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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TffiLEGRAM, TUESDAY, SEPT. 23, 1919.

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The Farmers Life and Home ' A high-paid worker in one of the skilled trades was protesting to a farmer against the existing prices of foodstuffs. "Do you realize," replied the farmer, "that if workers in the country were paid on the scale that you are, steaks would cost you a dollar a pound?" The farmer and his men have toiled for so many years for small returns that we seem to take it for granted that they should keep on doing so forever. The rest of us feel a sense of personal injury when we learn that the farmer is trying to keep abreast, even if only in a partial degree, with the upward trend of prices and standards of living. He has always been accustomed to work from daylight until dark for meager returns, and to get along without the conveniences and comforts that make city life ttgreeable. What's wrong with him that he isn't willing to continue ? "Not so many years ago," related the farmer, "I picked twenty bushels of apples from my trees to haul to the market town twenty miles away. It took all of one day. Driving to the city over 'sandy roads took the half of the night that was left after I had milked the cows and done the other chores. Times were hard, and I had to sell the apples from house to house, a peck at a time, 'at twenty-five cents a bushel. It was nearly sundown when the load was sold, and it was eleven o'clock at night when I got home again, with five dollars in my pocket. Five dollars for two days 'and two nights of drudgery !" The well-informed knows that this instance is typical of the experience of farmers for many years. To vary the monotony, there have always been the scale, and the bugs, and the worms, and the drouth, and the destructive early frosts, to come along and ruin a season's crops and blight the hopes of many months. Conditions are better in the country now, but they are not so much improved as are conditions for workers in the city. Indeed, the difference is so considerable that many farm regions are being drained of active young men, who go to town to work in factories or on the railroads. Forty years ago when a farmer built a house for himself, he was apt to put into it all the skill and art that he could command, feeling that he was creating a homestead to hand down to his children. Now, with the young folk so apt to leave early for the cities, the farmer builds only for the present. He puts up all too often a mere shelter to cover him only until he can scrape together enough of a competence to enable him to sell the farm and go to some town to escape racking toil in his declining years. We are quite apt to hear, when railroad men or coal miners gather in convention that theirs is the basic industry; that everything depends primarily upon them. Is this true ? Well, God help them if the farmers ever decide collectively to stop selling wheat and meat and wool and cotton ! We would quickly find out then which is the basic, the vitally important industry. A century ago, before modern industrialism came in, the farmer was a landed proprietor and a man of dignity and consequence. His home was a manor house, graced with the best domestic equipment and furniture that he could obtain. His grounds were carefully planned, and were adorned with good shrubbery and charming gardens. The home was a social center, and the children were glad to remain within the sphere of

SOME PREMATURE SOCIALISTIC CLAIMS From the Cincinnati Enquirer. BECAUSE the president of the new German republic was a saddler and because Trotzky was a journalist the Socialises have jumped to the conclusion that their form of government is the most truly representative, and therefore to be accepted everywhere. They are deceived by their apparent ignorance of history. Taking even the monarchial phase It is to be remembered that it was a blacksmith who founded the royal Serbian house, and his leather apron was the standard of the fighting forces on the battlefield. What they seem to ignore Is the remarkable series of promotions from lowly stations to the highest in this country. Jackson emerged from a prison camp a halfnaked boy with actually no resources. Lincoln split rails und worked as a laborer on a flatboat for a living. Johneon, who succeeded him, was a Journeyman tailor. Grant was a tanner and Garfield drove a team on the canals. Taft, like Trotzky, gained a livelihood as a reporter, and Wilson taught school in a girls' academy. There are other Instances of a similar character. Indeed, It may be said of American presidents that none was born in the purple. The Socialistic argument is therefore lame. It Is a question of mere relation at best That Prussia, fountain head of autocracy, should be ruled by a bourgeois is, indeed, most extraordinary, but" it establishes nothing save that the larger democracy has triumphed. Until Ebert jnd the other commoners who have been elected as the chief executives of their newly organized governments .have demonstrated by administration that there is an

actual Improvement over kingly reign

its influence. Lucky was the son who obtained the homestead, there to rear his own young family. Conditions like these must come again to the farmer and his folk, if American life is to be maintained at the proper level. We all seek a more general diffusion of wealth and comfort, and the farmer is entitled to his share. He may have it if he studies his problem and works it out. The day is coming when more of us will be glad to be farmers. Mark the prediction.

The English's Radical's Critism Editor Massingham of the London Nation has been writing pieces about us, after spending a few weeks in the country, getting acquainted. On the whole, he thinks well of us, and likes America

and Americans offer, however.

recall that his weekly paper speaks for the "intellectual" group of radicals in England. The New Republic and the Nation of New York preach a faith similar to his. Mr. Massingham believes that we were too sternly repressive of free speech during the war. That we were too hard on the pro-German press, the pacifists, the semi-seditious, the opponents of conscription, and the conscientious objectors. He calls attention to the near-coercive measures used in some sections by committees of patriotic citizens to require residents of alien birth to prove their loyalty by subscribing for Liberty bonds. Our visitor seems to have found out about us, all right. The trouble with him, according to our view, is that he draws the wrong conclusions. The American people were tremendously in earnest about the war. They stood together in a mood of such stern loyalty as to make the right-minded eternally proud of their country. Perhaps they were intolerant in dealing with the lukewarm, the slackers, the pro-Germans, and the enemies of our allies. Never was the national conscience and the national will more unanimously bent upon the achievement of a single purpose. This spirit, this manifestation of the real America, is not a national blemish, as M. Massingham seems to conclude. On the contrary, it is the very thing that enabled this country to march straight through to victory, instead of muddling through. In ordinary times, we are just as prone to argue about non-essentials, and beat about the bush, and listen to blatherskites, and allow ourselves to be enveloped in fogs of sophistry, and permit politicians to asphyxiate us with their emissions of gas, as any other people on earth. No one could be more tolerant of charlatans and preachers of strange doctrines. But in time of danger, when the house is on fire, we brush aside the wranglers and hairsplitters, and Put Out The Fire.

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POINTED PARAGRAPHS

LOWER PRICES WOULD AMAZE US Pittsburg Gazette-Times. Attorney-General Palmer Is going to "amaze" us, he says, referring to evidence he will present against the meat packers. But what we want Is lower prices.

EVEN BILL SEEMS TO ENJOY IT Houston Post. One citizen who tells us that he Is for Bryan's nomination first, last and all the time explains that he gets more pleasure out of a Bryan defeat than he does out of any victory he ever helped bring about.

WHAT'S THE ANSWER, WOODROW? Pittsburg Dispatch. After the president's explanation of how the treaty does not infringe on American rights, the wonder grows that he should be so insistent on not having the explanation right in the pact.

NEVER WHILE WILSON'S ON JOB Rochester Post-Express. Columbus discovered America in 1492. William Hohenzollern discovered America In 1917. When will Carranza discover this country?

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, 1 the gentlemen of the red caps and destructive dispositions to make their claim of excellence seriously. The rank, as Burns said very well, is but the stamp on the coin. Its metal may be counterfeit.

THE PENNANT WINNERS From the Minneapolis Tribune. There can't be many Americans of good sporting blood, even among the partisans of the Giant runners-up, who begrudge the National League baseball pennant to the Cincinnati Reds. The team from the river town that trailed New York, then overhauled it and held its lead to the end, made a game, consistent fight for the honor that has now come to it. Cincinnati as a city deserves a pennant distinction. It has been loyal to its team through thick and thin, year in and year out Between players and patrons there has been a fraternal comradeship scarcely equaled in any other city even in those cities where honors fell in several successive years. "The Reds" are a Cincinnati Institutionlike "the Zoo," the May festival and "The Enquirer," with its ginger and its thousand eyes. The team "belongs" on both sides of "the Rhine." At some time or other in the last 30 years the names McPhee, Mullane, Latham, Holliday, Radbourne, Crane, Comiskey. Tannehill, Ewing, Vaughn, Hajin. Pietz, Ganzel, Stelnfeldt, Be-ckley, Ruise'and others of the diamond were household words in Cincinnati. If they never won a pennant for the old town, they at least gave it something to root for in good earnest and it rooted. Now he whole state Is ball-mad. It wants the sovereign state of Ohio and neighboring Kentucky to join it in a Jubilee of victory, and who can chide it for the exuberance of Jts amotions?

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THE SHUTTLE BY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT Condensation by Miss Elizabeth M. Lee, Roxbury

Bettina Vanderpoel was ten years old when her sister Rosalie married Sir Nigel Anstruthers, an English Baronet. Betty hated Nigel with a child's instinctive hatred for a bully, but in spite of his coarseness, there was a certain fascination about him which blinded Rosalie to his real character. They were married in the whirl of gayety which befitted the daughter of a multi-millionaire, and left New York for England. Long before the honeymoon ended, Rosy discovered that Nigel cared only for her money, and nothing whatever for her pretty, rather shallow self, and by the time Stornham Court was reached, Rosy was desperately homesick and frightened. Her life in the little English village, even while she was the lady of the manor, was made a nightmare by Nigel and' his mother; and when, bewildered and terrified, Rosy sought spiritual consolation and comfort from Mr. Folliott, the vicar, Nigel accused her of having a lover. He intercepted her letters, lied to her about her parents, and at last, furious at her refusal to ask her father for money, ho struck her so that she fell in a little heap against a chair, and cried out, with a crazy, awful little laugh. "Nigel, be careful! You don't know how valuable I am! I might I might have a son!" Fifteen years passed, and the Shuttle of Life, weaving back and forth between the two countries, weaving a ceaseless web over the ocean, twisted a thread in the life of Betty Vanderpoel that stirred her with the spirit of adventure that had been born in her Dutch forefathers, and always a voice cried out to her to go to Rosy, to see why the letters from England had been so few and so unsatisfying. Betty was a lovely woman of twenty-five, very different from the gawky, longlegged little school-girl who had angirly defied Nigel Anstruthers, but she kept her determination and her willpower, and booked her passage on the "Mauretania" with a party of friends. At sea a storm came up that threatened to send the ship to the bottom of the ocean, and, rallying the frightened people who were with her, Betty had the unexpected assistance of one of the second-class passengers, a silent, gentlemanly Englishman, who helped her to keep order among the passengers, and then as suddenly as he came, disappeared into tho second cabin. The storm abated at last, and England was reached in safety, but Betty did not see the man again. When Betty reached Stornham Court, her worst fears were confirmed. Rosy was changed from a dainty, pretty, lovable girl Into a faded wreck, timid and dowdy, old before her time. Her son Ughtred, was a hunchback, and with the cringing nature of hi3 kind, tried to bide himself from the world. Nigel was on a trip to the Riviera, and his mother had died, which left Rosalie alone in the Court, which was tumbling down for lack of repair. With plenty of money at her call, and with plenty of courage, Betty set about her work of transforming Rosalie, and building up the house, which soon changed from a dingy, gloomy 'pile, to the stately Engjish country-house it should have been. She superintended the repairing of several of the houses in the village, and one day, during her regular drive about Stornham, she farther and visiter the grounds of the Mount Dunstan estate. Mount Dunstan was almost as badly need of help as Stornham. There was a superstition which had come down through the years that the Earls of Mount Dunstan were cursed, and the last Earl, James Hubert Saltyre, shared the dislike which had been given his father. Going through the grounds, Betty found the man who had been the second-class passenger on the Mauretania, and assuming from his dress that he was the keeper, she talked to him and learned something of the family of Mount Dunstan. As she was going, she offered him money, when to her surprise she learned that he was the Earl. More annoyed than confused, Betty forgave him for the deception, and gradually friendship sprang up between the two houses. Then, as if to cement their friendship, the Shuttle twisted in the web of G. Selden, the junior salesman for the Delkoff Typewriter Company of New York, who made Mount Dunstan's acquaintance, and, learning that the daughter of Reuben S. Vanderpoel was in Stornham, went to see her, in the faint hope of selling her a typewriter, and contrived to break his leg in front of Stornham Court. They carried him into the house and cared for him, and through his slangy, care-free manner, he unconsciously broke down the barrier of prejudice that surrounded Mount Dunstan, and went back to America happy in the possession of a letter to Mr. Vanderpoel, the establishment of a longed-for "territory," and the order for six typewriters which were to be sent to England. The long summer days found Rosalie very nearly restored to her former self, and perfectly contented to have Betty there; when Nigel tired of the Riviera, and, having exhausted his resources, returned to Stornham, there to find the place built up and repaired, Rosalie almost free of her fear of him, and Betty, rich and beautiful, in full charge. No sooner did he appear than Rosy fell back into her old timid ways, but, with a view to propitiating Betty, Nigel treated his wife

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The very largre number of novel sredited to the name of Mrs. Burnett includes important studies of life In n both countries she has . known. "That Lass o' Lowrie's" (J877) and "Haworth'c" (1879) are remarkable stories of the English mining districts and of Lancashire manufacturing life. "Through One Administration" (1883) as its name implies takee her to Washington. Perhaps the most notable of her other stories are "A Lady of Quality" (1896) and "His Grace of Ormonde" (1897), though "Editha's Burglar" and "Sara Crewe" (1888), have achieved a wide reputation. The book and the play of "Little Lord Fauntleroy" probably spread Mrs. Burnett's name the broadest. It had a prodigious run; the pretty pathos of the story appealed to grownups, though it seemed silly twaddle to tHe innumerable kids who were dragged by fond parents to see it, and was said to be a great nuisance to that one of the author's own children from whom it was drawn. The play of "Esmerelda," done with W. H. Gillette from one of her short stories, ran three years in America. "A Lady of Quality," dramtized with Stephen Townsend (as were other plays), had a considerable run. with as much kindness as be could assume. Everything he did was done with the hope of making Betty like him, until at last, he found that Mount Dunstan, penniless as he was, loved Betty, and, although she did not confess it, Betty loved him. Nigel wflp crafty, however, and bided his time, until there came a dreadful scourge of fever, that swept the villages and terriffied the people. Mount Dunstan gave up his home as a hospital, and heedless of his own well-being, he acted as doctor, nurse, and minister, and won from everyone the love and respect that was his due; and then, as the fever was abating, he was taken ill An awful day followed for Betty, for they had told her of his illness, and she knew that if the worst happened they would toll the bell in the church tower. Sundown came, and with it the ominous tolling of the bell, the pitiless notes that froze her heart, and, blindly, she rode away from Stornham, trying to shut out the sound of the bell. Her horse stumbled in a hole, and threw her, injuring her ankle, and then it was that she knew that Nigel had followed her. He found her hiding in a little hut, and claimed her for his own, and in answer to his demands, she said: "There is one who stands between us one who died today." He laughed at her. and tried to take her in his arms, but she managed to evade him, and ran, as best she could, with her injured foot, and hid from him in a tiny clump of bushes, whispering ceaselessly, "Come you who died today you who died!" And then he came the man she thought had died, the man she loved, and who loved her, and finding her there, and finding Nigel with evil in his eye3, he led her gently to the little hut and then went back to Nigel. What followed would not be good to repeat, but Betty heard sounds like the howling of a dog, and when Mount Dunstan finally came back to her, it was with flashing eyes and clenched fists, his broken horsewhip trailing on the ground. Then he told her how it had happened how he had simply had a headache, and the hell had tolled for someone else, and how, when he had found she had gone, he knew it had been for love of him. For a few months Nigel lingered, stricken with paralysis, and then the kindly Weaver of the Shuttle slipped out his black thread, leaving Rosy contented with her father and mother, while the golden threads of the love of Betty for her man wove themselves in and out. forming the perfect web of happiness. Condpnsed bv permisson from THE SHUTTLE by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Copyright. 1907, by Frederick A. Stokes Company. Copyright, 1019, by the Post Publish- ' trio- PnTrtnlni- T" V. TD T ..... Copyright in th Vnlted Kingdom, the Dominions, its Colonics and dependencies, under the copvrigrht act, bv the Post Publishing Co., Boston, Mass., U. S. A. All lights reserved. (Published by special arrangement with thp MeClure Newspaper Syndicate. All rights reserved.) "Abbe Constantin," by Halevy. as condenced by Mr. Charles E. L. Wingate, will be printed tomorrow. Labor Men are Named for Industrial Meet WASHINGTON, Sept. 23. President Gompers, of the American Federation of Labor, today announced the names of the fifteen representatives of labor who are to take part in the industrial conference called by President Wilson to meet here Occtober 6. Besides Mr. Gompers they are: Joseph F. Valentine, president Moulders International Union; Frank Duffy, president of the Carpenters Brotherhood; W. D. Mahon, president of the Amalgamated Assocciation of Street Railway Employes; T. A. Rickert, Jacob Fischer. Matthew Woll, Frank Morrison, Daniel J. Tobin, John L. Lewis, Sara A. Conboy, William H. Johnston, Paul Scharrenbery, John Donlin and M. -F. Tighe. SOPHOMORES WIN CONTEST OXFORD, O., Sept. 23 In the annual freshman-sophomore contest at Miami university, the second year men won by a score of 81 to 51. The most interesting of the day's stunts was the tug-of-war. In which the freshmen succeeded in dragging the sophomores through the waters of Four Mile creek. No one was injured during the day, and both classes have now settled down to work. FOR MEN WHO WORK HARD Factory workers, railroad men, farmers, miners, mill employes and all men who work at hard, straining physical labor are more or less subject to kidney trouble. Nature gives warning signals by frequent lameness, stiff joints, sore muscles, backache and rheumatic pains. J. O. Wolf, Green Bay, Wis., writes: "Foley Kidney Pills relieved me of a severe backache that had bothered me for several m-onths. A few bottles fixed jne up in good shape." For sale by A G- Luken & Co. Adv.

THE GEORGE MATTHEW ADAMS DAILY TALK CLEARING THE WAY It was the crowded avenue of a great city. A large Umonzine passed quickly by. "Gee. I wight I was him! remarked a street urchin, as he noted the result of wealth In Its luxuriant environment. I happened to know the history of the man who drew this remark. I knew that be had once been very poor. He hadworked for any wage at any Job. He always sought to do the best that he knew how. He liked to finish things In the right style. Those were the days when he cleared the way. Honor and glory always seek out the fit But it takes the sweeping away of many things to bring us to solid ground. The clearing away process is tedious, back-bending and quite thankless. But it is not necessary but essential. Continents must first be cleared by the pioneers. Ground must be broken by the heavyarmed diggers and drillers before the great structures of commerce are able to open their life to the world. Clear the way for your better self! It may blister your hands and furrow your brow but clear the way. , As I watched the First Division under General Pershing march up Fifth Avenue in New York, I thought of but one thing these wers the chaps who cleared the way, God bleSs them! And I was thrilled as I saw pass that brave group that even went after the enemy with their shovels. They were the Engineers who first cleared the way. There is work In every part of every day that must first be cleared away, before that which is more important may be tackled and done. There is' work for us all. But there is nothing more important at the start of days and of life itself than to clear the way for that which we hope we shall sometime be and do.

Good Evening BY ROY K. MOULTON It will always be a matter of regret to us that Lenine and Trotzky didn't see the Pershing parades. THE ADVANCE OF CIVILIZATION. As told by the headlines: "Police Cannot Capture Chicago Auto Bandits." "Three Killed in Race Riot In the South." "Negro Burned at the Stake." "Soldiers Starving and Cholera Stricken." "Actor Secures His Fourth Divorce." "Two New Revolutions Started in Central America." "Judge Ousted for Grafting." "French Statesmen Are to Fight a Duel." The Methodist church may lift the ban on dancing, but let us hope it does not go so far as to recommend the jazz. The Prince of Wales rode a bucking cayuse at Saskatoon. Somehow we ca'nt imagine George V doing any thing like that. WHAT BILL DOES ON HIS DAY OFF Bill Thurber has figured that in a game of fifteen-ball pool the last ball travels an average of one mile and a third. Lane (W. Va.) Recorder. We don't see how England can have the heart to fire Lloyd George off the job. . We don't know of anybody who could have got more for the money than he did. A PIKER BET. George Mason used to stay only until 10 o'clock when he called on Helen. Now he stays till 12. Get ready preachers! One of you will be called on soon, we will bet a goat's left ear. Leesville (Colorado) Light. The poem, "Everybody Strikes but Mother," which appeared In thi3 column recently, was written by Lieutenant Norman Stuckley, whose name was accidentally left off when the column was made up. Our fault. Norm, old scout. Dinner Stories "Ah. Sister Smallways," began the Rev. O. Goode Evans, who was making a pastoral visit, 'when spring comes, don't you kknow, I fancy we aU hear the call of the wild an" "Thunder and guns!" howled an agonized voice from three rooms beyond. "Great Godfrey's cordial! Ethel, come quick!" "Mercy! What was that?" asked the clergyman. "The call of the wild," replied the housewife. "My husband is taking down a stove." As his relatives and friends are aware, George Wharton Pepper is a non-smoker. Not long ago Mr. Pepper wasabout to entertain some distinguished guest3 whom he delighted to honor. His first move in the direction of their entertainment was to procure and send to the house some particularly choice Havana cigars, which "set him back" to the tune of 50 cents each. But it seems the cigars arrived before it was made known at home that the guests were expected. That evening Mrs. Pepper said to her husband, "Some cigars came for you today evidently a gift from some one. Knowing you didn't smoke I gave them to men who were working in the house." "Where is the Dead sea. Tommy?" asked the teacher "Don't know, ma'am," was the candid reply. "Don't know where the Dead sea is?" There was scorn in teacher's voice. "No, ma'am," came the reply. "I didn't even know any of them was sick."

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Faculty Members Announced For Oxford, Ohio Institutions OXFORD. O., Sept 23 A number of faculty appointments were announced at the local educational institutions today, as follows: Oxford College for Women Mrs. Clem A. Towner, wife of the director of music, to be assistant in the piano department On account of the unusually large registration at the college thl3 year, the Institution has been obliged to purchase five new pianos. Western College for Women Jos-, eph W. Clokey, organist at Miamij university, to be instructor in organ and the theory of music, succeeding Prof. Harrison D. LeBaron, resigned to go to Adrian college. Adrian, Mich. Miami University Miss Edna Ti!gham, of Pittsburgh, Pa., to be instructor in piano, and Miss Zetta A. Huber, of Harrison, to be critic teacher in Teachers' college. Miss Huber has for four years been director of the Preble county normal school. Memories cf Old Days In This Paper Ten Years Ago Today Pettis Reid was nominated for mayor by the Democrats, following a sharp struggle with Charles Beck for the honor. A special session of the county council was considered, to plan for an insane hospital for the overflaw from Easthaven. Timothy Nicholson introduced the proposition to Indiana Yearly Meeting of abandoning the East Main street meeting house and building a new one in West Richmond. Brumbaugh, Indianapolis aviator, announced that he would try to break the world's record of 1 miles in six minutes, with his 16 horsepower craft during the fall festival. Masonic Calendar Tuesday, Sept. 23 Richmond Lodge No. 196 F. and A. M.; called Meeting Work in Master Mason Degree, beginning 7:00 o'clock. N. J. IJaas, W. M. Wednesday. Sept. 24 Webb Lodga No. 24 F and A. Mv called Meeting Work in Master Masons Degree, b ginning 3 o'clock. Supper six-thirty. Clarence W. Foreman, W. M. Friday, Sept. 26 King Soloinan's Chapter No. 4., R. and A. M. Called Convocation work in the Past and Most Excellent Masters DegreesSaturday. Sept. 27 King Solomon's Chapter, No. 4., R. and A. M. Called Convocation work in Royal Arch Degree. Beginning 2:30. Supper 6:50. Cocoanut Oil Fine For Washing Hair If you want to keep your hair In good condition, be careful what you wash it with. Most soaps and prepared shampoos contain too much alkali. This dries the scalp, makes the hair brittle, and is very harmful. Mulsifled cocoanut oil shampoo (which is pure and entirely greaseless), is much better than anything else you can use for shampooing.as this can't possibly injure the hair. Simply moisten your hair with water and rub it in. One or two teaspoonfuls will make an abundance of rich, creamy lather, and cleanses the hair end scalp thoroughly. The lather rinses out easily, and removes every particle of dust, dirt, dandruff and excessive oil. The hair dries quickly and evenly, and It leaves It fine and silky, bright, fluffy and easy to manage. You can get Mulsifled cocoanut oil Ehampoo at most any drug store. It is very cheap, and a few ounces is enough to last everyone in the family for months. Adv.

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