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FOOD for THOUGHT! FFICIENT brain effort depends upon a well nourished body. That is why we should eat foods of real nutrition and _ strength. Food for thought! UTTER and ice cream are two of the most delicious, nutritious foods and should be a large part of everyone's daily dict. The growth promoting vitamine occurs in butter in most con- centrated form. Butter is also our richest fuel food. Ice cream is not alone a confection. It is a food of real energy and nourish- ment. One quart of ice cream is equal in energy food value to fourteen eggs. Eat more butter and ice cream. You will find that you will feel better and work better. THE best brands of butter and ice cream are “Heathized”. Heathization is the newly dis covered scientific method of making foods in an atmosphere of purity and cleanliness. when you buy BUTTER and ICE CREAM y: Js it HEATHIZED? ay. Fu to distribute en free to every h scheme. ‘This say. If now selling tern, ti will’ pay" you article right with yo let_us hear from you tod: 2 filled rapidly JENNINGS MFG CO., Secretary 184, Day It Just Goes to Show Ye T AR ain't no sense in teachin’ some folks read- in’, especially un Todd. Ey up and went and drawed all his money outen the Rock Hill bank and invested it in one o° them addin’ Ikerlatin’ machines, read about in the ads. dumb fool sed he gut it. sost his dollars could multiply. Wall, twan’t so silly as it looks, cuz he’s hi nt so much time playin’ uv it, he ain’t had the heute i fingers fer qu sez, most probably he'll be able to do his own milkin’ soon’s he kin save up enough to buy a cow. Invested in an adding machine. LIVING IN HOPES by Walt Mason nope to live to see the time when we I will all be wearing wings, when there will be no sin or crime, and censors will abolish things. This world was once so bright and fair it surely seemed well worth the price, but men have spoiled it everywhere, and intro- duced all kinds of vice. When Adam roamed the on vale, no slot machines loomed up in view and tempted him to blow his kale for bum s or gum to chew. He took his to his wife, who hid it in her rd sock; he led a quiet, simple life, and went to bed at eight o'clock. But when I’ve drawn the meager | beans for which I've toiled the whole | week long, I'm up against the slot ma- chines, and keep them working good and | strong. I win all kinds of useless junk, and when I to my home repair, I cannot give my wife a plunk, and it is sad to hear her swear. Some day the censor and slot machines will ha id then the toiling man ma nd bank a parcel of his dot Temptations round my pathway I'm always falling for their guile, and when I need a censor most there isn’t within a mile. | V HEN Adam walked his wondrous park and hunger racked his works | within, he ate a strip of hemlock bark, or took a turnip from the bin. He filled himself with barks and buds that were not seasoned by a cook, and washed them Tunded to you, sSend ing steal blue white x charge ould, A eral ine bon rfmenthe. Beare ‘50. Order Now! This offer is lrmated. Hon’ delay, Just send 8 $1 co ans de the diamond ring after trial, your deposit wi FREE BOOK OF GEMS Sane Mest comalets Jewelry Catalog aver lenued of jewelry — newest A full year to pay on, everrthing you oer SOTLAR STOCK ‘DIAMOND WATCH CO; down with wholesome suds he dippered from the babbling brook. He'd never heard of sirloin’ steaks, there were no stoves or kitchens near; and Adam had no pains or aches, he cantered like a brindled steer. But when I hear the dinner bell, as through the town To wend my way, there's always an enticing smell to lure me to some smooth café. The waiter springs his bill of fare, which is with goodly things replete; all sorts of luxuries are there—the very things I shouldn't eat. Around me there are other wights who are, like me, too beastly fat; they ought to spend their days and nights consuming grass and things like that. Their doctors tell them every da T am told) their lives depend’ on simple fare like hay, but small attention do they lend; they know they ought to mind the doc, and thus reduce their ample size, but how can portly voters walk past luscious steaks and gorgeous pies? Brsc® no censor is on deck to close eating-palace doors, the fat man dies, a ghastly wreck; he should have lived on apple cores. I need a censor every hour, a censor vigilant and bold, to shield me from the faker dour who sells gold bricks that are not gold; to guard me from the sinful skate who offers me a large cigar, and from the agent who would prate until I've bought his tinhorn car. I lack the courage to reject my favored pastimes, habits, sins; I need nine censors to protect and guard me from life’s snares and gins. The outlook now is very fine; the ranks of censors | still expand, and some day, with their | arts benign they'll surely rule our native j land, the sae “This bock must belong to a doctor.” “Wh; “He cut out the appendix.”