Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 176, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 July 1910 — City Items in Terse Form [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

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Some Woes of Diet Treatment Victim

NEW YORK.—Three weeks on a limited diet In an endeavor to repair the Internal damage done by a runaway appetite couldn’t obliterate the memory of three-inch steaks and milkfed clams and all the while that James McGcwan. sat front of a mirror in the Memorial hospital at Orange watching his waistline assuming Polaire proportions his mind kept reverting (o menu cards he had met He talked constantly in his sleep, the burden of his oratory being “with mushroom 20 cents extra,” and “dishes marked X are ready.” Try as he would he could not eraee recollections of times when he had compelled the cook to beg for mercy. He read whole reams of antifat fiction and did everything possible to discourage his appetite, but it wasn’t any use. For breakfast, luncheon and dinner he has been allowed a walnut, a sprig of lettuce and ten drops of diluted water. He tried hard to convince himself that he was overeating and begged the hospital authorities to cut the menu to one course. But his dreams were haunted with Bides of beef, acres of French fried potatoes and showers of gravy. He stood it as long as he could, but yes-

terday morning at precisely a quarter of four o’clock, after the last of a regiment of savory squabs had marched directly under his nose, each squab carrying a julienne potato for a musket, he sat up in bed and in clarion tones demanded that the nurse bring him two yards of porterhouse steak, half a peck of French fried potatoes and such vegetable brick-a-brack hs might be necessary to accompany the steak on its journey, “Nothing doing in the steak line,” said the sleepy nursa, “Go back to bed and I’ll give you another walnut.” "Im done with walnuts,” said Mr. McGowan. “I’ve eaten so many I’m beginning to feel like a squirrel. It’s James for a little broiled cow and fixings.” The nurse assured him that it was against the rules to allow diet patients to break training. She left the room Just then and her patient embraced the opportunity to take himself by the hand and make a dash for freedom and regular food. Policemen McManus and Almond saw the white-robed figure and sneaked up behind it with drawn clubs. Believing it to be the ghost of some misguided commuter, they were getting ready to soak it on the head when Mr. McGowan saw them. “Gentlemen,” he pleaded, “have pity on me and get me something to eat.” “What you need is something to wear,” said McManus. “What do you mean by frightening two honest policemen out of a night’s rest with your night-shirt drill?”