Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 38, Number 3, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 August 1905 — Page 2 Advertisements Column 3 [ADVERTISEMENT]

SI3HTSEER3' HEADACHE. Canned by Strain on the Elevator Muiclcs of the Eye. “Academy’J, or "‘sightseers’ ” headache is a not uncommon experience, and some observations of Simeon Snell appear to throw some light on its causation. Allowing that in certain instances astigmatism or other form of ametropia is a factor in its production, he yet argues that there are other influencing conditions. In support of this he quotes the experience of a lady who always suffered from severe headaches after visiting the theater when she had occupied a seat in the pit, but was free from such a disturbance when tshe sat in the dress circle. In the first position, it is pointed out, sustained action of the elevator muscles of the eyeballs is required in order to see the stage, and this is exactly the action which is required in studying a collection of pictures and more especially in looking at -those which are hung “above the line.” The same experience has. been noted- in-dhejcaso-pf-cy-clists, particularly of those who lean over the handle bars with thy head lowered and who, therefore, in looking ahead keep the eyeballs upward. A further argument is'’found in the experience of miners’ nystagmus, which, it is suggested, is due to weariness of the elevator musples of the eyeballs, caused by the constrained position in which the miner works. There can be no doubt of the physiological fact that lateral movement of the eyeballs is much more easy and requires less muscular effort than movement in a vertical plane. Adi this goes to show that muscular strain is involved in sustained upward movement of the eyeballs, and this may well result in a sense of weariness or more pronounced discomfort.—London Hospital. -

A Comprehensive Answer. Diner—How comes this dead fly in my soup? Waiter —In fact, sir, I have no positive , idea how the poor thing came by its death. Perhaps it had not taken any food for a long time, dashed upon the soup, ate too much of it and contracted an inflammation of the stomach that brought on death. The flv must have had a weak constitution, for when I served up the soup it was dancing merrily on the surface. Perhaps—and the idea presents itself only at this moment—it endeavored to swallow too large a piece of vegetable. This, remaining fast in the throat, caused a choking in the windpipe. These are the only reasons I can give for the death of that insect.

I Missed a Trip. Mr. Haskell stood before his dressing table arranging his tie when cries of mingled grief and rage floated up to him from the living room. He went to the head of the stairway and looked down. r “What’s the trouble?” he called patiently. “Who Is crying?” , “Lloyd,” answered several voices. “What have you been doing to him ?” “Nothing at ail, papa,” came in chorus. “You must have done something,” insisted the voice of experience. | “We’re playing that your big chair | is a ferryboat. Llovd missed it, and | then he howled. That’s all, truly, | P a P* •” ' i Bronchitis and Glycerin. I A girl long troubled with bronchitis called in the family physician ! during an unusually severe acute attack. He directed her to use glycerin whenever affected by that peculiar dryness of the throat that attends bronchitis. Five drops of glycerin held as long as practicable in the mouth, with lips closed, proved indeed a wonderful aid. The doctor further said that equal parts of glycerin and water dropped into the mouth would relieve much suffering in illness where feverish conditions existed. —Harper’s Bazar.

On a Small Scale. The Simmons’ baby had been through a siege of chicken ,pox, and when the minister’s wife met little Annie Simmons she naturally inquired how the baby was getting on. “He’s some better,” said Annie, who was a shy and noncommittal young person of eight. “Very much better, I hope,” said the minister’s wife cheerfully. “He couldn’t be so very much better,” 6aid Annie, “ ’cause he’s too little.”—Youth’s Companion.

The Tactful Physician. “Yes,” said Miss Passay, “I was quite ill, but Dr. Cheerie says he’ll soon have me ‘looking like myself again.’ ” “Ah, how delicate of him to put it that way in your case!” exclaimed Miss Beiting. “How do you mean ?” “Well, you know, he usually tells a convalescent ‘l’ll soon'have you loojing like your old splf again/ ” Catflbfic Standard and Times.