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I Their Mamed Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER. M adame jouven’s is in the very heart of the Latin Quar ter. It la a dingy building with a faded, atrlped awning which shade* the tables outside, and with low-cellinged ■»oan and saw duet floors within. T?i© small, round tables are placed so clone that Madam** Jouven and her three daughters who serve you, can hardly squeeze through. Although It was only half-past six. every table on the terrace was taken. "Oh. hos quaint! Look, the walls are all covered with sketches!” ex claimed Helen, a.s one of Madame Jouven’s daughters led them Inside "Quaint enough," grumbled War ren. "But I’m mighty sceptical about these places where they serve dinner for only two francs. That's too cheap. Something’s wrong, some thing’s wrong somewhere." "But Marlon said all the art students came here—It must be all light. And everything looks clean” “Well, art students may thrive on horse meat, but I don’t want any of It in mini Remember those shop* with the gilded horse's head? I’ll wager these quaint little ‘restaurants* are their prize customers.” "Don't, dear—don’t spoil our din ner,” pleaded Helen, glancing around for Marlon, who had said they would find her there any night. Warren had come most reluctantly. He had been very unresponsive to Helen’s enthusiastic account of the meeting with her old school friend. “She’d be a blamed sight better off at home than living here In the Quarter,” was his verdict, when Helen told him of Marion's studio and her independence. Marion Arrives. Warren was never In sympathy with “careers” for women. He thought their place was In the home and never lost an opportunity of say ing so. **Oh, there’s Marion now,” eagerly, as a tall girl In a sailor hat, white shirtwaist and blue serge skirt, came beaming by toward them. Helen tried to make her cordiality cover Warren’s lack of It. He had known Marion only slightly in the old school days, and now' he was un doubtedly prejudiced against her work and her Bohemian life Possibly Helen's admiration and enthusiasm increased thin prejudice. But Marlon was too genuinely fond of Helen and too delighted to he with her to notice Warren aloofness. One of Madame Jouven’s daughters now brought them each a plate on which was a sardine, two olives, one slice of tomato and two tiny radishes In a two-franc dinner the food must be served in very exact portions. She also brought three pint bottles of claret, with a dab of red wax over each cork. “So we get a bottle of sealed wine with our two-franc dinner?” "But it’s very good wine.” declared Marlon, resenting Warren’s sarcasm. “This Is the best two-franc dinner in Peris. Every student in the Quarter swears bv Madame Jouven Look at the testimonials of our gratitude.” nodding to the penciled sketches which covered the walls “Oh. I w’ftp going to ask you about those," Interrupted Helen "Road that one back of you—the verses are in English.” Helen turned to a clever sketch of a lYench ballet girl, pirouetting on one toe. The verse underneath she read aloud: "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Here’s to keep you as you are Twinkle now, for you’ll grow fat, And stars don't twinkle after that!” Even Warren grinned an appreci ative, “That’s not bad.” "Some of the best ones are on the other side," said Marlon. Every inch of the oppo«dte wall was covered with drawings, most of them caricatures. Some of the verses were in French, some in English, and most of them screamingly hinny. Mimi. “Hello, what’s that?” demanded Warren, looking under the table. “Oh, that’s Mlml,” laughed Marion, dropping half her sardine on the TWO WOMEN SAVED FROM OPERATIONS By Lydia E. Pfnkhanrt Vegetable Compound— Their Own Stories Here Told. W Bestilc^ Ni ag«j my Wt side bt'gan to pain me and the pain got so severe at times that I suffered terribly with It 1 visited three doctors and each one wanted to operate on mt. but I would Dot consent to an operation. I heard of the good Lydia E Plnkham's Vege table Compound doing for others And I used several bottles of It, with the result that I haven't been both ered with my side since then I am In good health and I have two little girls.”—Mrs R B. Child. Beatrice, fteb. The Other Case. Cary. Maine.—"I feel it a doty 1 owe to all suffering women to tell what Lydia E. Plnkham's Vegetable Compound did for rr.w One year ago I found myself a terrible sufferer 1 had pains in both aides and. euch a soreness I could scarcely straighten up at times My back ached 7 had no appetite and was so nervous l could not sleep, then I would be so tired mornings that I could scarcely get around It seemed almost im possible to more or do a bit of work and I thought I never would be any better until I submitted to an opera tion. but my husband thought I had better write to you and I did so, stf\t lng my symptoms. I commenced raking Lydia E. Plnkham'e Vegetable Compound and soon Mt llko a new woman. I had no pains, slept well, had good appetite* and ould do al most all my own work for a family of four. I shall always feel that J good health to your Vege- sawdust floor for the big gray cat. "Well, I wish ‘Mlml’ would claw the table's leg instead of mine.” “Oh, isn’t she a beauty'*” Helen leaned over to stroke her sleek fur “We’ve got the most wonderful Per- j sion cat — Pussy Purrmew She's [ taken three ribbons at the Madison Square Garden, besides a special- -" I “Oh. cut It,” broke in Warren. I "When Helen gets started on Pussy 1 Purrmew you think we had the' only cat that ever took a prize.” "He’s Just as proud of her as I am." teased Helen. Here a crowd of eight students came In, nodded to Marlon as they passed, and with an air of being quite at home pushed two tables to gether, seated themselves, and began rearranging the sliver. Geniality. They were all Americans %vho had evidently been long In the Quarter. Helen Instantly noticed a marked resemblance in one of the men to a large cartoon on the side of the wall under which was scrawled "A Type.” He had the same closely-trimmed Van Dyke beard, the same slouch hat. flowing tie and black velvet coat. He needed only the portmanteau under his arm to complete the pic ture. "Yea, that's a caricature he drew of himself,” smiled Marlon, noticing Helen’s glance of comparison “He’s very clever, but he’s too lazy to work. His folks live somewhere in Michigan. I believe they're well-off. and occasionally he gets a rheck from home. The one next to him Is Paul Golomore—he had a picture In the Salon last year. The girl he’s with Is Elsie Claypool—she does minia tures.” The man with the Van Dyke beard went over to a shelf on which were a dozen or more napkins In varied colored rings. “Get mine! Get mine!” clamored the others, catching them dexterously as he tossed them over “Here’s yours. Marlon. Want it?” holding It up, poised to throw. Marlon laughed and shook her head. “No, I'm company to-night, so I’m flaunting a fresh one.” “Oh, all r-i-g-h-t,” with a comic drawl as he put back the napkin. Two of the other men had gone after the claret, glasses, re.llshea and bread, which with noisy merriment they distributed around their long table. **Oh, yes, when it’s crowded here we often wait on ourselves,” smiled Marlon. “And we all have our nap kin rings—It saves Madame a lot of laundry.” Helen was beginning to feel the charm of It all. and even Warren unbent somewhat 1n this atmosphere of geniality and good fellowship. An the dinner consisted only of relishes, soup, fish, chicken, salad and cheese, the possibility of horse-meat was eliminated. Marlon suggested that they take their coffee and liquor out to one of the now vacant tables on the terrace. Everyone wan having a cordial, for a dinner In Paris however inexpen sive, is not complete without a cognac, ani^tte, menthe, or grenadine. Old Marie. The group of American students at the long table grew more merry. Every now and then they broke Into a chorus of some popular song, beat ing time on the table with their glassos. Almost everyone had finished his dlnneT, but they all still lingered on. Pome were playing checkers, others had pushed aside their coffee cups and wore writing letters. The check ers and the well-worn portfolios with the notepaper and pink blotters were supplied by Madame. These Latin Quarter restaurants are not merely places to eat, for they contribute much to the social life of the student. ' A little old woman, bent and shriv elled. now paused In the street before the terrace and began to Ming in a piping voice. Between the verses she executed a tottering pas seul. “That** old Marie Pho used to be a famous dancer at the opera.” “But surely some society would take care of her.” asked Helen. Marion shrugged her shoulders. “There’s so many worn-out art lets In Paris. And perhaps old Marie would rather have this vagrant life and her glass of absinthe,” ns WaTren and some of the students threw her a few sous, "than to be shut up In an old ladies’ home.” A number of students who had evi dently dined somewhere else now cam© in to have a cordial and a chat at Madame Jouven’s. Every one seemed to know every one else. It was after ten before they left. Marlon insisted on their coming to her studio. They walked with her to the gate of the old garden, but to Helen’s disappointment Warren re fused rather curtly to go up. "Dear, Fm afraid Marlon was hurt,” as they turned back into the Boule vard St. Michael. "You were almost rude.” “Well, she’d no business to insist. Phe saw I didn’t want to go. I’ve hnd enough Bohemianlsm for one night Where'© that underground sta tion we saw on the way down?” "Oh, Warren, we’re not going back in the underground?” "Why not?” "After dinner in the Latin Quarter —to take the underground? We might as well be in the subway at home. It would spoil the atmosphere of the whole evening.” "Atmosphere be hanged! Should think those fellows’d be glad to get hack to less atmosphere and more civilization. This T^atln Quarter life's only camping out." “But dear, their work—their ca reers—” "Careers! If a few of those yaps would cut their hair, shake their greasy velvet Jackets, and go back home, they might make a decent liv ing. which is a whole lot more than they’ll do here!” Playing the Game. Two Scots met In a golf match. On I one side of the course there was a high railway embankment. Over this railway it happened Jock drove his ball. They hunted for it a long time, but could not And it. Sandy wanted Jock to give It up, but Jock wouldna. for a lost ball means a lost hole. Finally Jock took a new ball frae his poke, dirtied it, and pretended to And it. "Here ’Us. Sandy!” he called. "Ye’re a leear. Jock!” responded i Sandy. "I’m no a leear! Here ’tis!” "Ye're a leear. for I’ve had it in ma ipocket for fufteen meeniit!” THE TUNN Greatest Story of Its Kind Since Jules Verne 1 Jtt e Bobbie’s . By WILLIAM F. KIEK. Pa (From ffce O-ttmb of R«mb«rd Oar-nan version (Vvpyrtshted. uy a n»<-hor V*r!*4f. Berlin. Kbg-Uh tranalatton ar.d fora|>ii*t.on tty “S (CopTrlxbtad. ISIS, by IolarnaUana. Neva ftarrtoe.) The hundreds who made a com fortable living snapping for th» j •craps that fell from the financial orgies of the great, watched the great screens in front of the news paper offices far into the night. They wanted to know who MacKendree Allan was, and who was back of him and where his tunnel would be. All of these things might nv*an fortunes to them. EVEN billions represented at conference,” the screen an nounced. In Mg black letters against the blinding white. But the first big sensation came when the following appeared: "Europe will be a suburb of New York, says C. H. Lloyd!” Another paper showed in moving picture® the arrival of Vanderstyfft at the momentous conference In his monoplane, and supplementary pho tographs and sentences to show how the operator of the machine was run dow'n and nearly knocked from the roof. Then a photograoh of hpinna- way. the Injured photographer. Then moving pictures showing Allan help ing Mrs Allan Into a cab the next morning end kissing her good-bye. "Great announcement!" was the next sign, and there was a roar of nervous laughter when the follow ing appeared: "G. O. Hunter, broker, books first passage on first train through tun nel.” Great Possibilities. In quick succession came state ments from the Secretary of Com munications that the tunnel would save a year In the life of every busi ness man—from a famous tobacco merchant that a carload of goods could be shipped from IjOb Angeles to 8t. Petersburg without reloading— from another money king that a man would go to Europe a dozen times where he went once to-day. And so on. But little of this was grist for the brokers’ mills. Already the news ,* Allan’s real estate operations was more or less substantially before them —one great opportunity snapped up. Others might be slipping away every second. Who was going to lead the financing? Lloyd? Wlttersteiner? How would the money be raised—In the open market? What would the capitalization be—the bond Issue? others than the small fry brokers were busy that night* The great Trans-Atlantic Shipping Trust saw its control of the sea traffic headed for a tremendous disaster If the great plan should prove feasible. The heads of this great combine were among the few excluded from the conference, omitted from Lloyd's invitation list. With their friends and allies they were deep In a council of war, laying shrewd plans to grease the wheels of International politics so that they would operate against the tunnel. Rives found the elderly financier In s secluded comer of the smoking room, where a window commanded a view of the Jersey hills and the air ships winking and flashing against the sky and the occasional upward leaping shafts of light that guided them across the Alleghenies on the line for New York. After Mr. Wtlterstelner had hos pitably seen to the w'ants of his guest as to liquid and nicotine refreshment he nodded to a disordered profusion of telegrams scattered on the littlo table among the bottles and cigarette boxes. "Your friend, Mr. Allan,” he ob served with a quaint smile, “has no: let any grass grow under his feet.” Rives feigned a puzzlement that was not all real. “In what way, Mr. Vlttersteiner ?** The old man chuckled. ”1 have been getting some information from some of my European agents about his activities in the real estate field.” Rives Surprised. Rives could hardly conceal his em barrassment. “Why, surely, Mr. Wlt tersteiner”—he began, but the old man interrupted him with a gesture “Tut, tut! You need not defend him—it was perfectly obvious, but it is the obvious that the small man overlooks. It augurs well for the suc cess of the main plan that the man at the head of it is prompt and clear headed.” “I am glad you feel that way about It,” said Rives, with some relief. “You are interested?” Mr. Witter- steiner smiled shrewdly. “A few millions.” confessed the other wltb a laugh. “I never should have thought about it, but I am being kidnaped into slave labor, and Al lan let me In as balm to ruffled ease.” Mr. Wlttersteiner nodded approv ingly. “That Is good. He Is a gifted man—Mr. Allan—a farseelng man. He will go far. But.” he added gravely, “I hope not too far.” “How do you mean?” asked Rives quickly. “Why, it was very shrewd of him to select for the entrance sites deserts and waste places where the land could be had for a song, but it w’ould not do to try that same principle with the stock of the company—It would not do for mm. I hop© he will re member that older and more respon sible heads are concerned.” “I am sure that Allan has no idea of anything but that Mr Lloyd and his allies shall conduct the financing in their own way with the proper safeguards for himself.” A Bigger Game. ry^HARE was a awful funny cuppel calm to visit Pa & Ma last nlte. Thare naim was Mister Sc Missus Blume; I think thare naim shud have been Gloom. Thay was both of them as sad as if the wurld was cumming to a end. I knew that Pa dident like them, beekaus he is awful jolly moast of the time, but Ma sed that thay was old friends of the fambly so thay wud have to be entertained. I wud be glad to entertain them, Pa sed to Ma out in the kitchen, but thay look so sad that I doant know what to do for their plesur, inless I spank littel Bobbie & malk him cry I have newer did that yet. sed Pa, and I hate to start in now. Oh, I guess thay aint as bad as all that. Ma sed. Jest go out now entertain them till I cum. So Pa Ar me went out into the living room wile Ma was gltting sum lare suppe r for the cumpany. Well, sed Pa to Mister Blume, I see that Matty won another galm yester day. He is doing pritty well for a poor old cripple that is all In, lsent he? sed Pa. I do not pay much attention to the petty triumfs of a baseball player, se 1 Mister Blume. He may be a ldal among the unthinking, but was Cae sar a baseball player? No. He was a grate general! Oh, I see, sed Pa, you want to talk about generals. Well, sir, I think that Napolyun was about the niftiest gen eral that ever told his men to go & git drilled by bullets. He was a far- sited man, sed Pa. Wen his starving, frozen Grand Armee was blundering back from Moscow he cud look far enuff ahed to git out of it his9elf, so he took six of the best horses & the best carriage & took a bee line for Paris, leeving his poor soljers to git hoam the best way thay cud. Oh, yee, he was a inhuman man, sed Mister Blume. He waded to his trl- umfs thru a sea of blood, of blood, blood, blood. Then Mister & Missus Blume looked awful blue & sad. Pa sed he had been in a awful war, too, but dident git no medals, al though he was lntitled two thee. Mister Blume looked at Pa kind or hard for a minnit, but Pa dident turn red. 1 turned kind of red for him, but Mister Blume wasent looking at me, so he dident know that Pa was lying. Well, sed Mister Blume, you may have been in that awful war, but wether you were or not, thare were reely grate men in those days, & the peepul reely loved them. Now we have no reely grate men. Jest wen we begin to think one of them is grate, up cums a Inquiry A somebody produces a lot of canceled checks, & the grate man’s naim is mud. The grate men are all moldering in thare graves, sed Mister Blume. & the grate wlmmen, too, sed } Missus Blume. Oh, dear me, what is this wurld cumming too? Oh, I think you must be a grata woman, I toald Missus Blume. Then she reely smiled & called me a deer littel man. It made me think of a littel verse I herd on the stage: The wise man Is wise In his wisdom. The fool thinks he’s wise in his folly; But the high <Sr the low, warever you go Are all easy marks for a Jolly. Do You Know— Up-to-Date Jokes Private Doughty, of the Royal Ma rine Light Infantry, completed a re markable piano-playing performance at the East Cowes Town Hall re cently. having played without a stop for 25 hours. Doughty finished re markably fresh, his only food having been a few hard-boiled eggs, grapes, and a little milk, relieved by an oc casional puff at a cigarette. The most powerful locomotive in the world has Just been built by the American Locomotive Company for a Virginia railroad. It can haul 155 loaded 50-ton capacity goods trucks at ten miles an hour. It has sixteen driving wheels. The locomotive and tender weigh 752.000 pounds, and the flre-box is large enough to hold a shunting locomotive. The profession of prompter is more suited to women than to men, as their voices carry better across the stag?, and are less audible in the audito rium. Tutter—Awfully pretty baby of yours, Bender, but—er—what is it, a boy or a girl? Bender—Can’t you tell It’s a girl? “No. How on earth do you tell?" “Can’t you see? She’s reaching up to put her mother’s hat on straight.” “Oh, doctor. I feel so discouraged—• whooping cough, measles, mumps, and croup, one after the other, and now my child is ill again!” “Why, the boy’s a genius!” “A genius?” “Yes—infinite capacity for taking pains, you know.” Wedderly—I’d hate to have any business dealings with Slyker. He’s too smart. Singleton—Do you mean to say that you consider him smarter than your self? Wedderly—I certainly do. Why, he had a chance to marry my wife—but he didn’t. An Aeroplane View of “Tunnel City. WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE The story opens with Rives, who is in charge of the technical work ings of the great tunnel from Amerk-a to Germany, on one of the tunnel trains, with Baerrnann, an engineer, in charge of Main Station No. 4. They are traveling at the rate of 118 miles an hour. Rives is in love with Maude Allan, wife of Mackendrick Allan, whose mind first conceived the great tunnel scheme After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean Rives gets out of the train Suddenly the tunnel seems to burst There Is a frightful explosion Men are Ilung to death and Rives is badly wounded. He staggers through the blinding smoke, realizing that about 3,000 men have probably perished. He and oher survivors get to Station No. 4 Rives finds Baerrnann holding at bay a wild mob of frantic men who want to climb on a work train, somebody shoots Baerrnann, and the train slides out. The scene is then changed to the roof of the Hotel Atlantic. The greatest financiers of the country are gathered there at a summons from C. H. Lloyd, "The Money King ” John Rives addresses them, and introduces Al lan Mrs Allan and Maude Lloyd, daughter of the financier, are also pres ent. Allan tells the company of his project for a tunnel 3.100 miles long. The financiers agree to back him. Allan and Rives want him to take charge 1 of the actual work. Rives accepts. Rives goes t G the Bark Club to meet Wit- ! tersteiner, a financier At Columbus Circle news of the great project is being flashed on a screen. Thousands are watching it. Now Go On With the Story. "That is right,” upporved Mr. Wlt tersteiner "The profits from this r n estate transaction will not bo in considerable. but at the same time you must not forget that it is only a trifle—a side show. No matter how great the profit* are, it is simply the work of a real estate operator. The game of finance Is different. But. as I say, It 9peaks well for him I am glad that he Is not merely an engi neer. You have known him long?” "Ever since our college days.” "He is of a wealthy family?” “Not by a long shot!” declared Rives, with energy. "He worked in a coal mine when he was twelve years old and was the only man in the mine with brains enough to find a way out when most of it caved in. That brought him to some promi nence in the news, and a wealthy old woman In Chicago undertook his ed ucation. He told me that watching the drums L-uljng cages up and dowp the .‘hafts gave him his first taste for engineering. Then he went to work for the electrical people and de veloped Allanite. I helped him to finance it and that gave him a mod erate fortune. Since that time he has worked continuously on his tunnel project.” “Truly a remarkable history.” ob served the old man. " And that was hU wife with Miss Lloyd?" “Yes.” “Apparently a very charming and Intelligent woman.” Rives studied the end of his cigar ette. “Yes—a very charming wo man,” he agreed, slowly. L EAVING the teams to toll along fhe sandy by-roads behind him. Rives cantered forward on his wiry little polo pony to look over the ground. It was the last bit of unclaimed land in the Jersey plains. Less than a hundred years before aM of the country they had passed through af ter leaving Toms River, which was the temopary chief shipping point, had been Hand waste and scrub pine. Now it was the most fertile garden land in the world. On the site of the tunnel entrance the government for esters had been busty and sturdy young trees all about him marked the end of the first step in their work of redemption. H E dismounted and scrambled uo one of these that grew on a bit of rising ground, a sand-dune of twenty years before. Far to the southeast he could see the tall chim neys and the smoke of Toms River and mark the shipping in the canal, where once had been the desolate flats of Barnegat Bay. And beyond that a faint strip of the blue At lantic. For a long time he sat dangling his legs from a limb and gazed out across the country until presently dusty col umns of wagons closed in around hint and scores of men began unlimber- lng tripods and marking stakes. Wag on after wagon came up and dis charged its load of men and equip ment--axes for the most part—and soon the woods for miles around rang with the blows of ihc steel, and from his eyrie it seemed to Rives that some invisible giant was stalking through the woodland, sweeping a mighty scythe. The least wooded portions were first assailed, and as fast as the surveyors indicated the places temporary she is sprang up as if they had leaped from the ground. The smoke of a hundred fires went up into the clear summer air. And Rives was in the thick of it, directing gangs of axmen, hurrying the cooks and the carpenters, dashing off across the country toward Lake- wood to "jack up” the mei who were running the temporary telephone line that should have been completed by daybreak. By 11 o’clock the line was into the little combination office and bedroom which was to be his home for the next few weeks. But most particularly he gave at tention to the two steel rails that were thrusting themselves toward him from Toms River, a thousand feet to the hour. “Allan is swamping me here at the terminal,” Wilson telephoned. “I can’t handle everything that’s coming hero and see that the line goes through.” "You have to.” Rives told him blandly. "If it isn’t through so you can get freight started out here be fore dark, you’ll be swamped worse than that in the morpintr—if I know’ Allan. You better stay on the job all night.” The Train Arrives. At 6 o’clock there was a wild cheer from thousands of throats. A train of 50 car9 loaded with cooks, cooking paraphernalia and provisions, bed ding. blankets, boxes and bales of all sorts drew up to the camp and began discharging in a feverish hurry. It was 9 o'clock before the camp was fed. and Rives gave orders that every man was to get as much sleep as he could, as quickly as he could and in the most convenient place. There was rooflne for less than half of the laborers, but Allan's agents had picked this vanguard of the tunnel army with a view to hardship, and they curled up in blankets on the pine needles and slept under the stars, At 4 o’clock the camp was roused by the whistle of a locomotive. Wil son, working all night with the help of most of the freight masters at Toms River and his own men, had started another train of a hundred cars and telephoned that more would be along in a few’ hours. “Get those cars unloaded and shoot ’em back to me as quickly as you can,” he telephoned to Rives. “Allan is not only using all of our private cars, but all he can steal from the railroads, and the traffic manager is beginning to holler ‘Murder! watch!’ ” These were freight cars loaded to the roofs w’ith building materials of the more perishable sort, and Rives swore at his carpenters as they toiled by lantern light to get roofs over it. The handling was faster than the roofing, for the top of each car was packed solid with workmen. The next train brought a complete pow’er plant, which was to be used until the bigger plants could be in stalled, and by th e time it arrived the concrete bases for the dynamos were beginning to dry. It was terrific pace. The run of a few short miles from Toms River gave Wilson a big advantage, and, in spite of his furious efforts, the freight piled up beside the tracks. Rives got Allan on the telephone in New York. “What’s the matter?” he demanded, only half-humorously. “Well—what is the matter?” de manded Allan. “Where are the workmen?" "What workmen?” “Why, I’ve only got about four thousand here now, and they can’t handle the freight and put up the buildings fast enough, let alone do any real work. Get some men!” "All right,” laughed Allan; ‘Til shoot some along.” To Be Continued To-morrow. Prevents Excessive Perspiration r T DELIGHTFUL for dainty women JLy — Economical for women whose mi///, clothes have been faded and spoiled %W/ — Permanent relief for all women who ® suffer from excessive perspiration. ODOR-O-NO THE ANTI-DRESS SHIELD TOILET WATER oonjo (ODOSONO CQ CINCINNATI 0 V » A Keeps the armpits fresh, dry and natural. Eliminates excessive perspiration and its odor from any part of the body. 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