Life — January 8, 1914 — page 39: what you’re looking at

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stops the braynes from whirling and maketh them grow.” Though Rome could boast that she had prospered for many generations without doctors, and Cato could warn Marcus against Greek medicine, and declare that Rome would be ruined “if they send their physicians among us”, the profession, I think, was at an even lower ebb in the Middle Ages. Then the Saints usurped the doctors’ place, and presided over a special limb or muscle. St. Burgarde, St. Rochius, St. Quirinus and St. John governed the thighs, knees and shins and feet re- spectively. Two very old prints in the British Museum show the human hands cutspread, with the name of the proper saint for every finger’s joint affixed thereto. The top joint of the fore- finger, for example, was protected by St. Barnabas; the second was the spe- cial care of St. James. What the saints neglected, the king took it upon himself to cure. For seven centuries the sovereigns of England patiently and pompously “touched” for the “king’s evil”; and yet, Sir Thomas Browne declared, “The king’s purse knows that the king's evil grows more common". Sir Thomas Browne apparently con- siders a change of climate more apt to kill than to cure. He maintained that “Death hath not only particular stars in heaven, but malevolent places upon earth, which single out our infirmities, and strike at our weaker parts”. Cripples, he says, should have nothing to do with Rome, “nor he that is rabidly inclined” with Portugal. “An infirm head,” he sagely concludes, “must not be in love with Paris.” What cured our forefathers? Was it the fox’s eye, the baked toad, or the three spiders? Or was it, rather, the sly, friendly brownie of self-sugges- tion? Can it be possible, the delver in old medicine wonders, that the same bashful doctor is curing most of us, the while we, with faith as touching as that of Elias Ashmole and his spider necklace, await the newest serum from the laboratory of the vivisector? Sarah N. Cleghorn. ERIAND LIMI A MOVING PICTURE LUXURY From the monster Mikado en- tr that speeds you on yourway, through to the Observation Plat- form, the OVERLAND LIM- ITED presents a moving picture of palatial luxury and enables you to save a business day en route to California 0 0 0 8 0 0 0 0 0 0 ie} 0 0 The only datly extra fare train 0 in California service, andthe only |0 exclusively first class train be- |Q tween Chicago and San Fran- cisco. The O' ND LIMITED |0 leaves Chicago daily at 7.00 p. m., travel- ing a roadbed smooth as a boulevard, |0 solid as rock, protected every mile by | automatic electric block safety signals. Accommodations include Buffet-Club |) Car, Observation-Library Car, Dining Car, bathing facilities and barber shop. |O Drawingroomsand compartments may 0 engaged en suite. There is a ladies’ maid, valet and stenographer. 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 fa) Chicago & NorthWestern Union Pacific Southern Pacific ‘The Route of Moving Pictures Let ussend you our Overland Limited Book describing this unique train in de- tail. On request a representative will call make all arrangements for your trip. Special attention given to mail inquiries. ‘Address Chicago or New York, Dept. 62. J.B. DeFriest Cen'l Eastern Agent, Union Pacific R. R. 287 Broadway, New York W. G. Neimyer H. A. Gross Sou ee bArERt Gen'i Agent 55 W. Jackson Blvd. North" Wente ern Ry. ‘Chicago: 1485S. Clark Sel Chicago Ticket Offcee in All Principal Cica; Including Boston, Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, Detroit, land, Cincinnati, Se. Louis, New Yorks Ch tices. Men's Dressing Room So00qo0ocoooocoo COC CCOWOOOOOCO CO OOOO OC Od Three Wishes N Scotch Cream Great Britain’s Standard Whiskey for 100 years STRONG & TROWBRIDGE CO. om cr Introducing to America To the great god Buddha came the rep- resentatives of the Catholic, Protestant, and Jewish religions, to pay him homage. Buddha, very flattered, told cach of them that if they would express a wish, it would be fulfilled. “ What do you wish?” he asked the Catholic. The answer was, “Glory”. “You shall have it,” said Buddha, and turning to the Protestant, “What do you wish?” “ Money.” “You shall have it.” “ And you?s" This to the Jew. “I do not want much,” quoth he, “give me the Protestant’s address.” comicbooks.com