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This page contains two advertisements and a serialized story (continued from another page). **The Advertisements:** - **Lisk Self-Basting Roaster**: A kitchen product ad emphasizing labor-saving and waste reduction—appeals to early 20th-century homemakers. - **White Rose Glycerine Soap**: Uses a classical bust image to suggest purity and beauty; marketed to women concerned with complexion. **The Story Content:** The narrative excerpt depicts a husband, Von Blumer, who has purchased a "life-saver" apparatus—apparently a rowing machine or exercise device—promising health benefits. The satire lies in the gap between his grandiose health claims ("the secret of human life") and the mundane reality: it's simply exercise equipment taking up attic space. His wife's skeptical reactions ("Has—he—any apparatus?" asked faintly) suggest contemporary anxiety about unproven health gadgets and "nerve-racking" modern life. The humor targets both the husband's gullible enthusiasm for dubious wellness products and the period's fascination with mechanical solutions to health problems.

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Sanitary SELF BASTING No Basting—No Waste and nothing to watch but the clock One-fifth of every roast Is wasted by ordinary roasting pans, The LISK SANITARY SELF-BASTING ROASTEL Saves every ounce of that waste. The juices from the roast vaporized by the heat collect on the inner roof of the ROASTER and drop back again upon the roast, Keeping it constantly basted. The LISK SANITAR SELF-BASTING RUASTEM is made of the imperial Gray Enamel which has made LISK Kitchen utensils famous. Saving, Seamtess and Sanitary. Sold under a ten-year upconditional guarantee. AL OFFER— Ask your dealer for Lisk Self» asting Roaster. Lf he cannot supply you send $3.00 and we will send medium size Roaster (express pre- paid) with privilege of return atend of thirty days you are not convinced of its merits. Descriptive booklet L sent free THE LISK MANUFACTURING CO., Canandalgua,N.Y. The Secret of a Healthy and Beautiful Skin A perfect complexion is assured to all who use this Soap. Its transparency is a sign of its purity. PERD. MULHENS, Cologne o/R, Germany MCLHENS & KROPVY, 25 Broadway, New York Send 15 cents in stamps for a /u// size sample cake kind of upholstered undress, pictured in the pages of certain periodicals that Von Blumer had been collecting, “Has—he—any apparatus?” she inquired faintly. “Well, I should say he has. A life-Saver for every man, woman and | child in this nerve-racking age.” “How big is it?” Nothing—absolutely nothing. Takes up only six eet of floor space.” “Where do you intend putting it? You can’t “Now don’t get uneasy. I've got the whole thing arranged. Ther a wide, open space in the attic, right near the window. There, my girl, is where I shall gradually bring myself back to life and strength.” hat afternoon at three o'clock, a huge packing box was delivered by a drayman. A few moments after Von Blumer appeared, armed with a hammer. The sides were torn off. and by herculean efforts the two men lifted the affair upstairs, while Mrs. Von Blumer, tears in her cyes, looked silently on The drayman departed. There was a sound of hammering and tug- ging and scraping. Then a brief silence. Mrs. Von Blumer was getting uneasy. Suddenly, however, the door opened. Her husband, clad only in last year’s bathing suit, with a pair of gymnasium sandals on his feet, stood dramatically before her. His iace was transfused with joy. He threw out his chest and folded his He arms calmly, like a Greck gladiator—only his legs being somewhat “1, thinner than those old heroes’, were possibly not quite so nourishing to ff this 1 view ‘ow, my dear girl,” he said. “I want to show you the greatest ap- paratus ever devised by the mind of man ior the Health. Every muscle reached. external or internal. The vital organs gently stimulated, Come.” He led the way upstairs into the attic. here!” he exclaimed, triumphantly. “What do you think of Wait till I show you how itsworks He sprang into what was more like an ordinary rowing machine than anything else. He grasped the handles, He slid gracefully back and iorward, stretching out his arms before him. Then he stood up, and J not fs Lending down pulled some levers that controlled two weights at the side JP my cl “In this simple, marvelous piece of mechanism,” he remarked, gasping J} with | ior breath, “lies the secret of human life. scient He grabbed his wife by her arm and pulled her towards him. “WI “Are ye ware.” he muttered, “that every muscle is like a sponge— chat if it isn’t squeezed out regularly, impurities collect? Think oi it!” “You'll catch your death of cold,” said Mrs. Von Blume | window open.” “Ha! That only shows your ignorance. You see my body warm glow. The rich ozone in the air only serves to purify th “How oiten are you going to do this thir You'd be surprised how little of it is necessary. [rise promptly at six.” At si “That's what I said. Half an hour before breakiast, then a_ brisk | rub down, 1 in the afternoon, half an hour before dinner. That's all. Phink of it, a mere nothin, The next morning, while tt was yet dark, Mrs. Von Blumer was awakened from her slumber by an ominous sound overhead. Ste started up. Her first thought was burglars. Then she recalled her husband. This is awful,” she murmured. “No sleep ior me.” For some time she turned and tossed. At last, unable to stand it any longer, she put on her wrapper and started upstairs. Von Bh: | almost bounded into her as he came down. “Look here, dear, this is too much. [simply can’t stand it ked up every morning by that horrible thing. “I knew it! I knew you'd kick. Just like a woman! Here making a sacrifice of myself in order to preserve my health, for 3 sake—ior your sake, I say: Heaven knows, I care nothing for my | and now you make the usual fuss about it. But, thank Heaven, madam, | T have a better regard for myself, a higher Sense of my duty to my jamily, than to be influenced by what you may say. And now aside. I must rub myseli down with a coarse towel.” With the calmness of despair, Mrs. Von Blumer saw there was roth ing to do but wait for developments. | That afternoon at five, her husband appeared upon the scene, and in? (Continued on opposite page.)