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ITRARST’S SUNDAY AMERICAN, ATLANTA, GA., SUNDAY, MAY 11, 1913.
TALES TOLD Sensible Fad In Shoes at Last
BY THE
JOKESMITHS
Girls Like New Flapper Model
Miss Belle Story’s foot, showing the contrast between the new
Hat heel and'the high model.
Musical Comedy
For Vqil
Woman’s Hair Is on the Wane
LAUGHS
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 etrat 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.”
“Well, mum,” replied the girl, “the
r-eason 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 then
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.”
Old Enough.
"Fine old 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.
Biink (the wholesaler)—Well, how
many orders did you get yesterda>
Gink (the salesman)—I got two or
ders in one shop.
Blink—What were they?
Gink—One was to get out and the
other was to stay out.
He Was Nothing.
First ('oster (outside picture deal
er’s window)—Who was this ere
Kero, Bill? Wasn’t he a chep that
Rubber Soles Bring Feet Closer to the Ground
Than Ever Before.
it.-,
always cold?
Second Coster—No; thet was Zero,
answer bloke altogether.
Can’t Blame Him.
Frenchman—You are funny people,
you Engleesh. You take strong whis
ky ;\vou put water in it to make it
weak; you put sugar in it to make it
sweet; you put lemon in it to make it
sour4: then you say, “Here’s to you,
arul drink it yourself! Mon Dieu!
M i. . BELLE 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 six 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
A few minutes of your time for a
few days and I will demonstrate to
you, without expense to/yourself, that
I have a medicine that drives Uric
Acid poison from the system and by so
doing cur s kidney trouble, bladder
trouble aad rheumatism. I don’t ask
you to take my word for it, but simply
want you to let me rend 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 thing;,
and the only^way I can demonstrate
that fact is to go to the expense of
compounding the medicine 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 rend you a package of medicine
and say that you can use some of it
\*tn(l pay for the rest, but I will send
fyou a supply tree of charge and y.uu
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 one
or more of these symptoms you need
this medicine, and I will.be glad to
-and you some of it if you will write
me ihe numbers of the symptoms* you
have, give your age and your name
and address. My address is Dr. 1.
Frank Uvnott, 9251 Deagan Building.
Chicago.‘ill. You promise me noth
ing; you pay me nothing for it. An 1
•isk*. so there shall be no mistake, is
that you send me the numbers of your
symptoms or a description in your
own words, and that, you take the
medicine according to the direction;’ 1
send you. It is my way of getting
publicity for my medicine so that b
will become widely known.
You will agree when you have used
!t that it dissolves and drives out uric
arid i oison. It tones the kidneys so
that :hev work iij harmony with the
bladder. * It strengthens the bladder so
that frequent desire to urinate and
other urinary disorders are banis'hed.
It stops rheumatic aches and pains
immediately. It dissolves uric acid
crvsfals so that back and muscles no
longer ache and crooked joints quickly
*trriighten out. It reconstructs the
blood and nerves f«o that you soon fee!
:4ieaRhier and more vigorous, sleep
better and vat better and have energy
throughout the day. It does all this.
kancLyet contains nothing injurious and
is absolutely vouched for according to
t law.
Sufferers from these dreadful and
DR. T. FRANK LYNOTT,
who wiM send medicine to anyone
free of charge.
dangerous diseases can surely afford
\o spend a few minutes each day for a
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 loss 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
thef-'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
medical 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 your
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
Peachtfbe 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 cull thud
—at last the term is truthful—and
the front of their feet flapped down
with a lightly echoing concession.
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. Bui
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
stsrte 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 rriaidens 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 where any
styles in women’s shoes come from.
There’s no logic to any of them.” He
sighed hopelessly.
“Desp^ ", thy name is girls’ shoe,
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-le^s effect, maybe, but
very low-heeled compromise, with
rubber soles. Even the conventional
(’uban-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
a.vk me something easy. I don’t
mind prophesying a pennant winner,
or the Bui]* Moose future. But shoes—
“The girls got ’em from the men
I reckon. That’s my best guess,
looks like emancipation and a votes-
for- women development.”
Then he grumbled.
“But there’s no logic in women
shoe styles. They change with the
weather—they don’t wait for sea
sons.”
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 Long Stock
Company. Most capable and win
ning. too, is Mr. Vail in bis work.
More than that he is successful and
is now getting a salary that many
musical comedy stars might envy.
But Mr. Vail wants to quit being
leading man and a matinee hero.
He wants to don the spangles and
absurd costumes of a musical com
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 v battle
fields—he who has won many hearts
bv 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 heroic deeds. I am tired
of winning applause by taking heavy
roles. I am tired of always coining
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 ,.Com«dy 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 Izzy Easy Mark—
anything of the kind to get into
musical comedy. And believe me 1
am going to realize this ambition.
“It may seem strange to hear me
saying these things, for most leading
men aspire to do Shakespeare. Lopk
at William Faversham; James K.
Hackett. Nat Goodwin and all those
kind. And then look at the come
dians? Why Eddie Foy wants to he
Hamlet and DeWolf Hooper wants
to do Shylock. Not for me. I want
some extravagant, freakish role and
believe I can make good in such.
*1 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-
uming two* each 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
few villain and heavy roles, such
as Dr. x 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 j
have something of a voice. My first
appearance on the stage was in my
horqe town, Plainfield, N. J., ten
years ago with Primrose and West's!
minstrels. I only remained with!
the minstrels a short time when I 1
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 run 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.
By MIGNON HALL.
Seventy-five per cent of the women
In Atlanta are getting bajd.
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 cent 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 Griffin 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
mareellist.
Pcroxiding 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
HP 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 th^
back. In the quarter of a second she
has grown a full suit of hair f 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 arc
lazying around somewhere in South
Florida going backwards on their
way to New York in comparison with
modern hair methods. You use
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 “baby
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 most of the
men of his acquaintance—he was
speaking about husbands—had 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 td> have hair any
way. Finding a sprout then would
be like discovering the baby’s first
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 now.
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 joints
that way. (For it has joints.)
Don’t bake it out before a not grate.
It will split and become the great
divide or something like that. You
can’t tell.
Move away from an electric light
when your head gets hot from thy
reflector. 4
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.
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 space next to
pure baseball matter.”
Very Likely.
An Illiterate farmer, wishing to en
ter some animals in the “cownty
fayre,” wrote the secretary as follows
"Also enter me for the best jack
ass. I am bound to take the prize.”
A Stiff Smoke.
man. It's
the door
Johnny—Look here, old
no use trying to unlock
with a cigarette.
Fweddy—Bless me! How Btrangsh.
Wonder whether I’ve smoked the
keysh?
Bird of Another Feather.
Teacher—Jacob wrestled with an
angel, you know, Willie.
Little Willie (whose father is a the
atrical manager)—And did the angel
finally consent to back the show,
teacher?
Pat-Riotic.
“Say, did yez hear thot Pat O’Mulll-
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.
ABE THERE MEDICAL GRAFT AND GRAFTERS?
A Talk On Interesting Health Subjects
1 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
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These Are the Symptoms:
1— Pain in the back.
2— Too frequent desire to urinate.
3— Burning or obstruction of urine.
4— Pain or soreness in the bladder.
5— Gps cr pain In the stomach.
6— Gerer?! d hHity, weakness, dizziness.
7— Pain or sorenres under right rib.
G—Swelling !n any part of the body.
9—Constipation or liver trouble.
10— Palpitation cr pain under the heart.
11— Pain In the hip joint.
12— Pcln in the neck or head.
13— Pain or sorruess in tie kidneys.
14— pain or swelling tf the joints.
15— Pain or swelling of the muscles.
16— Pain and soreness in nerves.
17— Acute or chronic rheumatism.
Jokes
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 ?”
“Oh, he had appendicitis, all right,
but he didn’t have any money.”
The Only Kind.
“Do you prefer burlesque to
drama?”
“Why, of chorus.”
Correct.
Professor—rHow would you say in
French, “AH the chickens are a:
rooal?’”
Brilliant Student-
Tout a coup, tur.
Policemen all over the world use ;
TIZ. Policemen stand on their feet )
all day and know what sore, tender, C
sweaty, - swollen feet really mean. }
They use TIZ because TIZ cures their /
feet right up. It keei>s feet in perfect (
condition. Read what this policeman SIB
has to say: "1 was surprised and de- )|E
lighted with TIZ for tender feet. I ( fo
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gratitude for TIZ. I ani a policeman ( tl
I
have used it to 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,
j Should the doctor’s bank
> account or the patient’s
good be the first consider-
1 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-
x ject, but to-day it is being
discussed in medical jour-
i nals as a subject of more
:J than ordinary interest to
1 the profession at large.
J This line of thought has
been brought out by a man
who walked into my office
56 Marietta St., Atlanta, Ga. an( J pulled OUt a bottle Of
f! 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
cad 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 h 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,
vail 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.
By DR. WM. M. BAIRD
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.
DR. WM. M. BAIRD,
Brown - Randolph Bldg.
Emzy
gratituc
and keep on my feet all day
Harrell, Austin. Texas.
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TIZ is not a powder. Powders and
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TIZ draws out all poisonous exuda
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feet, and is the only remedy that
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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. Tor there Is nothing else will
insure your feet being well. TIZ is
i for sale at all drug stores, depart
ment and general
Money back if T
say. For a free
to-day to Walter Luther Dodge & Co.
' Chicago, Ill.
A few days ago a man consulted me whose ner
vous condition was completely broken down—
;» couldn’t sleep, bad dreams, so run down and misera-
jtf ble as to find life a drag and a burden.
He wanted me to treat him, and he wanted no med-
2 icine, but had read, a lot of literature that convinced
p him that an electric belt was just what he wanted,
y I knew the needs of his case, and knew that an elec-
H trie belt was of about as much account as any other
i-j form of pow wow. He showed me an advertisement
11 of one to cost $30.00, and I told him if he must snend
nti his money for such foolishness, he could go and get
• tnai 1 .:.<•><»*« writ, j n the sanie thing for $2.00 or $3.00.
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 giving 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 tend me your booklet on Specific Blood Poison,
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.
Also
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