Judge — July 10, 1909 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Pp Writ he can’t, Oi shut the baste in there fur ividence. Goons. "it's hivey damages ye sh'uld yit from bi INQUIRING FRIENDS. MIIAT did you do with my 2 Yes, I'm going out. 1 know it, but b has sent for me, and he thinks he's the only one that's (hee sne sick. Get my can you? I know it'll mal worse, but never mind, Yes, I've got a clean hand- kerchief one in my coat, two in my hip, and one in my hand, (Three sneezes.) 1 wish you wouldn't make talk. I wish you could © the hay fever just fi inutes. I want my smoked glasses, Of course I'll keep in the shade, Don’t you suppose I know anything ? “Good What's that? Oh, no; it isn't a cold. It's the hi Didn't you know [had it? Well, I wish I didn't know it cither, Well, Idon't feel funny. Yes, I've tried Mentholatum. Yes, it is hot, but [ was obliged to come out this morning. Yes, I'm still holding my nose. pens when Edon't, Yes, sir, I've had a thing. It docs seem as if somebody'd get But the doctors are all too busy (two sneezes) curing leprosy, consumption, tetanus, and cancer to pay any attention to hay fever, and [ had rather have any one of 'em for three weeks than the hay fever, (Four sneezes.) “Good-morning, Mrs. Bates. Ni the hay fever. Thank you. Yes, thirty years. No, nothing. (Taking off glasses, wiping eyes, blowing nose.) Yes, I've tried most everything. Yes, the dust is bad. Yes, so is goldenrod. (Three sneezes.) Excuse me, but I'm in a hurry. it thirty years. something after a whi Good-morning, Miss 8. Oh, no, it isn't a cold. It’s the earache, Yes, 1 think laudanum would help it, but I'm afraid to take enough. Yes, pretty bad. No, [ ought not, but 1 was obliged to, on busi 1, I Grought 1 was going to Sam Cobb's, but I know now Lam not. (Three sneezes.) I'm going to (sneeze) the printing office, Good-day. * Good-morning, Mr. Edi (Three sneezes.) 1 want (sneeze) to put a notice ) in the paper. (Three sneezes, wiping eyes and nose.) No, Lcan't write it. Can't you sce t nor hear, nor taste, nor smell, nor anything else but sneeze? Wait till I find a fresh handkerchief and get my breath, and then I want to dictate to your stenographer. All right. (Wiping glassex, eyes, anid nose.) (To stenographer.) and don't ask me over. ¢ just what I say, word for word, ord knows it's hard enough to say it once. “ Rushville, S “Mr, Jason Henry Skinner wishes to announi friends t but the hay fe remedy known to mi ptember 10th, to all inquir dor rose He has had it thirty years. He has tri n (also woman), except the White M neither of which he can afford, Dust t, ditto goldenrod, ragweed, He is the most comfortable cool, with ice water running 3 and ointment in his nose. - him temporarily. He didn’t go away this ually begins the 20th of August and lasts Ieaves him with a cough. He has put himself toa g iscomfort to make this statement, and he respectfully req ds kindly refrain from asking him any more questions on the subject.”” ADA T. tina But they only ri year. His hay fe until the first frost, AN AMATORY ANSWER. F YOU would only please to ery, I'd kiss your tears away,” quoth I. She blushed, then hung her lovely head, And with a whisper slyly said (That sh “Prevention 's better far than eu