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HEARST’S SUNDAY AMERICAN, ATLANTA, OA., SUNDAY, MAY 11, 1013.
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TALES TOLD
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JQKESMITHS
Sensible Fad In Shoes at Last
She Wasn’t Dumb.
An attendant at a certain institute
for the deaf and dumb was undergo
ing a pointless rapid-fire inquisition
at the hands of a female visitor.
“But how do you summon these
poor mutes to church?” she asked
finally, with what was meant to be
a pitying glance at the inmates near
by.
“By ringing the dumb bells, mad
am,” retorted the exasperated attend
ant.
The Nut-Cracker.
Mrs. Cooke had a new servant, and
after the first cake she baked the.
mistress went to the kitchen.
“Delia,” said Mrs. Cooke, “your cake
was very good, but there were not
enough nuts in it. When you make
another, please remember I like plenty
of nuts in the cake.”
f “Well, mum,” replied the girl, “the
reason I didn’t put more in was be
cause I couldn’t crack any more to
day. Indeed, mum, an my jaw hurts
yet from them I did crack.”
A Work of Supererogation.
The late Bryan Callaghan, for many
years Mayor of San Antonio, Texas,
was a “practical” politician, whose
lieutenants believed that the end jus
tified the means. Just as the polls
of a certain precinct were closing in
one of Callaghan’s contests tfcert
rolled up to the voting place a mov
ing van filled with Mexicans.
“Take those Greasers away
from here!” shouted an election of
ficer. “We’re already five hundred
ahead of the census.”
Girls Like New Flapper Model
Miss Belli- Story’s foot, showing the contrast between the new
Oat heel and the high model.
Old Enough.
“Fine oid inn, sir," commented the
the host. “Everything in this house
has its story.”
“I don’t doubt,” remarked the
grumpy tourist. “And is there any
legend connected with this old piece
of cheese?”
Easy to Fill.
Blink (the wholesaler)—Well, how'
many orders did you get yesterday ?
Gink (the salesman)—1 got two or
ders in one shop.
Blink—What w'ere they?
Gink—One was to get out and the
other was to stay out.
He Was Nothing.
• First Coster (outside picture deal
er’s window)—Who w
i Nero, Bill? Wasn’t he
was always cold?
r Second Coster—No; thet was Zero,
anuvver bloke altogether.
Can’t Blame Him. ,
Frenchman—You are fuifny people,
vou Engleesh. You take strong whis
ky; you put water in it to make it
weak; you put sugar in it to make it
s ', , t; you put lemon in it to make it
sour; then you say. “Here’s to you,”
and drill!; it yourself! Mon Dieu!
this ’ere
chep that
Rubber Soles Bring Feet Closer to the Ground
Than Ever Before.
M
liKLLE STORY tripped
across the stage at the For
syth Theater. Critical eyes
gazed.
Voice from Row 1:.
“Well, I wish you might look at
them s'hoes of hers.”
Companion voice:
“Well, what - d’you know about
that?”
Two heads were craned to contact
for a sight of the prima donna's feet;
two pairs of ears were deaf to her
swell of song.
“I ain’t seen a pair of them French
Loo-ey heels in sdx weeks,” said the
first voice.
The eyes gazed raptly at the tower
ing tokens of antiquity. Then the
girls who possessed the eyes looked
down at their own heel-less, rubber-
soled tans, wiggled their toes with
I Will Stake This Medicine
Against Your Time
A Few Days Will Be Sufficient to Prove That You
Are Curable
4 few minutes of your time for a
few days- and i will demonstrate to
vou. without expense to yourself, that
I have a medicine that drives I nc
Acid poison from the system and by so
doing cures kidney trouble, bladder
trouble and rheumatism. I don't ask
vou to take mv word for it, but simpiy
want you to let me send you some of
this medicine so that you can use it
personally.
i am trying to convince sufferers
from these diseases that I have some
thing far better than the usual run of
'remedies, treatments and such things
and the only way I can demonstrate
that fact is to go to the expense of
compounding the medii-ine and send
ing it out free of charge. This I am
glad to do for any sufferer who will
take the time to write me. Under
stand I will not send you a so-called
“sample, proof or test treatment,’ nor
will I send you a package of medicine
and sav that you can use some of it
«ind pay for the rest, but I will send
f vou- a supplv free of charge and you
will-not be asked to pay for this gift
nor will you be under any obligations.
All I want to know is that you have
a disease for which my medicine is in
tended, as it is not a “cure-all,” and I
give herewith some of the leading
symptoms of kidney, bladder and
rheumatic troubles. If you notice nr.'r
or more of these symptoms you need
rills medicine, and I will be glad to
*and sou some of it*if you win write
me the numbers of the symptoms* you
have give your age and your name
and address. My address is Dr. T.
”r erlf l.ynott, 9251 Deagan Building,
Chicago III. You promise me noth
ing- sum pav me nothing for it. All 1
ask’ so there shall be no mistake. ;s
ilia* you send me the numbers of your
symctnmi ur.m description in your
own words, and that you take the
medicine according to the directions’ I
send-vou; It is 'by way of getting
.’ub.Kc.ity for my medicine so that H
will -become widely known.
11 agree when you have used
dissolves and drives out uric
acid poison, it tones the kidneys so
that they work in harmony with the
bladder. It strengthens the bladder so
that frequent desire to urinate and
other urinary disorders are banished.
It stops rheumatic aches and pains
Immediately. It dissolves uric acid
crystals so that back and muscles no
longer ache and crooked joints quickly
straighten out. It - reconstructs the
»blood-and nerves to that you soon feel
healthier and more vigorous, sleep
better and eat better and have energy
v throughout the day. It does all this,
and yet contains nothing injurious and
is absc#i itely vouched for according lo
law.
Sufferers from these dreadful and
YOU
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DR. T. FRANK LYNOTT,
who will send medicine to anyone
free of charge.
dangerous diseases can surely afford
k o spend a few minutes each day fora
few days to demonstrate to their own
satisfaction if they are curable, espe
cially when you consider no expense is
involved, and I willingly give you my
time and my medicine. All any fair-
minded afflicted person wants to know
! s if a certain thing will cure HIM or
HER, and here is an opportunity to
find out without cost, obligation or
important toss of time. THESE FEW
DAYS may be the turning point in
your life.
All who are interested enough to
write me for the free medicine will
also receive a copy of my large illus
trated medical book, which describes
the^e diseases thoroughly. It is the
largest book of the kind ever written
for free distribution, and a new edi
tion is just being printed.- I will also
write you a letter of diagnosis and
nvdical advice that should be of great
help to you; but in order to do this I
must know that you need my medi
cine. Write me the numbers of the
svmptoms that trouble you. and you. 1
age, and I will promptly carry out my
promises. Show an inclination to be
cured and you will be.
free abandon, and sighed contented
ly. Styles had changed.
Right From Peachtree.
The girls were just out of the
Peachtree throng. They wore low tan
shoes without heels that brought
their entire foot within an unwonted
quarter of an inch to the ground.
When they walked the back of their
feet struck the floor with a dull thud
—at last the term is truthful—and
the front of their feet flapped down
with a lightly echoing concussion.
But then, everybody knows the re
sult of the new flat-bottomed style,
for everybody is affecting it on
Peachtree Street.
Pigeon-toes are unveiled in all their
naivete. High heels, forcing the toes
obliquely outward, have passed. But
then, who should worry? The new
wrinkle, the girls all say, is comfort
able. And strangely enough, the girls
admit that they are sensible, admit
it without so much as a blush for
the fast-disappearing tradition that
style is art, and that art and conven
ience are incompatible.
Where are the heels of yesterday?
Who knows? Shoe dealers of Atlanta
don’t.
The same shoe merchants,. swell
ing their profit accounts by sales of
rubber-soled shoes* to the maidens of
Atlanta, are a little resentful toward
those very same shoes. They can’t
explain them.
“Where did they come from?” said
one expert buyer yesterday. “I wish
I knew. I wish I knew wljere any
styles in women’s shoes come from.
There’s no logic to any of them.” He
sighed hopelessly.
“Despair, thy name is girls’ shoes,”
he murmured.
Style Comes to Stay.
Then he explained that the new
style, springing suddenly out of no
where into a tremendous vogue, seems
to have come to stay—not the abso
lutely heel-levs effect, maybe, but a
very low-heeled compromise, wilh
rubber soles. Even the conventional
Cuban-Louise walking shoes, with
higher heels, have rubber tips on the
heels.
“Shoes are made by an indefinable
combination,” he elucidated. “That
combination is style, comfort, and
wear. The new shoes have something
of them all. But where they came
from, and what’s coming next—say
avk me something easy. I don’t
mind prophesying a pennant winner,
or the Bull Moose future. But shoes—
“The girls got from the men
I reckon. That’s my best guess. Ii
looks like emancipation and a votes-
for-women development.”
Then he grumbled.
“But there’s no logic in women’s
shoe styles. They change with the
weather—they don’t wait for sea
sons.”
Musical Comedy
For Vail
Think of turning from a Dr. Jekyll
and Mr. Hyde role to a Jimmy Pow
ers sailor part! That is if you can
think of such a thing without over
taxing yourself. Sounds preposter
ous—especialyl when one considers
that the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
thing was well done.
Yet that is what Edwin Vail wants
to do. Be it known that Mr. Vail
is some actor and is now leading
man of the Miss Billy Dong Stock
Company. Most capable and win
ning. too, is Mr. Vail in his work.
More than that he is successful and
is now getting a salary that many
musital comedy stars might envy.
But Mr. Vail wants to quit being
a leading man and a matinee hero.
He wants to don the spangles and i
absurd costumes of a musical eo'm-
edy laugh-maker. He who is ac
customed to making one cry and to
winning plaudits by his brave and
glorious acts on the stage battle
fields—he who has won many hearts
by spoiling the well laid plans of
the villians! *Tis silly, say you.
Still ’tis true. Here are his own
words.
“I am tired of being a leading
man. I am tired of playing fine parts
where I am always being called up
on to' do hefbic deeds. I am tired
of winning applause by taking heavy
roles. I am tired of always coming
out on top with the fair maiden in
my arms. I am tired of all the glo
rious roles which stir the fluttering
hearts of the matinee girls—God
bless them!
“I want to be the butt of the
jokes.
Musical Comedy Goal.
“I want to jump into musical com
edy. I want to play a Dick-Dead-
Eye part, exchanging my immaculate
dress suit for a rough and ready
sailor make-up; or be a Bum Detec
tive; or a Busy Izzv Easy Mark—
anything of the kind to get into
musical comedy. And believe me I
am going to realize this ambition.
“It may seem strange to hear me
saying these things, for most leading
men aspire to do Shakespeare. Look
at William Faversham; James K.
Hackett, Nat Goodwin and all those
kind. And then look at the come
dians? Why Eddie Foy wants to be
a Hamlet and DeWolf Hooper wants
to do Shylock. Not for me. 1 want
some extravagant, freakish role and
believe I can make good in such.
“I have been on the stage ten
years and seven of this number has
been devoted to playing leading roles.
I have played more than 400 differ
ent leading characters during these
seven years, for some months as
suming two eaqh week in stock.
Think of what a burden it has been
to be the hero of 400 plays of one
character or another. I have played
a few villain and heavy roles, such
as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and even
a Romeo in “Romeo and Juliet.” Now
I want a change.
“I started out as a singer and still
have something ol a voice. My first
appearance on the stage was in my
home town, Plainfield, N. .1., ten
years ago with Primrose and West’s
minstrels. I only remained with
the minstrels a short time when I
began playing parts in stock and
touring companies. Seven years ago
I became a leading man and have
been living up to the mark since.
Path of Roses, Maybe.
“I did not fun away from home
to go on the stage and- did not start
working for little or nothing.
Mr. Vail is quite an extraordinary
leading man and if the words of
Homer George, manager of the At
lanta, count for anything he should
succeed in his new ambition. Mr.
George has an abiding respect for
Mr. Vail. He is a man of brains,
smart, thoughtful and always .at
ease. Mr, Vail, is a graduate of
Columbia University and as well set
up as any college man might be.
If next season or the season after
you see the handsome young fellow
doing some outlandish work in mus
ical comedy—and making you laugh
—don’t be surprised if the program
classifies that man as:
Edwin Vail.
Woman’s Hair Is on the Wane
By MIGNON HALL.
Seventy-five per cent of the women
in Atlanta are getting bald.
In other words they are shedding
their hair—it isn’t growing where it
used to be. It is falling out in lumps
and it’s getting stringy. Femininity’s
top landscape is thinning.
Also 99 per tent of Atlanta women
wear false hair. If it were gathered
up all in one lump, it would probabl/
amount to about 50 tons when all the
braids and rats and curls had been
piled up in a brush-heap.
Local hair specialists are responsi
ble for these statements, but say hus
bands of Atlanta and other localities
needn’t worry. The same thing is
happening to women everywhere.
They are getting bald over at Monte
zuma and Halifax and Griftin and
every other foreign country just in
the same way.
What has done the mischief with
the tresses is:
Burning them with curling
tongs.
Marcelling them with a punk
marcellist.
Peroxiding them.
Bleaching them.
Dyeing them.
Not washing them.
Forgetting to brush them.
And other little details.
Therefore, when you see a woman’s
hair nowadays you don’t see it. You
see what covers it.
Transformations Work Wonders.
What covers it is a “tranforma-
tion” or it’s a "transformation pompa
dour” which Is the same thing with
a longer name, only different.
Now, a transformation, for the ben
efit of our male readers, is simpty
nothing more nor less than a wig.
A woman simply takes the remaining
strands of hair she is hoarding for
souvenir purposes and twists them
up in a tight little ball on the top
of her head. (Over this picture we
draw a veil.) Then she takes the
"transformation,” clasps it around
her head at a point Just above the
eye-brows and hooks it up in the
back. In the quarter of a second she
has grown a full suit of hair, any
color desired.
Now if she wears a “transforma
tion pompadour,” it’s the other way
around. She combs the strands all
about her face, sets her wig on like
a bathing cap and pulls the hair up
over it. That’s all.
And it’s just as easy to grow curls.
Talk about hair restorers!^ They are
lazying around somewhere in South
Florida going backwards on their
way to New York in comparison with
modern hair methods. You use a
hair pin only. Then you locate said
hairpin, curl attached, in a deep hole
In your firmest rat so that it will not
slip out on George’s shoulder when
he is crooning soft things in your
ear. It might queer his intentions, if
he has any.
For while there are a lot of nice
considerate men in this world, there
are. certanly some others who are
mighty skittish of the hairless spe
cies. Two or three have lately put
detectives on the job of finding out
if their sweetheart’s lovely “ba >y
blonde” suit is the kind that won t
come off without vigorous snatching
or is just* the detachable kind after
all. There Is a fortune In it for some
one who will Invent something that
can be glued on and look natural.
Balm in Gilead.
However, there is always balm in
this week whispered that moat of the
men of his acquaintance—he was
speaking about husbands—bad about
become resigned to their fates. He
said he thought that in a couple of
years or so men would simply forget
to expect women to have hair any
way. Finding a sprout then would
be like discovering the baby’s flr.it
tooth.
“It has struck me,” said one man,
“that a good subject for a popular
song would be 'Where are the hairs
of yesterday?’
Another said: “Dearie, the kind of
hair women have nowadays is not
the sort that mother used to make.
It's the kind that father didn’t.”
But don’t let that worry you for
a second. The less hair you have
the easier you can get your hat on.
Over in Paris, and you know we are
just wild about Paris, the women are
cutting their hair off to fit their
“acorn hats.” If you can’t get your
wig and your own hair all at once
in the .same place, just get rid of your
hair. That’s all.
But red hair’s all the rage just non.
Even grandma wears Sister Annie's.
It is so becoming to her.
Mild suggestions to improve your
hair, if you want to:
Use pure soap when you wash it
every two weeks.
Let it dry in the sun and breeze
to the wind.
It will not break off at the Join-s
that way. (For it has joints.)
Don’t bake it out before a hot grate.
It will split and become the great
divide or something like that. Yju
can’t tell.
Move away from an electric light
when your head gets hot from th'j
reflector.
Brush it and use common sense in
taking care of it.
If you do that you have done your
best Mabel—and you know the old
quotation about angels.
LAUGHS
In the Biological Laboratory.
A germ had Just finished drinking
about three fingers of methyl alcohol.
After the last drops had trickled down
his throat he licked his chops, clench
ed his fists, looked fiercely around the
room and roared:
“Now, where Is that professor that
was chasing me this morning?”
Choice Spot.
“The advertising man has his trou
bles these days.”
"As to how?**
“Everybody wants apace next to
pure baseball matter.”
Very Likely.
An illiterate farmer, wishing to en
ter some animals in the “cowntv
fayre,” wrote the secretary as follows:
“Also enter me for the best Jauk-
ass. I am bound to take the prize.”
A Stiff Smoke.
Johnny—Look here, old man, it's
no use trying to unlock the door
with a cigarette.
Fweddy—Bless me! Howstrangsh!
Wonder whether I’ve smoked the
keysh?
Bird of Another Feather.
Teacher—Jacob wrestled with an
angel, you khow, Willie.
Little Willie (whose father is a the
atrical manager)—And did the angel
finally consent to back the show,
teacher?
Pat-Riotic.
“Bay did vez hear thot Pat O’Mulli
gan wouldn't have his new house built
of nothin’ but imitation stone?”
“No; an’ phwy did he want nothin
but imitation stone?”
“Because ’tis shamrock.
E THERE MEDICAL GRAFT AND GRAFTERS?
A Talk On Interesting Health Subjects
By DR. WM. M. BAIRD
Jokes
These Are the Symptoms:
f—Pain *n the hack.
2— Too frequent desire to urlnat**.
3— Burning or obstruction of urine.
4— Pain or soreness in the bladder.
5— Gas or pain in the stomach.
6— Geiwrr.l debility, weakness, dizziness.
7— Pair or soreness under right rib.
8— Swelling In any part of the body.
9— Co net i option or liver trouble.
10— Pciplfiticu or pain under the heart.
11— Pain in the hip joint.
12— Pain in the neck or head.
13— Pain or sctvness in the kidneys.
14— Pain or swelling of the joints.
15— Pain or swelling of tne muscles.
IF—Pain and soreness in nerves.
17—Acute or chronic rheumatism.
Too True.
Wife—Do you know, I have a very
little mouth. In the glass it doesn't
look large enough to hold my tongue.
Husband (testily)—It isn’t!
Awful Mistake Is Right.
"That was an awful mistake the
surgeon made. The man he operated
on didn’t have what he thought he
did.”
“Didn’t have appendicitis at all,
eh?” " 4
“Oh, he had appendicitis, ^all right,
but he didn’t have any money.”
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prefer burlesque
“Do you
drama?”
“Why, of chorus.”
Correct.
Professor—How would you say
French, “All the chickens are
roost?”
Brilliant Student—Tout a coup, s’
Policemen all over the world use
TIZ. Policemen stand on their feet
all day and know what sore, tender,
sweaty, swollen feet really mean
They "use TIZ because TIZ cures their
feet right UI>. It keeps feet in perfect
condition. Read what this policeman
has to say: “I was surprised and de
lighted with TIZ for tender feel. 1
hardly know how to thank you enough
for it. It's superior to powders «>r
plasters. I can keep my. feet in per
fect condition. Believe in my earnest
gratitude for TIZ. I am a policeman
and keep on my feet all day Errrzy
Harrell, Austin. Texas.
You never tried anything like TIZ
before for your feet. It is different
from anything ever before- sold.
TIZ is not a powder. Powders and
other foot remedies clog up the pores.
TIZ draws out all poisonous exuda
tions which bring on soreness of the
feet, and is the only remedy that
does. TIZ cleans out every pore and
glorifies the feet your feet.
You'll never limp again or draw up
your face in pain and you'll forget
about your corns, bunions and cal
louses. You’ll feel like a new person.
If you allow' your head to be swayed
in favor of taking a substitute for
TIZ. you'll have to answer to your
feet. For there is nothing else will
insure your Pet being well. TIZ is
for sale at all drug st- rfs. depart
ment ard general stores at Lf.c a box.
Money back if TIZ doesn’t do all we
say. For a free trial package write
to-day to Walter Luther Dodge & C*
Chicago, ill
T HERE goes fifty dollars of easy money out of
my door to some other doctor, I have no doubt.
Or maybe it goes for more fuel for his satanic
majesty’s furnace. Who knows? I don’t. I do know
it is lost to me, and I could
have used it tc good ad
vantage.
The same thing occurs
a couple of times a week,
and often sets me to think
ing seriously as to whether
I am wrong or whether I
should do as many others
do—think of myself first.
Should the doctor’s bank
account or the patient’s
good be the first consider
ation?
The reader will say that
there is only one answer
to this, and yet, when a
couple of years ago in one
of my Sunday talks I
wrote of the commercial
ism that was hurting the
medical profession, I
touched on a virgin sub-
") iect, but to-day it is being
discussed in medical jour-
i nals as a subject of more
than ordinary interest to
| | the profession at large.
This line of thought has
been brought out by a man
who walked into my office
and pulled out a bottle of
Salvarsan (“606”), and said he had just bought it,
so that he knew he was getting the real thing, and
he wanted me to give it to him.
Now, this man consulted me first five years ago,
and wanted me to treat him for specific blood poison.
I could find no evidences of the disease or no history
of his ever having had it, and so informed him. He
had already been treated for the disease, and, in fact,
was a victim of syphilophobia, or a fear of the dis
ease. Now he comes and wants “606” on the princi
ple, as he puts it, “that ‘606’ is a cure, and for fear
I may have it I want the remedy.” He stated that
Dr. offered to give it to him for $25.00, but
having confidence in me he preferred me to give it,
and would give me $50.00 if I would give it to him.
I refused, and Dr. , who is very REGU
LAR and would not countenance any breach of eth
ics such as advertising unless he could get it free,
will get his $25.00, and call me a quack because I ad
vertise and pay for it, and I think Dr. a
faker and a fraud.
A few day3 ago a man consulted me whose ner
vous condition was completely broken down—
a cctildn’t sleep, bad dreams, so run down and misera
ble as to find life a drag and a burden.
He wanted me to treat him, and he wanted no med
icine, but had read a lot of literature that convinced
him that an electric belt was just what he wanted.
I knew the needs of his case, and knew that an elec
tric belt was of about as much account as any other
form of pow-wow. He showed me an advertisement
of one to cost $30.00, and I told him if he must s;iend
his money for such foolishness, he could go and get
the same thing for $2.00 or $3.00.
DR. WM. M. BAIRD,
Brown - Randolph Bldg.
56 Marietta St., Atlanta, Ga.
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I am one that believes that a large proportion of
the medical profession is guided by altruistic princi
ples, but I can not help but know that there are
grafters in the profession, and they are not all con
fined to the advertising field, either. Many an oper
ation is performed more for the fee than for the
good of the patient. Doctors know it, and the lay
man knows it, too.
Two years ago I had something to say about the
humbugging of “606.” Every word I wrote has
come true. The drug itself is a good preparation of
arsenic, and in selected cases is of value, but of no
more value than other arsenical compounds. Not a
single man whose opinion is worth a straw would
to-day declare it a CURE. And proof of this is shown
by the fact that not a day goes by but someone
comes into my office who has had it administered
from one to a half dozen times, and is worse than be
fore.
Another proof, too, is the fact that many doctors
get a good fee for giying it and ease their conscience
by telling the patients that they must take a course
of medicine afterward. The benefit the patient gets
is from the internal medicine and not from the
“606.”
As a matter of fact, its sale and use would have
been very limited if the profession was not under the
hypnotic spell of the great German medical trust.
Just now we are having another German aiming to
do the (as they think) silly American public by un
loading another preparation or serum to cure tuber
culosis. I mean the Friedmann cure, which will fall
flat within a few weeks and be wholly discarded.
Why? Simply because Friedmann made the com
mercial mistake of not getting the backing of the
Trust in his own country, which would have held it
up a little longer.
It has been my aim in my talks to tell the public
something that would be of value for them to know
on health subjects.
Having been steadily in working harness for
thirty-six years I have learned many things of value
to patients, and I am proud to know that my efforts
to enlighten the public are appreciated.
What I like to do in my work is to sit down with a
patient and make a thorough, careful examination,
and then fully explain to him his condition and his
need. I like to tell my patients just what they can
expect from proper treatment, and not give them a
lot of glittering promises that can not be kept or
made good.
To those who appreciate this kind of service I ex
tend an invitation to call any day from 9 a. m. to 6
p. m. Sunday 10 to 12.
Dr. Wm. M. Baird,
Brown-Randolph Bldg..
56 Marietta St.,
Atlanta, Ga.
Please send me your booklet on Specific Blood Poison. Also
one on Health, and, as soon as It comes from the press, your
revised article on Brain and Nerve Exhaustion, and other arti
cles you may publish from time to time.
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