Life — April 29, 1909 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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Athen Pe An Outsider LTH at last! Winkle, strug- gling with a large bundle, entered his wife's apartment, on his face a smile of supreme satis- faction. As for Mrs. Win- kle, she regarded the bundle with the suspicion born of long experience “What have you she asked “Nothing much—only preparing my- self against all forms of insidious dis- case, fortifying myself against known germ, building myself up, making & new man out of myself."* Tell me the worst, at please don’t keep me in suspense. Winkle stopped —_unfastening bundle, and came over to where his wife sat “You have probably heard,’ he said, of the fresh air cure. You know that now it is advocated—t upon—by practically every health board Indeed, no intelligent been doing now?" every once, and the mean insisted in the country. person can afford to neglect it. Winkle spread out about twenty-five feet of canvas—"is one of the and most approved appliances." “What do you propose to do with it?" Winkle re wife with ill feigned aston “Why, [ propose, what everyone els is doing—what all your friends are tak- ing up, as you know. I propose to use i”? Here—"" latest arded his hment. of course, to do of any intelligence Excuse me!’” Winkle was too much absorbed in his task to permit himself to be disturbed by any opposition “You see,” he went on with the air of an accomplished demonstrator, “ this goes on the back piazza. You attach these ends to the side of the house. Then, by means of these pulleys, you lower the shades to suit yourself.” “Where do you sleep? “In my little bed, of course. I came home early in order to move it out.” Mrs. Winkle was rapidly getting angry. “ Are you going to move your bed out on the piazza?" she demanded. “1 most certainly am." Are you aware how it will look? "* nopy—the latest triumph of science! What a lucky have a back piazza!’ “Don’t you w Why first?” Winkle whistled. Consult you my dear girl, you don’t seem to realize that there is no time to lose. Here, just read this,"" and he took from his Tocket the latest manifesto of the board of health, “Do you realize what it means to sleep in an enclosed room- even with the windows open? Why, the exhalations from the body spread in a twenty-four feet—I mean radius—in five minutes. Think of it! Germs everywhere. Now, if we breathe pure, fresh, outdoor air, we are immune. Understand? And do you think that I am going to risk my life for another night by sleeping under a roof?’ Mrs. Winkle shivered slightly “T guess,” she said, “that you will find it pretty there on that piazza. My dear, you will catch your death.”” thing we better consult think would didn’t you you me in his amusement. he ejaculated, “ why, circumference of cold o “Hal I like that. Catch my death! Another one of those old time notions I'm surprised that you shouldn't be more up to date. Don't you know that night air is the most curative thing on earth? Why, if it was worth while, I could show you statistics of hundreds of cases of pneumonia cured in an hour! And by what? Being out doors! Think of it! I can't wait to get there.’ Winkle had his coat off, and was al- ready working at taking down his bed. In the course of an hour he had the whole apparatus rigged up on the rear porch. It certainly did look inviting. He dragged his wife out to view it “ There!’ he exclaimed, “Isn't that perfect? Just think, my dear girl, what this means to me." “Umph! I'm thinking of what it will mean to me if you get cold, and I have to take care of you. My dear, Take my advice, and don't make a fool of member, you are not used don't be foolhardy. just this one yourself. R to it.’* “Used to it! I like that! Ha! Do you realize, madam, that they take deli- cate, dying people right out in the open, with the thermometer below zero, and they get well by leaps and bounds “Well, maybe they do,’ murmured Nurse: TECHNICAL IM TAKING HIS HEART, MADAM, BEFORE 1 No one can sce it, with this superh “VERY WELL; BUT BE SURE YOU LEAVE IT,’? comicbooks.com