The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 4, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 23 May 1912 — Page 6

lu Camping on lu S His Trail 8 UU By BRYANT C. ROGERS UU ■X——xfi (Copyright, 1912, by Associated Literary Press.) Miss Abigail Jones, spinster of thir-ty-eight, had her own little home in the village of Dawson. Almost every day of her life, after passing the age of twenty-five, she had been met with the query: “Now, Abigail, why don’t you marry some nice man and have a home that is a home?" Every man and woman knows that to marry there must be a man and a woman. Here was the woman, but where was the man? Abigail wasnt so very homely, and she wasn’t so very gawky. Worse looking women than she were getting married every flay. Up to the old maid age a young man occasionally looked her way, but not with serious Intentions. After that period she was left alone. It wasn’t a fair, square deal by a‘woman, but no one appeared to be directly to blame for it. Dawson was a Bleepy old village, seldom visited by outsiders, and when a widower or bachelor took a notion to marry he headed some other way. Abigail was patient as a girl, and she was patient as an old maid. She had read that all things come to the man who waits; and she couldn’t see why it didn’t apply to a woman as well. What should come to her was a husband. But there was no telling when he would appear. Things were placid and monotonous when a tin jjeddler came along one day to stir tip the calm waters. He had sold Abigail a basin and a wash dish, and they had talked about it’s being a poor year for corn, when he asked: “How comes it that you are not married?” “Just happens so,” was the reply. “It isn’t right. You are entitled to a husband as much as any other woman.” “But if I’m not asked to marry?” “Um! Um! He don’t comp along, eh?” “Hasn’t yet.” "But it isn’t right.” "Well?" “Look here, woman,” said the pedj filer as he took a seat on the washI"’ iohbi * w

“Woman, Rise to the Occasion." bench at the kitchen door, “when I made up my mind to get married what did I do?” “Went ahead.” “Yes, went ahead and found the girl who’d say ‘Yes.’ If I hadn’t I’d have been an old bach now.” "Well, again?” “If nobody comes looking for you why don’t you do a little looking for yourself?" “You —you mean that I’m to run after a man!” exclaimed the blushing Abigail. “Say, woman, be a philosopher for a moment. Why in thunder was it bo arranged that a man was given all thtf-advantage in this matrimonial business? lie can choose and pick, but a woman is limited to those who call. She must take what is offered or go without any. The custom is as old as the world, I guess, but it’s a blamed poor custom. I’ve given it much thought, and have come to the conclusion that it’s responsible for half the divorces and misery of life. “What would you have an old maid do?” was asked after a long silence. “Force a square deal from man. Now you listen to me. The Bascomb farm, down over the red bridge road,

To Treat Umbrella*. ■Umbrellas require a good deal of attention to keep them in good condition, and how few of them get it After the umbrella has been out in the rain it should not be thrust in the umbrella stand and left 'to drain, for In this position the moisture gradually accumulates in the silk just above the ferrule and causes it to rot. The umbrella should be opened and placed in an airy room until thoroughly dry. When finally put away it should be left unrolled, for if constantly kept tight the creases rapidly wear through, at is exposing an umbrella to an early death to place it in the rack at all, and a hastily set down stick is likely to put a hole in it; far better to hang it by the handle. Disappointing. "Judge, I’ve just seen a big news item to the effect that your boy at college has married a chorus girl and left school.” "Confound the boy! What does he mean? Here I’ve intended him all a.ong for the law, and *>w he’s gone |nto the advertising bußlnHss."

has been sold to a Mr. Thomas. He’s a bachelor of forty. He’s moved in, and will keep house all alone until he can find a wife. Yes, he’ll go sauntering around in a lordly way, realizing that he has the whip hand, and when he sees one of your sex that takes his eye he’ll condescend to ask her to be his’n. It’s his privilege under the custom, but I’m saying darn the custom! ” x “It isn’t likely that Mr. Thomas and I shall meet," replied Abigail with a sigh. “Then it will be your fault and my breath will have been wasted. Knock this life-long custom into a cocked hat.” “You cant’ mean—?” “But I do! Put on your hat and walk over there this afternoon and size him up. If you like the looks of him camp on his trail.” “Mercy, man!” “Ask him for his heart and hand. Why not? Tell him that you love him as no woman ever loved a man before, and that life will be a dreary desert without him. I got that off to the girl who is now my wife. Nine men i out of ten do. Why shouldn’t it be turned about? If he dont’ return your love —If he says that you are too late, and that his heart has been given to another, there’s no great harm done. I got the knockout punch twice before I was made happy. Men never die of these things, and a woman won’t. It Is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” ’ “But what will folks say—what will they say!” gasped Abigail, as the peddler arose to depart. “But if you get a husband through it? Woman, rise to the occasion. Give the world and your sex a new deal just as I did when I brought out the dishpan with two ears. People said the world was not ready for the chance, but we know It was. You may travel for a year now and not find a one-eared dishpan. Think it over. Good-day." It was not that afternoon, but the next, that Abigail Jones appeared at the Bascomb farm. Farmer Thomas was working In the fields, and half an hour after her arrival he came to the house for .a drink of water and found her sitting on the steps. She introduced herself and said she was resting after a walk. Mr. Thomas sat down beside her, and they chatted for half an hour, and he gathered her a bouquet when she departed. She intimated that she might call again. Why not? She liked the looks of Mr. Thomas. As she walked homeward she thought to herself that he would make a very good husband. One day, a week later, as Mr. Thomas was hoeing corn, Miss Abigail made her appearance in the field. She had taken a walk for the purpose of gathering materials for a dandelion tonic. Mr. Thomas hung up his hoe on the limb of a crabapple tree and assisted her, and then they sat down and talked. She drew him out on this and that question. Men do the same thing with a woman. They want to know if she can sew and darn and patch and cut over. They want to know If she Is a good cook and if she can cut carpet rags and put up pickled peaches. Miss Abigail found Farmer Thomas ap to her ideal. True, he had too many whiskers, but a little diplomacy, and a safety razor would fix that after marriage. Perhaps qne of the best things she drew from him to an hour’s talk was the assertion that he never had to have an alarm clock in the house to get up by. That showed ambition and Industry. He was not the man to be snoring away while the hogs were squealing for their breakfast. •» .

The spinster didn’t hustle things too fast. Many a man has lost a good wife by his impetuosity in courting. She had walked out to the Thomas farm at least ten times before the crucial moment arrived. She had grown bolder and bolder with each visit. That is, she had come to realize more and more that she was only giving herself a square deal. And when the moment arrived she was ready for it. She walked out to the farm to find Mr. Thomas mixing the dough for a loaf of bread. He was making a botch of it and It gave her the courage to say: “Ezekiel, you must know my feelings towards you. I love you, and hope that I have inspired the same sentiment in your heart. If you wish to make me the happiest woman in the world say that you’ll be mine.” And Mr. Thomas rubbed the wet dough off his fingers on the roller towel and put his arms around her and replied: “I’ll be hanged if I won’t!” Talk? Os course there was talk! They said that Abigail camped on his trail; that she had run him down; that she had scared him into it Oh, yes, they talked and talked and talked and rolled up their eyes, but Abigail had a husband and Mr. Thomas had a wife, and It was a happy marriage. Envy is an endless chain. The people we envy are envying some one higher up.

Touch and Go. "Hello, Dingus! What are you and Shadbolt talking about?" "I’m trying to get him to lend me a twenty.* “Well, keep on trying. While there’s life there’s hope, and you haven’t talked him to death yet. Good afternoon.” Play Versus Work. Hub (arriving home) —Well, did you go to the dentist’s and have that bridge work done? Wise —No, dear. Mrs. Swift called and we spent the afternoon in bridge play. The Goat. Miggs—Your wife doesn’t seem to like me. Riggs—Naturally! You’re the man I always lay the blame on when I am detained downtown.' What’s the Use? “What do you do when your house gets full of cockroaches?" “Nothing. They never bother us till about the middle of April, and we al* ways move on the first of May."

Mumional SUNDAY-SCHOOL Lesson (By E. O. SELLERS, Director of Even-, ing Department. The Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.) LESSON FOR MAY 26. ' TRUTHFULNESS. LESSON TEXT—Matt. 5:33-37: James 3: 1-12. GOLDEN TE%T— "Putting away falsehood, speak ye truth each man with his neighbor; for we are members one of another.”—Eph. 4:25. in this lesson Jesus makes a still further application, or rather gives us another Illustration of the righteousness of his new kingdom, which must be greater than that taught by the Pharisees. We have studied the sacred relations of the righteous life, now we are to consider the matter of truth. We have first a paragraph from Jesus, then an ethical teaching and application from the writings of James the apostle. Under the old law men swore byheaven which is God’s throne', by the earth which is his footstool, by Jerusalem which was his peculiar chosen city. They swore by the head and yet they could not change one hair white or black. Jesus contrasts all of this with his new kingdom in which absolute simple veracity in our speech is all that Is to be required. This makes all oaths profane. When men live in these new relations, with this new consciousness of God they will speak the truth naturally and of necessity. To such there will be no need for any form of speech or oath, for the simplest, plainest speech will be the only necessary and the altogether satisfactory medium of giving and of creating assurance. How about oaths in court? Jesus Is speaking to the members of his new kingdom. Between them yea and nay is sufficient, but as between them and others we must adjust ourselves and therefore we do not read into this any admonition not to take an oath in court. Should Be Swift to Hear. “Be not many teachers.” We now turn to a paragraph from the Epistle of James which has its peculiar value and interest as showing the difficulty of mastering the tongue. In the church of Christ there must of necessity be a great many more disciples (learners) than teachers, frvery man should be swift to hear, but the position of teacher carries with it such a burden of responsibility that no one should audaciously asssume it, see Eph. 4:11, etc. With this responsibility is also a correspondingly heavier judgment if we stumble. He that stumbles not in teaching, in the use of his tongue, is Indeed a perfect man and one that is able to bridle the whole body; to guide the ship of life, of state, and of the church, amidst the fiercest storms. “The tongue is a fire.” It is indeed for it inflames with anger the whole body, the family, society and the nation. History is ablaze with the conflagrations that are a consequence of untimely words and of unbridled tongues, Prov. 15:1, etc. The tongue giving utterance to the thoughts of the heart (for out of the abundance of the heart it speaks), will inflame lust, wither purity and consume strength. It fires jealousy and burns the sweet bonds of friendship. It will sever the ties of home, burn awaj the foundations of character, of ctmmercial integrity, social purity ana destroy the bonds of civic righteousness. It is Indeed “a world of iniquity among our members.” Let us quote from Dr. R. A. Torrey: "The fires of hell are kindled by idle words that set men thinking wrong about God and sin and Christ and the Bible. Men usually careful in handling fire are careless about the tongue. Whence come the words that inflame the Imagination and the passions? Whence come the words that undermine faith and the credibility of the Bible? If any man question James’ words that ‘the tongue can no man tame’ he has evidently never tried it himself.” This does not mean, however, that the tongue can not be tamed, for what is impossible with man is possible with God. James draws a frightful picture of the untamed tongue and of its evil consequences. He shows us that' it has proved a physical, moral, • spiritual eternal death to the whole circle of life. He also draws attention to another alternative, for with the tongue we may also bless God. James is the most Intensely practical of the Naw Testament writers and when he alludes to the sixth commandment he strikes at the root of the whole matter. Profane Men Classified. “These things ought not to be.” No more can a fountain yield fresh and salt water at one and the same time, or a fig tree yield olives, than for a Christian to bless God and with the same tongue curse his fellow men. Not only is it unkind but it is unChrlstlike. Sarcasm means literally “to tear flesh like dogs,” the charioteer’s whip tore the flesh, so we use the tongue as a lash, biting the sensitive spirits of men; verily these things “ought, not to be.” Phillips Brooks said, “Tell me the words a man uses and reproduce his tone of voice and I’ll tell what sort of man he Is.” It is a literal fact that the truthful man is ,he who usually exemplifies all other virtues and we cannot emphasize too strongly that no gentleman swears. Profane men are of three classes; those who are thoughtless, thdse who are Ignorant of language and have a paucity of expressions at their command, and those who use profanity to emphasize a lie, and generally the greater the lie the more and stronger the oaths. We must not forget, however, that by our silence we may bear false witness and that a positive obligation rests upon us to speak words of praise, commendation, and comfort, that is nearly, if not quite, as emphatic as the negative admonition to keep silence.

EXPLAINING WHY ONE LIVES There Are Times When Logic and Devotion Require That You Should Be Dead. The Dominie had another observation or two to make in the line of his usual thoughtfulness. “Did it ever occur to you,” he asked, “that one of the hardest tasks a man may have to perform, sometimes, is to (explain why he is alive? The necessity has arisen after certain battles, and it may arise after shipwrecks. Several of these men whom we are awaiting may find it awkward tomorrow to explain their continued existence. The world requires a certain adherence to the log ical necessities of things, and when all logic, human and divine, has demanded that a man should die, and he is nevertheless alive and well, the anomaly of his healthy presence is something that he cannot account for with all his explanations. “I was an army chaplain once, and I saw a captain, whose duty as the personal aide of a general in battle, was to stand by that general’s side when the bullets flew. It that a bullet —two- bullets—three bullets—struck the general, . and none struck the captain. The general fell dead; and an hour afterward, when the captain was back at headquar ters explaining that there was urgent need of reinforcements at the front, and that the general had fallen, that captain had great trouble in explaining why he was not shot, too. In fact, the mystery has never been cleared up yet. The fact that reinforcements were not needed at all has always clouded the captain’s story, though there was no positivs proof of cowardice against him. “No; when logic and all the laws of human devotion require that you should be dead, you had much better be dead than alive, for all the rest of your life will be but a living death.” A Birthday Toast. There is no modern instance for which a wise saw may not be found in Shakespeare, apt and to the point; the move we reect on his wondrous works, the more we are lost in astonishment at the depths of that unfathomable mind that has given a volume to the world containing passages quotable in relation to every occurrence of life, and poetry of such excellence as may challenge thecombined talent of men to produce its equal. Without Shakespeare our dramatic literature would have taken a respectable station in modern Europe; with Shakespeare it is supreme—invincible; our drama challenges all the world; tasteless and semi-barbarous as it was, he converted it into a feast of reason for men of education and refinement. (Cheers.)) The age of Elizabeth may well, indeed, be called-the golden age of literature when it could boast a Shakespeare. A contemporary, who flourished with him —Ben Jonson —has said that a man could not be a poet without being a good man. Os our bard he has also said that he was of an honest, good, an dopen nature. For myself, I canonly say that I love the man and honor his memory in the fullest sense of the words on this side of. idolatry. (Cheers.) I give now “The immortal memory of William < Shakespeare.”— From a speech made by Benjamin Webster, London comedian and actormanager, at a Shakespeare festival dinner given at the Town Hall, Strat-ford-on-Avon, April 26, 1853. A The Best Woman. Miss Susan B. Anthony, the social reformer, had no more bitter opponent that Horace Greeley, the famous editor and journalist. It was for a long time his custom to wind up all debates with the conclusive remark: “The best women I know do not want to vote.” When the New York constitution was being altered in 1867 Miss Anthony laid a trap for him, says a biographer. She wrote to Mrs. Greeley and persuaded her not only to sign a petition herself, but to circulate the paper and get 300 signatures among her acquaintances. In committee Mr. Greeley, who was •hairman, had listened to the debate and was prepared to introduce to the convention an adverse report He was just about to utter his usual “settler” when George William Curtis rose. “Mr. Chairman,” said he, "I hold in tny hand a petition for suffrage signed by 300 women of Westchester, headed by Mrs. Horace Greeley.” The chairman’s embarrassment could hardly be controlled. He had found that one of the “best women I know” wanted to vote. All Fond of Walking. Quite the whole Supreme court can be seen walking in Washington. Chief Justice Fuller was too old to walk, and he rode, but Chief Justice White dearly loves to walk, and is usually seen in company with some of his Associate Justices, Holmes, McKenna, Lamar, and now Pitney, who promises to use the streets of Washington as often as his distinguished predecessor, Justice Harlan. And since he requires some coaching from the Chief Justice, it is natural to see him in Justice Vftiite’i company. Justice Hughes is also often seen walking on the streets of Washington. The diplomats like to walk. Ambassador Bryce, as typical of the Englishman he Is, never misses his dally walk. The cabinet men are also fond of walking, and especially Secretary Nagel and Postmaster-General Hitchcock. The Italian ambassador is frequently met with his daughter, the Donna Beatrice Cusani. The Turkish ambassador likes to promenade Connecticut avenue with his daughter, Mlle. Zla. Not the System’s Fault. "I used to think I would know just how to manage my wife when I got her.” “Has your system proved to be a failure?” “No; the system may be all right, as far as I know. She has never let me try It.” Where the Danger Lay. Poorman—When you call on Miss Applegate, beware of the bulldog, or you’ll get nabbed. Richman —That’s all right; the bulldog and I are good friends. It’s Miss Applegate I’ll look out for.

The Largest Bells. “Great Paul,” the bell of St. Paul’s Cathedral, in London, weighs nearly 17 tons and is nearly 30 feet around. The first “Big Ben” of Westminster was cast more than 50 years ago and weighed more than 14 tons. But “Big Ben” had a crack and was cast over, losing some weight, and the- clapper was made smaller, now being about 600 pounds instead of a ton. The great bell, “Peter of York,” cost $lO,000, weighs about 13 tons, and is 22 feet in diameter. The largest hanging bell in the world is in the great Buddhist monastery hear Canton. It is 18 feet in height arid 40 feet in circumference, being cast in solid bronze. This is one of the eight monster bells that were cast by command of Emperor Yung Lo about A. D. 1400. It cost the lives of eight men, who were killed in the process of casting. Oh, Learned Judge. A California judge decided that there is no judicial authority to keep a man from making love to his wife, although it could stop his beating her. The remarkable cause of this remarkable decision was that a woman in Los Angeles had applied for an injunction to restrain her husband from insisting on being attentive to her. This judge was not a Solomon, but he realized that only a Solomon could be trusted to rule upon the whims and inconsistencies of womankind. . t Not in Any Way Desirable. “Do those people who moved into the flat across the hall* seem to be desirable neighbors?” asked the man. “No,” replied the woman. “I watched everything that came out of the moving van. They haven’t a thing that we would care to borrow.” His Opportunity. “Going to Wombat’s wedding, over on the North side?” “Not I. I was engaged to that girt Wombat cut me out” “Well, come to the wedding. You may get a chance to biff him in the jaw w: an old shoe.” The One Sure Thing. “We can always be sure of one thing,” said the wise one. “What is that?” asked the foolish one.” “That we are never sure of anything.”

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Ask some pompous person if Grape-Nuts Food helps build the brain. Chances are you get a withering sneer and a hiss of denunciation. « Then sweetly play with the learned toad. Ask him to tell you the analysis of brain material and the analysis of Grape-Nuts. “Don’t know? Why, I supposed you based your opinions on exact knowledge instead of pushing out a conclusion like you would a sneeze.” “Well, now your tire is punctured, let’s sit down like good friends and repair it.” The bulky materials of brain are water and albumin, but these things cannot blend without a little worker known as Phosphate of Potash, defined as a “mineral salt.” One authority, Geohegan, shows in his analysis of brain, 5.33 per cent total of mineral salts, over one-half being Phosphoric Acid and Potash combined, (Phosphate of Potash) 2.91 per cent. Beaunis, another authority, shows Phosphoric Acid and Potash (Phosphate of Potash) more than one-half the total mineral salts, being 73.44 per cent in a total of 101.07. Analysis of Grape-Nuts shows Potassium and Phosphorus (which join and make Phosphate of Potash) is considerable more than one-half of all the mineral salts in the food. Dr. Geo.W. Carey, an authority on the constituent elements of the body, says: “The gray matter of the brain is controlled entirely by the inorganic cell-salt, Potassium Phosphate (Phosphate of Potash). This salt unites with albumin and by the addition of oxygen creates nerve fluid or the gray matter of the brain. Os course, there is a trace of other salts and other organic matter in nerve fluid, but Potassium Phosphate is the chief factor, and has the power within itself to attract, by its own law of affinity, all thin gs needed to manufacture the elixir of life.” Further on he says: “The beginning and end of the matter is to supply the lacking principle, and in molecular form exactly as nature furnishes it in vegetables, fruits and grain. To supply deficiencies —this is the only law of cure.” Brain is made of Phosphate of Potash as the principal Mineral Salt, added to albumin and water. Grape-Nuts contains that element as more than one-half of all its mtneral salts. Every day’s use of brain wears away a little.

Suppose your kind of food does not contain Phosphate of Potash. How are you going to rebuild today the wom-out parts of yesterday? And if you don’t, why shouldn’t nervous prostration and brain-fag result? Remember, Mind does not work well on a brain that is even partly broken down from lack of nourishment It is true that other food besides Grape-Nuts contains varying quantities of Brain food. Plain wheat and barley do. But in Grape-Nuts there is a certainty. And if the elements demanded by Nature, are eaten, the life forces have the needed material to build from. A healthy brain is important, if one would “do things in this world. A man who sneers at “Mind” sneers at the best and least understood part of himself. That part which some folks believe links us to the Infinite. Mind asks for a healthy brain upon which to act, and Nature has defined away to make a healthy brain and renew it day by day as it is used up from work of the previous day. Nature’s way to rebuild is by the use of food which supplies the things required. “There’s a Reason” for Grape-Nuts POSTUM CEREAL COMPANY, LIMITED, BATTLE CREEK,

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EQUAL TO EMERGENCY. —A—— e a—. Excited Customer —A man just dropped dead on the first floor. Floor Walker (in big department store) —That’s all right, sir. You’ll find the “Undertaking Department” on the fifth floor. Inhuman Fellow.. “Upon what grounds do you seek a divorce?” asked the lawyer whom she had just retained. “Non-support, cruelty or—” “Both,” she cried, tearfully. “He would not support my passionate longing for a diamond necklace, and if that isn’t cruelty I’d like to know!” —Catholic Standard and Times. Something Just as Good. Barber —Getting pretty thin on top, sir. Ever use our Miracle H&irgrowine? The Chair—Oh, no! It wasn’t that that did it. —Judge. Innuendo. “What’s Cholly so angry about?” “Oh, some rude girl asked him if h® was a suffragette.”

Surgeon in Ancient Times. Higfi honorariums were paid surgeons in ancient times. When Darfus, the son of Hystaspes, sprained his foot Damocedes was called in, another surgeon of renown having failed to effect a cure. Damocedes was successful, and the king took him to his harem and introduced the doctor to the ladies of the court. The ladies filled a vase of gold with money and precious pearls, which a eunuch was ordered to carry to the doctor., The eunuch let fall the vase, and the careful historian tells us that slaves gathered up the pearls. 9 Her Little Ring. Mary had a little ring; ’twas given by her beau; and everywhere that Mary went that ring was sure to go. She took the ring with her one day, when she went out to tea, where she might display it to tile girls, who numbered twenty-three. And when the girls all saw that ring, they made a great ado, exclaiming, with one voice: “Has it at last got around to you?” Time. “How long have you been a widow, Mrs. Weed?” “It will be a year the 4th of next month.” “Dear me! Is it as long as thatt How time flies!” “Oh. do you think so? Well, if you ever have to wait a year to look pleasant when men offer you attentions you’ll give up the idea that time is much of a flyer.” . A Candid Man. “Are you looking-for work?” “No, sir; I’m looking for money, but I’m willing to work because that’s the only way I can get it.”

FROM THE EDITOR. He Forgot That He Had a Stomach Talking of food, there is probably no professional man subjected to a greater, more wearing mental strain than the responsible editor of a modern newspaper. To keep his mental faculties constantly in. good working order, the editor must keep his physical powers up to the highest rate of efficiency. Nothing will so quickly upset the whole system as badly selected food and a disordered stomach. It therefore follow's that he should have right food, which can’be readily assimilated, and which furnishes true brain nourishment. “My personal experience in the use of Grape-Nuts and Postum,” writes a Philadelphia editor, “so exactly agrees with your advertised claim as to their merits that any further exposition in that direction would seem to be superfluous. They have benefited me so much, however, during the five years that I have used them that I do not feel justified, in withholding my testimony. “General ‘high living,’ with all that the expression implies as to a generous table, brought about indigestion, in my case, with restlessness at night and lassitude in themorning, accompanied by various pains and distressing sensations during working hours. “The doctor diagnosed the condition as ‘catarrh of the stomach,’ and prescribed various medicines, which, did me no good. I finally ‘threw physics to the dogs,’ gave up tea. and coffee and heavy meat dishes, and adopted Grape-Nuts and Postum. as the chief articles of my dieL -“I can conscientiously say, and I wish to say it with all the emphasis possible to the English language, that they have benefited me as medicines never did, and more than any other food that ever came on my table. “My experience is that the GrapeNuts food has steadied and strengthened both brain and nerves to a most ■ positive degree. How it does It I cannot say, but I know’that afterbreakfasting on Grape-Nuts food on® actually forgets he has a stomach, let alone ‘stomach trouble.’ It is, in my opinion, the most beneficial as well as the most economical food on the market, and has absolutely n® rival.” Name given by Postum Co*. Battle Creek, Mich.