and yours. Just write “Syrup Pepsin,”
Monticello,lllinois,and we will send you
: prepaid a FREE SAMPLE BOTTLE.
Must Have Been Saturday
Is this the weather bureau?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How about a shower tonight?”
“It’s all right with me. Take It If
you need it.” —Boston News Bureau.
One Not Enough
“My wife never utters a word of
complaint,” remarked Brown.
“Yes,” sighed Smith, “mine also
needs about a million to voice hers.”
When a man has a good complexion,
it’s real.
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bottle. Beware of counterfeits sold
here. To be sure you get the genuine,
ask to see that it is made by the “Cali
fornia Fig Syrup Company.” Refuse
any other kind with contempt.
THE BULLETIN, IRWINTON, GEORGIA.
THE
SUNBEAM
KID
(© by D. J. Walsh. I
MISS SAWYER had been
thinking about the letter
ever since the postman
brought it that morning. She
had read it time after time, trying to
find in it some loophole of escape for
herself. But now at three o’clock In
the afternoon she was still confronted
by what refused to be anything but a
problem.
Madeline was dead and Elbert,
Madeline’s husband, had written from
the hospital whither he had gone after
an accident, tne outcome of which
was still doubtful. It was a strag
gling little letter which betrayed ef
fort.
“My dear cousin,” he began, Just as
if he had always known her, where
as he had never seen her. But ex
tremity doubtless had urged him to
take advantage of Madeline’s ivla
tionship to her. “My dear cousin—
My wife was taken away from me
the 14th instant. Two days later I
had a bad fall and they brought me
here. Don’t know yet how I’m com
ing out. My little girl, Helen, is stay
ing with a neighbor, but it isn’t any
place for her. I wish you had her.
You would like her, 1 know. If you
want her please let me know soon
Yours sincerely.
“ELBERT CROSS.”
Miss Sawyer was surprised at the
obligation this letter aroused in her,
where she had thought there was
none. She had taken her young cous
in, Madeline Archer, to live with her.
with the intention of doing well by
her, but Madeline had proved unruly
and had finally run off to Newton and
married a man out of her class Miss
Sawyer's responsibility toward Made
line had ceased with the act Sl.e had
not seen Madeline since and that was
four years ago. The fact that she had
died, and left a child, as expressed in
this letter, was news to her. And the
appeal to her to take the child was a
blow which sent her staggering
Miss Sawyer did not understand
children, she was shy with them and
they knew it. Sin* often thought ih:n
she would rather be shut up in a room
alone with a young tiger than with a
child. Her acquaintance with chil
dren began and ended with her own
childhood long, long ago. Miss Saw
yer was forty-five and diffident and
retiring. She lived alone, for aside
from Madeline she had no close '■el a
tives. She had money enough for her
own needs and something to share —
but not with a child. Oh ! No! Mot.
with a child. She shuddered slightly
at the thought.
Yet what should she write back to
this poor man? No doubt he would be
waiting anxiously for a letter.
“Perhaps I can get somebody to
take the child," she thought. “I know
Mrs. Carpenter would, only she has
got five children already. There are
plenty of people, though, who haven’t
children and might like one if only I
could just think.”
She went to the window and looked
with her shortsighted eyes out into
the village street clogged with fresh
fallen snow. Just above the huge
bank piled along the sidewalks she
saw something red bobbing. It looked
like a big red tassel, and properly be
longed upon a small cat. A child!
“I can’t think of anything else to
day,” she sighed.
The red tassel bobbed to the point
where her walk, also banked by shin
ing whiteness, joined the street Hero
the red tassel paused, uncertainly,
then began to bob-bob straight Reward
her front door. And now site could
see a small, chubby figure clad in
warm red woolly things—sweater,
leggins and cap.
“Why. it’s —it’s coming here!’’
gasped Miss Sawyer.
The small figure crawled up the
front steps, trotted with a little spurt
of confidence to the door and instant
ly the bell began to peal its summons
through the house.
“Mercy! It will use up the bat
tery!" Miss Sawyer hurried to the
door and snatched it open.
“Do —don’t do that!” she said. And
the pink finger withdrew from the
push button while a rosy face stuck
about with gleaming gold curls lifted
to hers, and a pair of tremendously
appealing dark-blue eyes challenged
her to answer with a smile.
“Lo. Miss Sawyer!” said a gurgling
voice.
“Mercy! Who are you?” Miss Saw
yer bent forward to look into the love
ly face.
“I’m the Sunbeam Kid!” And non
the dark-blue eyes were a-crinkle with
fun arid every tiny white pearl of a
tooth was showing.
“The Sunbeam Kid!” repeated Miss
Sawyer. She looked up the street to
ward Mrs. Carpenter’s. It must be
this was one of the five; she tiad
never looked them over closely, and
besides babies were babies just as—
she caught sight of a sparrow prowl
ing for a crumb —birds were birds
“What do you want?” she asked
“I’m visitin’ Et me in." and bolo
ly the Sunbeam Kid pushed past her
into the house, progressing as by in
stinct toward the warmest corner of
it, known as the sitting room.
When Miss Sawyer also reached tin
sitting room she found the red cap
on the floor while the Sunbeam Kid
struggled with the unruly buttons of
the red sweater.
“I’m doin' tay,” was the remark
that greeted her.
“Dear me!” said Miss Sawyer. She
looked about rather helplessly. Here
she was alone with a Strange baby
that she did not know what to do
with. She sat down limply
“Help!” The small figure ap
proached and she found herself tak
ing off the sweater. “Tan did 'eggins’
off ’self,” said the Sunbeam Kid sit
ting down with a thump and proceed
ing to get to work in the process of
which he —Miss Sawyer decided It
must be a he —toppled over several
times with bumps which, however oc
casioned nothing but giggles.
“Now.” said the child, after a puir
of round legs and stubby-toed shoes
had emerged. “I want tooky.”
“I—l haven't any cookies,” tMss
Sawyer said. “Will —will an apple
do?”
Yes. an apple would do. so she got
one and peeled it. The Sunbeam Kid
bit and laughed.
“Dood!” he remarked.
Miss Sawyer dreaded the time when
the apple would be gone. What would
happen next? But the Sunbeam Kid
answered the question himself bv
climbing into her lap and demanding
that she “tell tory.”
Tell a story! Miss Sawyer blushed
crimson. She racked her brain, and
presently the words of "Bo Beep"
were put into her mouth From that
point things went better. It was evi
dent that the Sunbeam Kid had come
to stay, at least until he was ready to
go home, and she must just make the
best of it.
It was not long before Miss Sawver
felt her heart warming toward rhis
sprightly gleam of joy She laughed
responsively and began to feel a tin
gling sense of longing to kiss tile
creamy hollow at the back ot rhe
Kid’s neck. That hollow is mother’s
spot, but Miss Sawyer did not know
It.
Things were waking up a little,
Miss Sawyer had discovered that the
firetongs wrapped in a small shawl
made a personable doll, when the
doorbell rang again and there was a
plump, pink little woman with a jolly
smile.
“How’d you like your company.
Miss Sawyer?” she asked gayly.
“Fine.” Miss Sawyer smiled
Mrs. Carpenter picked up the Sun
beam Kid and kissed him.
“This is Helen. Elbert Cross’ little
girl,” she said. “Well, my husband
was over at Newton yesterday to see
Elbert, they’ve always known each
other, and he found Elbert bad off. In
fact it looks as if lie—” she paused
“Well, Elbert was so worried about
the baby being at that Mrs. Pike’s
that Will got her and brought her
home to me last night. She calls her
self the Sunbeam Kid. And it suits
her all right—l thought maybe you'd
like to see her; she must tell you who
she was —”
“I—fo’got 1” cried Helen.
“Weil, go and get your things on.
We must go home now.” said Mrs.
Carpenter.
Miss Sawyer had turned white. She
struggled with emotion. Words came
at last.
“Elbert wrote—l got the letter this
morning,” she said. “He—lie wanted
me to have Helen."
“He told Will he'd written to you.”
Mrs. Carpenter said.
Miss Sawyer watched in agony as
the other woman began to put on
Helen's outdoor things.
“You’ve got five." she said at last
unsteadily. “You—you don't need her
I do.”
“Well—want to stay. Helen?' Mrs
Carpenter asked reluctantly.
“Sure!” cried Hie Sunbeam Kid.
Old Burial Grounds
in American Cities
There are in the I nitial State:, about
225,000 acres of land, or about 350
square miles, many of which are in or
near the larger cities, which cannot
be assimilated by municipal growth,
points out Joseph Wolf Kaye in an
article in Liberty.
This area is used tor the more than
f.tMiO cemeteries in the country, the
writer explains. “Very few ceme
teries are reclaimed for ordinary util
itarian purposes,” Mr. Kaye continues.
“A city may condemn a burial place,
but only when the site is necessary
for some public improvement, and
then the remains in that cemeterv
must be buried elsewhere.
“Almost every city with a historical
background has old. disused burial
grounds planted in Its busiest districts.
New York has some half dozen lo
cated in the very heart of the city,
and the authorities are unable to do
anything with them. There are even
old cemeteries in suite cities where
interments are still made, despite the
fact that the development of these
cities Ims hemmed them in on all
sides, Court decisions have prevented
the municipal authorities from stop
ping these burials.”
Toothless Tribe
Yet anothet African tribe which Is
interesting because of its peculiar cus
toms is in the public eye. This is the
Baila tribe. The Baila gave consider
able trouble before they came undei
British administration, in 1888 Sei
ous, the famous hunter-explorer. Imd
difficulties with them, and the story
goes that he escaped to a more friend
ly tribe clad only in his shirt. Though
the custom is beginning to die out I'
is a very ancient fashion of the Baila
to knock out all their front teeth
Fer this reason Baila language pre
sents unique phonetic peculiarities
The hair of the men ot the tribe is
always worked up into a cone about
six inches high at the back of the
head, and then studded with brass
headed nails. Sometimes this is ex
tended by a stick to the length o'
four feet.
LEE MEADOWS
Famous Pitcher of the Pittsburgh Pirates, writes,
“It requires splendid physical condition and steady
nerves to take your regular turn on the mound
season after season and in looking for my ciga
rette I was anxious to find one which could be
smoked without taxing my wind or
J^L irritating my throat. I decided upon ’
Luckies an d I can safely say that I
am never troubled with
a cough and my wind
is in splendid shape.”
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The Cream of the Tobacco Crop
“Here in the Southland we know good
Tobacco. It is born in us and it is the
livelihood of most of us. ‘The Cream of
the Crop’ is bought for LUCKY STRIKE.
I know for it has been my duty to pur
chase it on the markets for years for this
brand.”
Buyer of Tobacco
at Covington, Ky.
It’s toasted"
No Throat Irritation-No Cough*
Eig Esperanto Library
Saratov, Russia, a provincial city
on the Volga, claims to have the great
est Esperanto library in the world It
contains about 10,000 volumes, com
piled by a prominent Esperantist, Da
vldoff, and confiscated at the begin
ning of the revolution.
Natural Result
Edith —Tom looked awfully silly
when he proposed to me.
Elsie —No wonder. Look at the silly
thing he was doing.—Stray Stories.
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Relief at Last for
“Dry” Constipation
Here is good news for the man or
woman who is troubled with that va
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a dryness or lack of intestinal juices.
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easy and removing the cause of dry
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