Life — December 7, 1911 — page 94: what you’re looking at

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oa) bey Wy oy cig At gels th/ The Night of the Bath If you want to make the Children Bath Night a time of joy and de- light, and in every way a success, see that PEARS’ SOAP is used. There is a special charm about it that you do not find in any other. Pears’ Soap is so soft, soothing and grateful to thethildren’s delicate skins that they take a real pleasure in having it as their Companion of the Bath. But, more than all, it completely cleanses and purifies the skin, and preserves its youthful bloom unim- paired. This efficacy arises from the fact that PEARS’ is all pure soap of the very highest quality. Affinities I arrived promptly at nine o'clock at the affair given by the Railroad Presi- dent's wife. All the freaks were there, and in addition there was a girl I had never seen before. She was scrumpchy. There was Mrs. Henry Plebson, whom I had known slightly for some time; short and dumpy, carried diamonds like a day laborer, and was made up in all the rough places, She wore rats in her hair and her eyebrows had been macada- mized. She appeared like a person who had been sitting in the corridor of the Wal- dorf for several years and had let it soak in—a kind of female gastronomical harpie whose manners are painted on her and whose mental nourishment con- sists of regular doses of scandal, taken with and between meals, and yet such a creature as this, because she has un- told wealth, many a man might easily sacrifice himself for. There was Perchie Felton, whose real name was a Wall Street gambler, but who was generally known as the dis- tinguished head of the well-known bank- ing house, ete., etc. This gentleman had a face like pink banknote paper with capillaries in deeper shades. His life had been a constant Struggle between alcohol and the higher graft—and it was a draw. In one sense he was a professional gentleman, passing the plate on Sunday morning and pla: ing bridge in the afternoon on rainy days. There’ were many others whom I dis- regarded and I made a bee line for the scrumpehy girl, There was something about her. I saw it in her eye. We got on at once—on the affinity basis. Somehow I divined at once that she was a sufferer like myself. “Horrible crowd,” I whispered after a while. “As good as the average,” she re plied. “ What can you expect?” “Um,” I replied. “I suppose she "— indicating our genial hostess, the Rail- road President's wife—“ prides herself on it “Why not? They are all leaders, Each one, by his or her presence, con- tributes to her ambition.” “I'm no leader,” I replied. She looked at me critically. “You're rich and respectable,” she declared, with a more than bored ex- pression. |The Man who is “Always Tired-Out” will soon be worn-oy; If the day’s work fags you— If an ill-chosen meal upsets your digestion~ If a sleepless night spoils the next day—the, you are not normal, but are below par, une, essarily, yes, and shamefully. You were given a body that had an abundur reserve fund of energy to draw upon in jur such hours of need. The Thompson Course of Exercise is a rational, pleasant and ag means of securing and maintaining that resent power which your body originally had ad which by unthinking neglect you have dissipated My Course is dif- ferent from any other treatment in that it benefits (by natural movements scientif- ically applied) the governors of the bod- ily machine, i.e., the lungs, heart, stomach intestines, etc. All these are muscles and can be strengthened by proper exercise. Yet it is an amazing fact that until my Course was evolved, no systematic treatment existed thit was based on this axiomatically natural method. The clearness of your mind, the strength of your nerves, your hopefulness and joy ia living, all depend on the tone and vigor of your vital organs. I offer you something that will benefit every inch ef your body and brain through every minute of yor life, and I offer it on free-trial terms that makeit impossible for you to lose a penny. Are you interested enough in making yourself 2 healthier human being to send for and read my book, “Human Energy" (sent free and postpaid)? ‘fourd find it very staring, yet obviously true. J. Edmund Thompson | Suit 94 Exchange Building, Worcester, Mas Everybody in the world can't have our sausages—we don't DAIRY FARM Xz covets. But SAUSAGES #2. can’t get any such because they don’t live on a farm, can buy them. Get them from your grocer. If he can't supply 08, write us and we'll arrange to fill your orders by thipping absolutely fresh sausages direct on,the very, days you want them, Write for our booklet of Jones Cooking Recipes, MILO C. JONES, Jones Dairy Farm, Box 624, Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin Te |