Judge — July 22, 1922 — page 29: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Frank Graham, who has just finished a comfortable dining car break- fast, sights along the barrel of his cigar and discovers that the man at the washb: Tom Edwards, salesman. ELLO, EDWARDS! You on this trip? What's that bottle of yours on the window sill?” “That I'll tell you by asking you a question.” “Fire ahead, Old Timer.” “What was the first thing you ordered in the diner this morning? “Why, let's see—I needed a little mineral water and—" “That's it! Mineral water! Well, this bottle here has made me see my last drop of mineral water. That's Nujol. You've seen it advertised, I guess.” “Sure. You troubled with constipation much?” “I'm not troubled with it at all. But I would be if it wasn’t for that bottle.” “Good, eh?” “Life insurance. I’ve been on the road a long time. You know—taking orders from a time-table. I've got a pretty strong constitution but the life was killing me. The hours, the fifty-seven varieties of drinking water and the small hotel food all combined to nearly ruin me. And I soon got the habit.” “The habit?” “Yes. You know—the ‘gimme-something-for-constipa tion’ habit. The druggist shoots you a glass of soda some salts or a box of powerful purgatives. You get action all right, but you feel weak for a day and next time you Nujol “z REG. U.S. PAT. OFF, A Lubricant—not a Laxative n is none other than his sensible and able friend, need a stronger dose. After awhile your bowels won't work at all without these drugs.” “But how did you get onto Nujol?” “One day Joe Bates, a doctor friend of mine, saw me taking a pill for constipation—the second one that week. Joe bounced right up into the air and preached for an hour on the sacredness of our internal organs. Then he put me on the Nujol treatment—a tablespoonful twice a day.” “And the effect?” “None for the first day or two. And then I began to feel like my old self again. I got back my appetite and took on a good color, Nujol was ridding me of waste poisons. You see, it’s this way—old Mother Nature supplies a lubricating substance to the intestines, so that the food waste is kept soft arid easily passed out of the body. But when you are constipated this lubricant is not produced in sufficient quantity. Now a lot of scientific men discovered that the gentle lubricating action of Nujol most closely resembles this natural lubricant. Moreover, it absorbs poisons and carries them out of the body. And certainly does its job well. Why, thousands of people are really enjoying life because of Nujol. And it is pleasant to take —no griping, because it isn’t a laxative. Doctors advise it, and I’m told it is used in many of the world’s leading hospitals.” “Say, you have certainly sold me on Ni T have been looking for a rational treatment for constipation for a long time—and this is it. Me for a drugstore as soon as I hop off this train.” * Regular as Guaranteed by Nujol Laboratories, Standard Oil Co. (New Jersey) 2 27 comicbooks.com