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A Woman Is Satisfied With Her Christmas Gifts So Long As They Didn’t Include a Gift From Someone She Forgot
Beauty ,< . ■*
Cecil Cunningham Tells Girls
How to Sleep Correctly
“I W £T
Bv MAUDE MILLER
WANT 1o tell every Kiri of to-
who has an imagination
r>f any kind to be very care
ful jest she overexercise it,” says Miss
Cecil Cunningham, of the “Oh, 1 Sav”
Musical Corned v Company “Per
haps this will sound strange to those
of you who have always thought an
imagination nothing lerfs than a gift
from Heaven, hut I have seen many
pretty girls lose thefr looks from
Upthing more nor less than imagin
ing things that had not occurred, nor
were ever likely to happen.
“Imagination—I will admit that it
gives us a]l an insight intd the high
er ideals and meanings of life, that
without It life would be hardly worth
living, but don't overdo it, or harm
will surely come of It. For instance,
every girl knows how necessary long
consecutive hours of sleep are to
beauty and good health. To sleep, we
must first relax, first the hands and
arms and then the rest of the body,
until every muscle is resting, and
then we must relax the mind. We
must forget that there is anything
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else in the world but sleep, and al
most immediately sleep will come to
claim us. Rut now take the im- |
aginative girl.
She I» Weary.
“She goes to bed weary of body,
but with a mind alert and wide
awake She plans the doings of the
next day. she remembers with a start
a telephone message that she has for
gotten to deliver to some member of
the family, .she dec ides to have a gown
made over, and wonders whether or
not fur trimming would be appropri
ate. And every minute she is getting
wider and wider awake. She tosses
restlessly from side to side, and finally
when she does fall asleep her
rest is filled with dreams. The per
son who gets the most benefit from
sleep never dreams. A couple of
night* like this, and the girl's nerves
will be all on edge, she will be half
sick, and all because of an over-
exercised imagination .
“im&ginaticfa has everything to do
with one’s proper breathing, and 1
will tell you why. Imagining any kind
of an experience plays on the nerves,
stimulates the heart action, and
makes the breath irregular. And
when we don't b seal he properly we
have hollow chests and* sallow skin.
I remember how 1 disliked having my
gowns cut to show my neck and
shoulders when 1 first went on the
*tage, but now I realise that it is
simply revealing the results of a good
oreathing apparatus, and l am proud
to be able to show w hat l have done
for myself.
Exercise Vocal Cords.
“Exercising the vocal cords is splen-
‘The person
*ho gets the
most benefit
from sleep
never dreams, **
says Miss
( unningham.
The imaginative
girl goes to
bed weary of
body, but
alert in mind.
She tosses
from side to side,
and finally,
when she does
sleep, dreams.'*
did for developing the neck and shoul
ders never mind about your voice
people are not expecting to find In
you a second Tetrazzini just because
you have discovered a way to round
out the ugly hollows in your neck and
to regulate your entire breathing ap
paratus.
‘‘If you can control your imagina
tion, 1 cno think of no more delight
ful thing to possess. It will help to
while away many a long, dreary hour;
but be careful, it is so apt to control I
YOU, and when you have lost the
upper hand, to lead you into paths
where excitement holds sway, and
where your nerves are liable to play I
all sorts of tricks on you. I hope a
great many of you will recognize the
truth in these few suggestions and
benefit by them.”
(From the play by George Scar
borough, now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMKNT.
“I am her father, Thief Dempster,
and I am District Attorney,” said
Graham, fighting as man will ever do
for his own. Rut the unasked, un
answered question was how far this
proud father would fight when he
learned the full measure of guilt that
he would never believe until It was
confessed as the black truth. A man
who will defend his woman against
the world until she is driven to con
fess the truth a. man wh<Y must be
lieve that what he loves is pure and
innocent until she convicts herself
out of her own mouth—may find that
guilt confessed truth has the power
to puench the flame of love that the
world's suspicion has only fanned
higher. Justice and duty were Gor
don Graham’s fetish; his oath t«» his
country' bound him: what would he,
what must he do, when be found how
far his daughter had bnJUght herself
under the displeasure of the laws of
his land?
“That won't stop me now. I’ll take
this case over your head to the At
torney General. * * * I arrest
them both.” said Dempster, with cold
allegiance to duty as he saw it.
“What can you gain by her arrest
to-night?’* asked Graham.
"By a proper examination I'll get
something from him or her.”
While the father and the law fought j
for the girl. Holbrook had stood pas- «
slvely by- watching, watching keen
ly for a ray of light through some
chink in the armor of the law. Now
he threw up his head with a motion
of strength he might have learned
from some slag in the forest when
that creature tossed its head in ani
mal supplication to the power of some
god of the wild.
“Aline," he said in a tone of quiet
conviction and power that sent a wave
of new strength to the girl who had
been cowering against the heavy ta
ble where her father fought for her
against the merciless ener she had
evoked. “Aline, there is a law 1h „t
will prtoect—us!”
The Way 0"t.
“US”—i:.»w that word ca*rried com
fort to the girl! He was offering her
an absolute partnership—to which he
brought everything of faith end loy-
alty and (lever determination. He
was quietly sharing her burden here
before them all. And in another mo
ment she would know how absolutely
he was sharing what might befall her
for weal or woe!
"Let me ask Father Shannon one
question, gentlemen? Only one, mind
you no more ”
“FATHER SHANNON, HAS NOT
THIS LADY CONFESSED TO YOU
HER SECRET MARRIAGE?”
Holbrook’s eyes flamed with domi
nant purpose. The priest faced him
for a moment. There was a moment's
pause—a moment linked with the
great mystery of one man’s impelling
Influence over his fellows. At last
Father Shannon turned his eyes from
the Captain to the girl.
I “May I speak?”
Aline nodded her head. * • *
I “Yes,” she murmured.
“She has confessed to me—har
i priest —HER SECRET MARRIAGE.”
There was an absolute hush of
waiting in the room. Amazement was
written on Graham's face—and a
syptic smile played about the Chief's
lips -the game moved fast, indeed!
Defying the world for her if ne d
be, in exalted triumph Holbrook tool;
Aline into his arms. She crept into
Gieir sanctuary—and watched with
trustful joy, the while he threw up
his head in challenge—arfd cried in
loyoui triumph:
THERE IS A LAW THAT PRO
TECTS EITHER HUSBAND OR
WIFE FROM TESTIFYING
AGAINST THE OTHER—IS THERE
NOT?”
The other men slow ly nodded.
“WELL, THE... GENTLEMEN,
YOU'LL GET NOTHING FROM
EITHER OF US, FOR THIS LADY
IS MY WIFE!”
Gordon Graham felt in a flash that
this was why he had not liked Aline’s
“world man”—because he had felt in
Holbrook the possibility for just such
clandestine sneaking of what he
wanted. And 'Chief Dempster hard
ened in his conviction that these two
were a clever pair who would bear
watching-and watching apart.
Aline Paroled.
And Father Shannon wondered if
ever a lie had been -told in s*o noble a
cause.
For just one joyous moment Aline
stayed close and warm in the sanc
tuary of her lover’s arms—and then
in a tone that rumbled through her
consciousness with the irresistible
power of a car of steel on a track of
steel, came Chief Dempster's voice:
"You may take the girl home with
you. Graham but she is—my pris
oner. Your parole that you will keep
her so.”
In unspeakable agony the father
bowed his shamed head.
“As for Captain Holbrook—he may
come with me.”
“Where? Where? Oh. no—it isn't
fair—noi him—I ”
A line's voice rose in the shrill stac
cato of onrushing hysteria.
'■Aline!" commanded Holbrook
sternly, while his arms tightened
their strength-giving, tender hold.
“They are to get nothing from either
of us. You are to say no word. Re
member—I command you to be si
lent.”
”1 will—my vow—oh. Larry, Lar
ry,” she murmured, weakly, lying
snent and inert in his arms.
To Ba Continued To-morrow.
,-t Science s ■.-*
By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
A Geological Aristocrat Who
Has Outlived His Time
H ERE again is the war of races—
the play of the terrible law
that life must live upon life
But the antagonists confronting
one another In this picture—the little
humming-bird, with its defending
lance, and the mouse-like creature
seeking the eggs—possess a particu
lar interest, because one of them is
what a French naturalist calls a “reve-
nat”; that is to say. a “ghost.” though
This unusual ,
picture shows
the caenolestes
surprised while
raiding a bird’s
nest for eggs.
The mother bird
is furiously
trying to drive
the thieving
nniwal awiiv.
© © The Manicure Lady
By WILLIAM F KIRK.
Good All Round
aids to good health—and to the
strength, comfort and cheerful
ness which depend on thecondi-
tion of health—are the famous,
time-tested, safe and speedy
BEECHAM’S
PILLS
Ht •v«rrwk«re, la be*—. 10c.. 25*.
ill "’AS reading a poem last night
E that was wrote Ly a gent
named Mister Poe," said 'ho
Manicure Lady. “The name of it was
the na'me of some bird, something like
a crow, and, ge6! George, that poem
made the chills run up and down my
spine for fair. 1 think it must be
grand to be able to write poems and
frighten people."
“1 don’t see any class to frighten
ing people,” declared the Head Bar
ber. “Why didn't he write somethin*
to make them laugh?”
"Any clown could do that.’’ said the
Maificure Lads “But this piece was
too hard for a clown to * rite. Part
of it went, 'Ah, distinctly 1 remember,
it was in the bleak December.’ 1
could see the dead leaves flying wtie.l
1 read them lines And that makes
me think, George, of something that
puzzles me a let of times. Why is n
that a person gets bluer in the fail
than In the spring? 1 try to be
bright and merry like a little song
bird, but all of a sudden I think about
how short a time we are here, or
somebody that died in a railroad
wreck, or the Giants in the last
World** Series, and all my happiness
I is, shot to pieces. That’s the way 1
j aiii most every fall since 1 can ro-
| member.”
“I get that way, too,” said the
i Head Barber. All m> creditors come
around then and tell about that it is
going to be a long, hard winter, and
would 1 please kick in with at least
part of the amount.”
“It ain’t no money trouble that
makes me blue in the fall.” said the
Manicure Lady. It must be because
ithat is the time of year when every
; thing is getting through. Nothing
I could be more sad to look at than .\
tree without no leaves on It. but that
| is what your lamps rests on the m t -
. ate you go for a drive in the park
' Wilfred feels the same wav I do about
it. He says that every dead leaf is
the ghost of some dead lover. Of
I course, 1 don't take no stock in that
part of it. but he is all the time
; mooning about love and we all let
; him have his wav up to the house,
because it is wrong to cross a poet.
The old gent is the only one that geis
ifter him. but 1 think down in his
heart he feels kind of proud of Wil-
i fred when the noor box manages to
get one of his poem* in a magazine.
But tlj$re I go rambling again. A*
|i waslaying, this is a blue time of
year. Wilfred wrote some lines on
the back of a looking glass up to the
house last night. There was a lot of
paper and a fountain pen in the writ
ing desk, but Wilfred noticed that
Buj^ns and the other old poets would
| go around and write lines on window
I panes and in the front of books, so
| he has to do the same. These here is
i the lines lie wrote:
J “The trees are bare and everywhere—
I The smell of frost is in the air.
The mind grows somber as it thinks
I Of winter, and my poor soul shrinks
| At the thought of wind howling from
the north.
i Snow drifts, frozen pipes, and so
forth.
Each life is like a single year
First in the soring we happy appear,
Then in the summer life we enjoy,
And in the winter we can find no
Joy.”
“It rhymes all right.’’ said the Head
Barber, but 1 can’t see no great
amount of sense to it."
“1 thought it was kind of minor
league myself,” said the Manicure
Lady, "but l suppose poets has the'r
otY days the same as barbers.”
Anticipation.
Up-to-Date
Jokes
Attacking a humming bird’s nest.
Daysey Mayme
And Her F oiks
Bill! I ’aven't seen you for
Bill’s pal stopped suddenly.
| Then “But wot'* wrong, man?" he
| asked. “You’re lookin’ mighty seedy,
j Been ill—eh?”
Bill passed u horny hands across his
| brow.
"No,” he replied. “I ain’t been ill. It's
j work wot’s doin’ for me—work from 7 in
| the mornin’ until 6 a! night, and only
one hour off Think of it. mate!"
} "Lumme! 1 replied the other. "And
’ovv long *ave you been there?
• i ain't been there yet," retorted Bill
"Begin to-morrer. ' he added gloomily,
as he slowly mouched off.
Her Vendetta.
Mrs Tiptop t am sort' you were not
at my reception last evening.
Mrs Highup (coldly) I received no
invitation.
Mrs Tiptop (with affected surprise)
Indeed? It must have miscarried. I
had among my guest* three foreign
j counts.
Mrs Highup- So that is where they
were? I desired to engage them last
J evening to wait at table at our card
party supper, but the employment agent
to hi me they were out.
"You naughty, cr\iel boy!” said the
very fashionably dressed young wom
an. who was taking a stroll In the
park, 4o the urchin whom she found
despoiling a bird's nest. "How can
you be so heartless as to take those
eggs? Think of the poor mother-bird
when she comes back and ”
"That's all right, miss,” interrupted
the boy : "the mother-bird is dead."
The young woman’s expression re
flected disbelief.
"How do you know?" she asked,
sharply.
“ ’Cos I sees 'er on your ’at,’’ was
the reply.
* * *
The cabby regarded with a gleam
of delight the taxi which had broken
down, but did not speak.
The chauffeur began operating on
his machine. He turned and twist-d
it. and banged it, but tb no avail, and
still the cabby spoke not. Then the
chauffeur wiped his brow, and Lie
cabby, still with the gleam :n his eye.
crossed over.
• ’Ere," he exclaimed, grimly, hold- 1
ing out his whip. Ere yer are, mis
ter; ‘it ’im with this."
* * *
That is a good story which lias been
told about Cecil Rhodes and the but
tons of his jacket. A habit with hitn
was to make a particular coat so
much a favorite that he would wear
it every day.
One coat which had been through
this ordeal he sent at last to the tailor
to be cleaned and mended, and he got
back the reply:
“We regret that all we can do with
the garment is to make a new coat to
match the buttons."
• * •
Mrs Newlywed was fairly jubilant
over her first pie. It was hubby'*
duty to sample ft.
“Your mother never baked your fath
er a pie like that. dUl she. darling?”
said she. as poor hubby tried to eat it.
“No. dear." he replied. "Father is
still alive and hearty."
• * *
"Yes." said the meek looking man.
“I’ve no doubt you've had some great
hunting experience in your travels
abroad."
“I have, indeed." *
“Buffalo hunting —
“Yes."
’ And bear hunting" —
“(*f course
"Well, you let my wife take you house
hunting experiences in your travels
Then you’ll begin to know what real
excitement is.”
"You are absolutely impossible. El
len." said the mistress of the house,
who was a notorious fault finder. "I
thought you said you were a lady's
maid ?"
"\nd so 1 was ma am." calmly re
plied the girl, “unUJ 1 came to work
for >ou!" V
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
A LL the world’s a stage, and for
no performance is greateV care
taken to provide fitting and
costly special scenery than when a girl
expects her beau.
For him are provided the newest and
most artistic scenic drops; for him the
alluring, illusionizing lights, and for him
every skill a girl may command to give
a finished and pleasing performance.
Daysey Mayme Appleton had put on
all her special scenery. There was a
big ea4y chair which would make a man
long to stay forever; a lamp with a
pink shade that reflected a becoming
tint on Daysey Mayme’s face, her most
becoming dress, her hair as fluffy as if
she had combed it with an egg beater,
and a plate of fudge in a melting mood
of stickiness.
The stage was set for 7:30. and Day
sey Mayme with a set smile on her face
sat waiting for the audience and the
performance to begin.
He had not appeared when the clock
struck eight; no word had been received
from him when the clock struck nine,
and at ten Daysey Mavme, with her
hair beginning to show need of the egg
beater and tl>e squares of fudge melt
ing into a sticky mass, turned out the
light, retired to her room and took off
her special scenery with eyes filled wltn
tears.
Every woman’s morning attire is a
proof that all wash goods lade. Daysey
Mayme on the morning following her
disappointment wore a calico dress that
gave no hint of its original color, her
complexion was still on the dresser and
her hgir was divided sharply into little
rectangular plots like a newly laid -out
suburban tract, with a wad of hair over
a curler in the center of each tract.
She was looking like the wash on the
kitchen clotheshorse and feeling as vi
vacious as a bottle of ginger ale left
uncorked since day before yesterday,
when the doorbell rang and she an
swered it.
There stood the man for whom the
stage had been set the night before! In
the semi-darkness of the hall he began
an explanation of how lie had been de
layed by a wreck on the road, which
explanation ended with a yell of terror
and his sudden plunge down the hall
and out the door when the parlor was
readied and he had caught a look at
Daysey Mayme.
It is a rare misfortune for which re
dress may not be sought In suing a
railroad, and the farmer who loses a
scrubby, puny calf and sues for the val
ue of an imported black-faced Hereford
is not the only one who sees exagger
ated post-mortem values and opportu
nities.
Daysey Mayme also saw exaggerated
post-mortem values and opportunities,
and has brought suit against the rail
road for $0,000 for the loss of a possible
road for $80,000 for the loss of a possible
husband!
His Sense of Humor.
"One of the characteristics of my old
comrade. Amos Stillman, was bravery
in actual fighting service." said the old
soldier. "Another characteristic was a
sense of humor which stood him in
good stead, even in the face of danger,
and contributed not a little to the gay-
ety of his comrades.
"At the battle of Cold Harbor, just
before making the charge and while un
der the Confederate fire, our corporal,
who was more than 6 feet high, and
scarcely bigger around than a gun bar
rel. became excited as the enemy's bul
lets plowed up the earth about him.
" What kind of a place is this to
keep a man in?’ he demanded; 'abso
lutely without protection!'
"He had no more than spoken when
Private Stillman stuck his ramrod in
the ground:
" 'Here. Corporal,’ said he, ‘get be
hind this.’ "
ft °t In the ordinary acceptation of
that term. It looks like a mouse, but
is none. It. is a geological survivor,
a left-over from the most remote an
tiquity, a representative of the inhab
itants of this globe millions of years
ago. During all that tremendous
lapse of time it has retained the
characteristics of its ancestors, whose
tombs are more ancient than the hills.
If length of pedigree and rarity of
connections are marks of aristocracy,
this animal must rank as one of the
bluest-blooded of the earth’s inhab
itants. It dw'ells in Central America,
but is so seldom seen even by the In
dians who haunt the woods of Colom
bia and Ecuador that it has no gen
erally recognized popular name.
Around Bogota it is called the “raton
runcho,” or opossum rat. Naturalists
name it the caenolestes.'* It lives
, among the upper branches of trees,
| raiding the nests of small bird* and
(keeping itself secluded from observa
tion, as if it felt that it does not be
long to the age in which it finds it
self.
ITS ANTECEDENTS.
To the unscientific eye there Is noth
ing remarkable in its appearance. But
here outside looks go for nothing
The naturalist finds that the caeno
leste* possesses anatomical character
istics that it must have retained since
Triaeslc times. How long ago that
was it is useless to try to tell, because
the geological periods cannot be meae-
ured in centuries. But It was before
what is called the Age of the Great
Reptiles. Those giants, coming after
it, have all disappeared, leaving their
wonderful skeletons in the rocks, and
yet this little creature survives, and
shows tn© same peculiar set of jaw
that characterized its forefathers in
the beginning of time. It recalls that
famous royal family of Europe whose
representatives still sit upon thrones
and whose facial expression never va
ries.
MANY IN AUSTRALIA.
A curious fact in connection with
the caenolestes is that other animals
of a similar kind have survived in
much greater variety in Australia, a
continent that is as remarkable for its
curious animals as for its singular
situation, away off by itself. Geolo
gists believe that before, and partly
during Triassic times, a great conti
nental arm united Australia and South
America. Then, perhaps, the ances
tors of the caenolestes lived in all
portions of the hug* continent that
wa* thus formed, but after the con
vulsion that separated America from
Australia occurred the descendants of
these animals rapidly died out in
America, leaving finally only the rare
little creature that we have desoribed
to ihake war upon the humming birds
of the tropics.
Seeking a Husband
T HIS morning I woke up in my
little white bed with the
thought that something out of
the ordinary was going to happen.
My little French clock was ticking
vigorously out in the den on my desk,
the pink and white pillows on the
couch were rumpled up just as I had
left them last night—and suddenly I
remembered Dr. Hammond was com
ing down and I was quite excited. I
was curious, and I did think he was
adorable when he told me quite
plainly that he was cpming down to
see me. I guess girls are all the
same. We all like the stormed-in-a-
castle feeling that some men use to
ward us quite as a matter of fact.
That was this morning, and now
here I am In the library reflecting (.n
the good and bad nossibilities of my
latest caller. It isn’t as if I had tbe
chance to put out my hand and take
him—that would be absurd on my part
—It’s just to be able to meet any kind
of a difficulty that might arise.
"You're the strangest girl.” he said
to me to-night.
"Why am I strange?” 1 answered.
“You might not like me to tell you,”
he said.
“Yes. I would: please go on.”
“Well, I can’t quite make you out.
You are a combination of frivolity and
seriousness that is quite enough 10
keep anyone guessing.”
"Are any of the »•**''« like me?” I
said, flippantly, "and why am I frivo
lous?"
Some .Plain Truths.
•‘Well. no. to your first question, al
though 1 have a pretty good time with
them. And why are you frivolous?
Because you like to dress well, and
everything you wear is out of the
ordinary."
“Not very good proof," T rejoined
“I don’t see why I have to be dubbed
frivolous for that. How would you
like to hear a few things about your
self?”
He laughed. “Well, in the first
place," I went on, “you are conceited.
I think the nurses spoil you. In the
second place, you are somewhat self
ish; you do only what you like to do,
and in the third place, you really
ARE nice."
"Well, tha;'s something like.” he
said eagerly, pulling his chair closer:
“now let’s get down to business."
“Business?” I queried politely, and
he laughed.
“Gee. you ARE different." lie said
again, runnjng his fingers through his
hair in a funny, boyish way he has.
“I believe you said that before.” I
said, demurely, drawing away from
the hand that was suddenly stretch* 1
out for mine, And then I knew that I
really did like him.
“I’m afraid.” I said, severely, “that
those nurses spoil you worse than even
I imagined. You really need some
very severe discipline. I think I shall
being.right now. And I did, if ktern.
ly repulsing all his advances meant
severe discipline. I guess he liked
me as well as the nicest nurse, too, if
I* wouldn’t say good-night in the
“proper wav.” I'm not fond of having
people touch me anyway, but I sup
pose the right one WOULD make a
difference. But how am 1 to know
w’hen the right one does come along,
and when the right time come* and
all the other hundred and one things
that one has to know, I suppose?
Anyway, I don’t think he's a bit seri^
ous with me.
“Come and see me again,” I said, as
he was leaving.
“You haven't been so very nice to
me.” Ire answered.
“Don’t tell me that you have to he
bribed, and do you still think I’m very
strange?”
Not Changed.
“I haven't changed m.v opinion of
you at all," he said, decidedly.
“And still I have my illusions,” I
interrupted, rather breathlessly.
“What do you mean?" he said, his
fingers tightening on mine.
"Nothing at all,” I. said, drawing
back; "that will give you something
to thing about.”
"Till next time,” he said, under his
breath. And then the door closed, and
I went slowly upstairs. My pink lamp
was lighted in the den and my clock
was ticking just as it had been when
I woke up in the morning. I brushed
back a lock of hair, reflectively, and
my hand had that same funnv medi
cine smell. Then I curled up' among
the pink and white pillows of my
couch and had a good think.
Do You Know—
A new type dog has just been dis
covered. It is called a golf retriever,
and is to be found on the Horsenden
Hill golf course. He is one of the
most familiar figures on the links
and takes an almost human interest
in the play. At the tee he stands
like a sentinel. If his master foozles
he barks-disgustedly. If the shot is
a good one he goes after the ball as
fast as he can, and stands on guard
over the ball until his master comes
along for his next shot.
The latest thing in eccentric en
tertainments has been devised by
E. T. Stotesbury, a banker, who gave
a supper party at Philadelphia, when
chattering monkeys mingled with the
guests, while talking parrots were
perched on the branchos of real
orange trees arranged round the room.
During the evening the monkeys dis
tinguished themselves by tearing up
some priceless orchids.
The elaborate policy of insurance
devised for airmen was described m
an action between an Insurance com
pany and the French pilot Vedrines.
For the loss of a lower limb, two-
thirds of the amount payable on death
is allowed; for the loss of an arm.
half the amount; for permanent in
jury to the face, such as the loss of
an eye, a quarter, and for the loss ""
a finger, a twentieth.
Bothered hy Catarrh, Bronchitis,
Asthma, Head or Chest Coldt
Try the New External Treat
ment—Relieves by Inhalation
and Absorption. No Stomach
Dosing.
For years we have been dosing
ourselves* to cure cold troubles, de
spite the fact that vapor treatments
ar*> quicker and do not disturb the
stomach. The trouble has been that
the old methods of administering
these vapors, such as vapor lamps.
*tc.. were very cumbersome. Vick’s
"Vap-O-Rub” Croup and Pneu
monia Salve contains Menthol, Thy-
m<>l. Eucaiyptol, Champhor and
Pine Tar. combined by a special
process, so that they are vaporized
when Vick's is applied to the heat of
the body. These vapors open th*
air passages, loosen the phlegm.
heal the inflamed mucous mem
brane.
For Catarrh and Head Colds me?
a little in a spoon and inhale *n°
vapdrs. Also apply well up ’' p
nostrils. For Asthma and Hay Fe
ver follow the above instructim c
and also rub well over the spT^
column, thus relaxing the nervous
tension. For Bronchitis. Sore Throa f
and deep chest colds apply well o' pr
chest and throat, first opening f; 0
pores by applications of hot
towels. Then cover with a waru
flannel cloth, leaving the covering
loose around the neck sc* the vapor=
arising may he inhaled all nig.
long. In addition. Vick’s is absorber
through the pores, taking out the
tightness and soreness. Three
—25c, 50c and^ll.00.