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January 10, 1920 “Love Me, Love Me, Love Me” By ‘Turret Love Houuay NEVER knew that love philter to fail I before,” declared the Heart Specialist “Oh, it worked too well,”” Jamented Daisy Peduncle. “Clarence was just starting to propose when he hugged me so hard that he crushed the bottle, which I had in my corsage according to instructions. That broke the charm, and Clarence got away.” “I'll give you a powder this time,” said the old woman. “Sprinkle a little of this over his head, saying: ‘Love me, love me, love me.” If you do that three times in one evening no man can resist you.” that be true?" murmured “don’t think so, but still, IF IT “em every eve “Can Daisy, cestatically, IS, PM shake it over a doze! ning until | make up for those who have resisted me.” “How much this resembles father’s snufl- box,” thought Daisy, gazing at the container of the love powder, that evening while waiting for Alfred “Sing for me, Alfred,” she begged, after they had chatted a while He sat down at the piano, and Daisy was standing beside him, her hand uplifted to spill the potent powder upon his bald spot, when he sprang up, saying, “I cad By hay fever’s doo bad Then he began restlessly wandering about the room, into a chair and out again Darn,” muttered Daisy, vexedly Vd think he sparrow, only he lights.”” Finally he stoy Daisy reached under the cushion of the Morris love powder and sig do-nide. was @ never beside the mantel and chair, where reposed the father’s snufi-box Love me, love me sprinkling KERCHOO!” toward the window Another hyena hike about the room followed “Poor dear.” thought’ Daisy “His heart with Jove that it) makes him love me,” she breathed, answered Alfred, darting itches so restless.” “She's been suspected handling Nowers,” d As soon as she came near me I sneezed. UL keep away from her.” “LT MUST get close enough for two morc sprinkles,” Daisy was resolved And the merry little game of tag was on Alfred sat down on the piano bench; and she came to look at some music. He ducked to the Morris chair; and she followed. He made a slide for life to the davenport, and found her waiting at the plate. “If L only had one of those bellows things such as they use for insect powder.” sighed Daisy At last, however, she coaxed him to look at a mosquito bite on her left hand, while with her right’ she administered sprinkle number CHOO! KERCHOO! KERCHOO!” volleyed Alfred, leaping wildly from his chair “She's worse than a weed patch,” he gasped between coughs and strangles. “If she comes n I'll choke to death.”” near me “—and then with just a few weeks more of Sanatogen” N the road to health at last! And yet how impatient you are to be up and going. But it is now, when the system is trying to rebuild its store of energy, that you will be most grateful for the recon- structive help of Sanatogen. Sanatogen, you must know, is a natural food-tonic, combining purest albumen with organic phosphorus—thus conveying to the wasted system the vi to build up blood and_ tissues—an so remarkably easy of digestion that the most delicate—young and old—can take it, with nothing but beneficial effects. s It seems to possess a wonderful effect in increasing the nutritive value of other food material.” When we tell you that Sanatogen is used by the medical profession all over the world as an aid to convalescence and as an upbuilder of strength and vitality, that more than 21,000 ph: jans have written letters commending you will under- st that our confidence in recommending it to you is firm and sincere. Won't you give Sanatogen the oppor- tunity to help bring back you—or someone that is near and dear to you—to bealth and strength? Sanatogen is sold by good druggists everywhere, in sizes from 81.2) up. Brand Prize International Congress of Medicine, London, 1913. Write for interesting booklet to THE BAUER CHEMICAL CO., Inc. 115 W. 18th Street New York City s ly Y iH me, Physi It was a stern chase and a long one this time with Alf always a little in the lead. “Will T have to call Papa to hold him? pondered Daisy, ready to ery with fatigue and disappointment.“ Putting salt on a humming bird’s tail is nothing to this.” Alfred sat with his elbow upon the piano, his hand supporting his head. Warily his tired eves watched his pursuer and he was prepared to take flight at her slightest motion observed Daisy Ah, he sleeps!” “He nods,” “Poor fellow; he’s worn out ary Noiselessly she crept forward, loosening the lid of her box. She lifted her hand, and Horrors! Father's snuff-box slipped from her hand and landed KER-BUMP! upon the shin- ing disc that graced Alfie’s dome. Blinded by the cloud of snuff that arose, Daisy could sce nothing. But she could hear a ing, sneezing, and what would have been a cursing, but for lack of breath These sounds culminated in a crash, as Alfred went through the window, taking the panels with him