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B CHAPTER I.
9 From Mufti to Khaki.
H It was In an office In Jersey City.
H.was sitting at my desk talking to
^ .lieutenant of the Jersey National
^Huard. On the wall was a big war
^Bap decorated with variously colored
^ tle flags showing the position of the
|H)poslng armies on the western front
France. In front of me on the desk
^ y m New Tork paper with big flaring
HMiYlfnAt
HL18ITANIA SUNK! AMERICAN
IB LIVES LOST!
i^frrhe windows were open and a feelHk
of spring pervaded the air.
HHrough the open windows came the
BEttlDs of a hurdy-gurdy playing In the
^keet?**I Didn't Raise My Boy to Be
HHMLusltanla Sunk! American Lives
^Hftt!"?"I Didn't Raise My Boy to
H ? Soldier." To us these did not
|Hrhe lieutenant In silence opened one
^Rtife lower drawers of his desk and
from It an American flag which
H volemnly draped over the war map
the wall. Then, turning to me with
K^&rlm face, said:
^KHow about it, sergeant? Tou had
^Ker get out the muster roll of the
Qnnnfa a a T fhlnlr thoxr xulll
Ieede&in the course of a few days."
fa busied ourselves till late in the
ling writing out emergency telenfl
for the men to report when the
should come from Washington,
a we went home.
crossed over to New York, and as
?&t up Pulton street to take the
pay to Brooklyn, the lights in the
buildings of New York seemed to
burning brighter than usual, as if
L too, had read "Lusitanla Sunk!
jtlcan Lives Lost!" They seemed
k glowing with anger and righteous
^nation, and their rays wigwagged
iQuy Empey.
esk. I Immediately followed
>n by throwing the telegrams
wast^basket. Then we looked
other In silence. He was
I in his chair and I felt demd
uneasy.
lephone rang and I answered
Kb a business call for me, remy
services for an out-ofUgnment
Business was not
B, so this was very welcome.
Itening to the proposition I
jo be swayed by a peculiarly
pee within me, and answered,
fhot T nonnnf ttaih*
UVV.V|/t JVU1
I am leaving for England
c," and hung up the receiver,
enant swung around In his
Stared at me in blank astonA
sinking sensation came
but I defiantly answered his
l "Well, It's so. I'm going."
k '
p across was uneventful. I
[ Tilbury, England, then got
ring of matchbox cars and
| to London, arriving there
L m. t took'a room In a.hotel
lahcras station for "five and
Itra." The room was minus
ut the "extra" seemed to
&rm. That night there was
raid, but I didn't see much
ise the slit In the curtains j
tall and I had no desire to!
ger. Next morning the tel- i
rang, and someone asked,
lere?" I was, hardly. AnyTied
that the Zeps had reftelr
fatherland, so I went
ie street expecting to see
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! ering populace, but everything was ; me
j normal. People were calmly proceed- me
! ing to their work. Crossing the sto
street, I accosted a Bobbie witl^: saj
"Can you direct me to the place of "
damage?" no*
He asked me, "What damage?"
In surprise, I answered, "Why, the j 8el
damage caused by the Zeps." J330
I tre
With a wink he replied: . I
"There was no damage; we missed : p?
them again." j
After several fruitless inquiries of 11
the passersby, I decided to go on my j 1
own In search of ruined buildings and 11
scenes of destruction. I boarded a bus j |
which carried me through Tottenham /
Court road. Recruiting posters were g|
everywhere. The one that impressed >ij
me most was a life-size picture of
Lord Kitchener with his finger pointing
directly at me, under the caption
of "Tour King and Country Need You."
No matter which way I turned, the |
accusing finger followed me. I was j
an American, in mufti, and had a little
American flag In the lapel of my coat.
I had no king, and my country had
seen fit not to need me, but still that
pointing finger made me feel small and
111 at ease. I got off the bus to try
to dissipate this feeling by mixing
with the throng of the 6ldewalbs.
Presently I came to a recruiting office.
Inside, sitting at a desk was a
lonely Tommy Atkins. I decided to in- ffl
terview him in regard to joining the ||
British army. I opened the door. He ii
looked up and greeted me with "I s'y, H|
myte, want to tyke on?"
I looked at him and answered, "Well,
whatever that Is, IH take *a chance
at it'*
Without the aid of an Interpreter, I i caE
found out that Tommy wanted to know I Uti
If I eared to Join the British army. He !
asked m?: "Did you ever hear of the |
Royal Fusiliers?" Well, in London, tor
you know, Yanks are supposed to know ?ct
everything, so I was not going to ap- 1
pear ignorant and answered, "Sure." car
After listening for one half-hour to no
Tommy's tale of their exploits on the j"3,
firing line, I decided to Join. Tommy ^
took me to the recruiting headquarters,
where I met a typical English captain.
He asked my nationality. I immedl- "
ately pulled out my American passport stu
and showed It to him. It was signed the
by Lansing. After ldoklng at the tal*
passport, he Informed me that he was sPe
sorry but could not enlist me, as It tlnD
would be a breach of neutrality. I
insisted that I was not neutral, be- bio
cause to me it seemed that a real J v
American could not be neutral when * T
big things were in progress, but the j
captain would not enlist me. j an(
With disgust In my heart I went out: v
In the street. I had gone about a ,
block when a recruiting sergeant who j
had followed me out of the office (^
tapped me on the shoulder with his I
swagger stick and said: "S'y, I can a
get you In'the army. We have a *leftenant'
down at the other office who rec
can do anything. He has just come
out of the O. T. C. (Officers' Training
corps) and does not know what neu- *
trallty is." I decided to take a chance, y0T
and accepted his Invitation for an in- Pat
troductlon to the lieutenant. I entered
the office and went up to him, opened ^
up my pasiport and said: tw<
"Before going further I wish to state
that I am an American, not too proud *r
to fight, and want to Join your army." jthe
He looked at me in a nonchalant at
manner, and answered. "That's all ^
right; we take anything over here."
I looked at him kind of hard and re- ^
plied, "So I notice," but it went over *
his head.
He got out an enlistment blank, and
placing his finger on a blank line said, "U{
"Sign here." mu
I answered, "Not on your tintype." j(na
"I beg your pardon7" "fit
Then I explained to him that I would a (
not sign it without first reading it. I * v
read it over and signed for duration of j ^
r\var. Some of the recruits were lucky. | "10
They signed for seven years only! he
Then he asked me my birthplace. I nei
answered, "Ogden, Utah."
He said, "Oh, yes, Just outside of i ^
New York?" i
With a smile, rreplied, "Well, it's up Jma
the state a littler" j I
Then I was taken before the doctor i,I n
and passed as physically fit, and was | cru
issued a uniform. When I reported ! I c
back to the lieutenant, he suggested ! I ^
that, being an American, I go on re | her
cruiting service and try to shame some ' I
of the slackers into joining the army." , pu(
"All you have to do," he said, "is to ing
go out on the street, and when you see :
a young fellow in mufti who looks |
physically fit. Just stop hira and give !
him this kind of a talk: 'Aren't you j
ashamed of yonrself,; a Britisher, phys-! 1
ically lit, ana in murn wnen your *iuk ior
and country need you? Don't you a r
know that your country is at war and J out
that the place flor every young Briton i j
is on the firing lLne? Here I am, art jjui
America:;, in fchaki, who came four an(
thousand mHes to fight for your kingly,
and country,^ and j|ou, as yet, have not ter
lsted. Why don't you Join? Now
the time.'
This argument ought to get many
xuits, Empey, so go out and see j
at yon can do."
le then gave me a small rosette of
I, white and blue ribbon, with three '
le streamers hanging down. This j
s the recruiting Insignia and was 1
be worn on the left side of the cap.
Vrmed with a swagger stick and my 5
rrlotlc rosette, I went out into Tot- 1
ham Court road In quest of cannon J
Ider.
Pwo or three poorly dressed civil- ]
8 passed me, and although they apired
physically fit, I said to myself,
hey don't want to join the army; <
haps they have someone dependent I
them for support," so I did not ac- ;
it them.
Jomlng down the street I saw a
ing dandy, top hat and all, with a ]
hlonably dressed girl walking be- ]
? T "Vaii n ra mTT
tJ 111 Hi. x UiUllCICU, XVU UiV Ui; I
at," and when he came abreast of
I stepped directly in his path and
pped him with my swagger stick,
ring: . ,
Tou would look fine In khaki; why
: change that top hat for a steel
met? Aren't you ashamed of yourf,
a husky young chap like you in.
fti when men are needed in the
nches? Here I am, an American,
Swearing in a Recruit.
ae four thousand miles from "Ogden,
ih, Just outside of New York, to
it for your king and country. Don't
a slacker, buck up and get into unim;
come over to the recruiting ofi
and I'll have you enlisted." 1
le yawned and answered, "I don't
e if you came forty thousand miles,
one asked you to," and he walked
The girl gave me a sneering look;
v'as speechless.
recruited for three weeks and near?ot
one recruit.
This perhaps was not the greatest
nt in the world, but It got back at
officer who had told me, "Yes, we
:e anything over here." I had been
inding a good lot of my recruiting
le in the saloon bar of the Wheat
?af pub (there was a very'attractive
nde barmaid, who helped kill time?
/as not as serious in those days as
vas a little later when I reached
i front)?well, It was the sixth day
1 my recruiting report was blank.
ras getting low m tne pocKet?Darids
haven't much use for anyone
o cannot buy drinks?so I looked
>und for recruiting material. You
>w a man on recruiting service gets
'bob" or shilling for every recruit
entices Into joining the array, the
ruit is supposed to get this, but he \
uld not be a recruit if he were wise '
this fact, would he?
)own at the end of the bar was a ,
mg fellow in mufti who was very ,
riotlc?he had about four "Old
ales aboard. He asked me if he 1
lid join, showed me his left hand,
) fingers were missing, but I said
t did not matter as "we take anyag
over here." The left hand Is
rifle hand as the piece is carried
the slope on the left shoulder. Neareverything
in England is "by the
t," even general traffic keeps to the
t side.
took the 'applicant over to headirters,
where he was hurriedly exlned.
Recruiting surgeons were
sy in those days and did not have
ch time for thorough physical exam*
tlons. My recruit was passed as
by the doctor and turned over to
:orporal to make note of his scars,
ras mystified. Suddenly the corpo- 1
burst out with, "BHme me, two of ]
fingers are gone." Turning to me '
said, "You certainly have your 1
"ve with you, not 'alf you ain't, to
ug this beggar in."
?he doctor came over and exploded, 1
hat do you mean by bringing in a 1
n in this condition?" !
coking out of tne corner of ray eye
otlced that the officer who had re- !
ited rae had joined the group, and I 1
ould not help answering, "Well, sir, '
-as told that you took anything over
e."
think they called it "Yankee im
lence," anyhow it ended my recrultCHAPTER
II. 1
Blighty to Rest Billets. i
Lhe next morning the captain sent i
me and informed me: "Empey, as I
ecruiting sergeant you are a wash- !
and sent nie to a training depot, j
tfter.arriving at this place, I svas
Jtled to the quartermaster scores
I received an awful shock. The
irtermaster sergeant spread a waproof
sheet on the ground and com
tnenced throwing a miscellaneous assortment
of straps, burkles and other
paraphernalia into it I thought he
would never stop, but when the pil?
reached to ray knees he paused long
enough to say, "Next, No. 5217, 'Arris,
B company." I gazed in bewilderment
at the pile of junk In front of me, ant
then my eyes wandered around looking
for the wagon which was to carry it
to barracks. I was rudely brought ta
earth by the "quarter" exclaiming,
"'Ere, you, 'op it; tyke it aw'y; bllnt
my eyes, 'e's looking for 'is batman t?
elp 'Im carry it."
Struggling under the load, with frequent
pauses for rest, I reached our
barracks (large car barns), and my
platoon leader came to the rescue. It
was a marvel to me how quickly he
assembled the equipment. After he
had completed the task, he showed me
how to adjust it on my person. Pretty
soon I stood before him a proper Tommy
Atkins in heavy marching order,
feeling Itke an overloaded camel.
On my feet were heavy-soled hoots,
studded with hobnails, the toes and
heels of which were re-enforced by
steel half-moons. My legs were in
cased in woolen puttees, olivs drab In
color, with my trousers overlapping
them at the top. Then a woolen khaki
tunic, under which was a bluish gray
woolen shirt, minus a collar; beneath
this shirt a woolen belly baud about
six inches wide, held In place by tie
strings of white tape. On my head
was a heavy woolen trench cap, with
huge earlaps buttoned over the top.
Then the equipment: A canvas belt,
with ammunition pockets, and two
wide canvas straps like suspenders,
called "D" straps, fastened to the belt
In front, passing over each shoulder,
crossing in the middle of ray back, and
attached by buckles to the rear of the
belt. On the right side of the belt
hung a water bottle, covered with felt;
on the left side was my bayonet and
scabbard, and intrenching tool handle,
this handle strapped to the bayonet
scabbard. In the rear was my intrenching
tool, carried In a canvas case.
This tool was a combination pick and
spade. A canvas haversack was
strapped to the left side of the belt,
while on my back was the pack, also
of canvas, held In place by two canvas
straps over the shoulders; suspended
on the bottom1 of the pack was my
mess tin or canteen In a neat little
canvas case. My waterproof sheet,
looking like a jelly roll, was strapped
on top of the pack, with a wooden stick
for cleaning the breach of the rifle projecting
from each end. On a lanyard
around my waist hung a huge Jackknife
with a can-opener attachment.
The pack contained my overcoat, an
extra pair of socks, change of underwear,
hold all (containing knife, fork,
spoon, comb, toothbrush, lather brush,
shaving soap, and a razor made of tin,
with "Made in England" stamped on
the blade; when trying to shave with
this it made you wish that you were
at war with Patagonia, ?o that you
could have a "hollow ground" stamped
"Made in Germany"); then your housewife,
button-cleaning outfit, consisting
of a brass button stick, two stiff
brushes, and a box of "Soldiers'
Friend" pdste; then a shoe brush and
a box of dubbin, a writing pad, indelible
pencil, envelopes, and pay book,
and personal belongings, such as a
small mirror, a decent razor and a
sheaf of hnanswered letters, and fags,
?. , \
in your nuversucK juu uiu j juui uuu
rations, meaning a tin of bully beef,
four biscuits and a can containing tea,
sugar and Oxo cubes; a couple of
pipes and a pack of shag, a tin of rifle
oil, and a pull-through. Tommy generally
carries the oil with his rations;
it gives the cheese a sort of sardine
taste.'
Add to this a first-aid pouch and a
long, ungainly rifle patterned after the
Daniel Boone period, and you have an
Idea of a British soldier in Blighty.
Before leavng for France, this rifle
Is taken from him and he is issued
with" a Lee-Eafleld short trench rifle
and a ration tag.
In France he receives two gas helmets,
a sheepskin coat, rubber mackintosh,
steel helmet, two blankets, tearshell
goggles, a balaclava helmet,
gloves and a tin of antifrostbite grease
which is excellent for greasing the
boots. Add to this the weight of his
rations, and can you blame Tommy for
growling at a twenty-kilo route march?
Having served as sergeant major in
the United Strtes cavalry, I tried to
tell the English drill sergeants their
hncinesa hi?t if did not work. They
Immediately pu: me as batman in their
mess. Many a ;reasy dish of stew was
accidentally spilled over them.
I would sooner fight than be a waiter,
so when the order came through from
headquarters calling for a draft of
250 re-enforcements for France, I volunteered.
Then we went before the M. O.
(medical officer) for another physical
?xamlnation. This was very brief. He
asked our names and numbers and
said "Fit," and we went out to fight.
We were put into troop trains and
sent to Southampton, where we detrained,
and had our trench rifles Issued
to us. Then in columns of twos
we went up the gangplank of a little
steamer lying alongside the dock.
At the head of the gangplank there
was an old sergeant, who directed that
we line ourselves along both rails of
the ship." Then he ordered us to take
life belts from the racks overhead and
put them on. I linve crossed the ocean
aov^pnl tlmos nml knew T was no!" sea
sick, but when I buckled on that life
belt I had a sensation of sickness.
After we got oat into the stream all
I could think of was that there were a
million German submarines with a torpedo
on each, across the warhead of
which wr.s inscribed my name and address.
After five hours we came alongside
a pier ami dtaemBarkcd, X had at*
tallied another ona of my ambitions.
I was "somewh'ere in France." W?
alept in the open that night on the aid*
at the road. About alz the next mornI
lag we were orderad to entrain. I
laoked around- for the passenger
coachea, but all I could aee on tba aid!
log were cattle cara. Wa climbad lata
i these. On the slda of aech car waa
a algn reading "Hocamaa 40, CheraMX
j t." When we got laslda of tha oara,
vt thougtit that perhaps the algn
| palater had rararaad the order af
I things. After 4^houra In theae trucka
! we detrained at Jtouen. At this placa
i we went through an Intensive training
for ten day*.
The training consisted of the rudiments
of trench warfare. Trenches
had been dug, with barbed wire entanglements,
bombing caps, dugouts,
i observation posts and machine gun em
placements. We were given a smattering
of trench cooking, sanitation,
bomb throwing, reconnoltering, llsten|
Ing posts, constructing and repairing
| barbed wire, "carrying in" parties,
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methods used In attack and defense,
wiring parties, mass formation, and
the procedure for poison-gas attacks.
On the tenth day we again met our
friends "Hommesr 40, Cheveaux 8."
Thirty-six hours more of misery, and
we arrived at the town of F .
After unloading our rations and
equipment, we lined up^on the road in
.columns of fours waiting for the order
to march.
A dull rumbling could be heard. The
, sun was shining. I turned to the man
, on my left and asked, "What's the
! noise, Bill?" He did not know, but his
face was of* a pea-green color. Jim,
, on my right, also did not know, but
i| suggested that I "awsk" the sergeant.
Coming towards us was an old grlzlj
zled sergeant, properly fed up with
I the war, so I "awsked" him.
I "Think It's going to rain, sergeant?"
j He looked at me In contempt, and
grunted, " 'Ow's it a-goin' ter rain with
the bloomin' sun a-shlnln'?" I looked
i guilty.
"Them's the guns up the line, me
lad, and you'll get enough of 'em be'
fore you gets back- to Blighty."
My knees seemed to' wilt, and I
squeaked out a weak "Oh 1"
Then we started our march up to the
! line in ten-kilo treks. After the flr^t
day's march we arrived at our rest
billets. In France they call them rest
Diners, Decause wuue jlu iucui hmmhj
works seven days a week and on the
eighth day of the week he Is given
twenty-four hours "on his own."
Our billet was a spacious affair, a
large barn on the left side of the road,
which had one hundred entrances,
ninety-nine for shells, rats, wind and
rain, and the hundredth one for Tommy.
I was tired out, and using my
shrapnel-proof helmet (shrapnel proof
until a piece of shrapnel hits It), or
tin hat, for a pillow, lay down In the
straw, and was soon fast asleep. I
must have slept about two hours, when
I awoke with a prickling sensation all
over me. As I thought, the straw had
worked through my uniform. I woke,
up the fellow lying on ray left, who had 1
been up the line before, and asked
him :*
"Does the straw bother you, mate?
It's worked through my uniform and I;
can't sleep." I
In a sleepy voice he answered,
j "That ain't straw, them's cooties." i
From that time on my friends the
"cooties" were constantly with me. I
"Cooties," or body lice, are the bane
I of Tommy's existence.
The aristocracy of the trenches very
i seldom call them "cooties," they speak
I of them as fleas.
j; To an American flea means a small
I Insect armed with a bayonet, who is
I wont to jab it into you and then hopi
skip and jump to the next place to be
attacked. There Is an advantage in
j having fleas on you instead of "cooties"
j in that in one of his extended jumps
said flea is liable to land on .the fel!
low next to you; he has the typical
j energy and push of the American.
: while tlie "cootie" has the bulldog
tenacity of the Englishman; lie Holds
j on and consolidates or digs in until
his tncal is finished.
j There is no way to get rid of them
permanently. No matter how often
i you bathe, and that is not very often,
or how many times you change your
underwear, your friends the "cooties'
are always in evidence. The billets are
' infested with them, especially so if
j there is straw on the iloor.
1 bftrc takes a bath and put on
brand-new underwear; in fact, a complete
change of uniform, and then
turned In for the night. The next morning
my shirt would be full of them. It
Is a common sight to see eight or ten
soldiers sitting under a tree with their
shirts over their knees engaging in a
"shirt hunt"
At night about half an hour before
"ligfcts out," you can see the Tommies
grouped around a candle, trying, in its
dim light, to rid their underwear of
the T?nnln.*A popular and very quick
method is to take your shirt and drawers,
and run the seams back and forward
in the flame from a candle and
burn them out This practice is dangerous,
because you are liable to bum
holes In the garments if you are not
careful.
Recruits generally sent to Blighty
fnp A hronrt nf Insapf nnmrtop oHoot.
tlsed as "Good! for body lice." The advertisement
Is quite right; the powder
is good for "cooties;" they simply
thrive on it
The older men of otir battalion were
wiser and made- scratchers out of
wood. These were rubbed smooth with
a bit of stone or sand to prevent splinters.
They were about eighteen inches
long, and Tommy guarantees that a
scratcher of this length will reach .
any part of the body which may be attacked.
Some of the fellows were lazy
on/1 nnlr mo/la on^of/*^ni?o ftrftlvo
ciuit uuij iuauu tuui aviaivuuo brrvivv
Inches, but many a night when on,
guard, looking over the top from the
fire step of the front-line trench, they
would have given a thousand "quid"
for the otfler six inches.
Once while we were in rest billets an
Irish Hussar regiment camped in an %
open field opposite our billet After *
they had picketed and fed their horses,
a general shirt hunt took place. The
troopers ignored the call "Dinner up,"
and kept on. with their search for big
game. They, had a curious method of
procedure. They hung their shirts over
a hedge and beat them with their entrenching
tool handles.
I asked one of them why they didn't
pick them off by hand, and he answered,
"We havetft had a bath for
nine weeks or a change of clabber. K
I tried to pick the 'cooties' off my shirt,
I would be here for,duration of wjir."
After taking a close look at his shfrt, I
-agroti with him; it was alive.
The greatest shock a recruit gets
when he arrives at his battalion, in
France is to see the men engaging, in a
"cootie" hunt With an air of contempt
and disgust he avoids the company
of the older men, until a couple
of days later, in a torment of itching,
he also has to resort to a shirt hunt,
or spend many a sleepless night of
misery. During these hunts there are
lots of pertinent remarks bandied back
and forth among the explorers, such
as, "Say, Bill, JT11 swap you two little
ones for a bfg one," or, "I've got a
black one here that looks like Kaiser , <
Bill."' ^ V
One sunny dajr jn, .the front-line
trench, I saw tfiree officers sitting outside
of their dugout ("cooties" are . no
respecters of rank; I have even noticed
a suspicious uneasiness about a certain
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a major, two of them were exploring
their shirts, paying no attention to the
occasional shells which .passed overhead.
The major was writing a letter;
every now and then he would lay aside
his writing-pad, search his shirt for a
few minutes, get an Inspiration, and
then'resume writing. At last he finished
his letter and gave It to his "runner."
I was curious to see whether hv
was writing to an insect firm, so when
the runner passed me I engaged him
in conversation and got a glimpse at
the address on the envelope. It was
addressed to Miss Alice Somebody, in
London. The "runner" Informed me
that Miss Somebody was the major's
sweetheart and that he wrote to her
every day. Just imagine it, writing a
love letter during a "cootie" hunt: bt?
?uch Is the creed of the trenches.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
1
Glass of Hot Water
Before Breakfast
a Splendid Habit
Open sluices of the system each
morning and wash away the
poisonous, stagnant matter.
Those of us who.are accustomed to
feel dull and heavy when we arise;
splitting headache, stuffy from a cold,
foul tongue, nasty breath, acid
stomach, lame back, can, instead,
both look and feel as fresh as a daisy
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toxins from the body with phosphated
hot water each morning.
We should drink, before breakfast,
a glass of real hot water with a teaspoonful
of limestone. phosphate in
it to flush from the stomach,' liver,
kidneys and ten yards of bowels the
previous day's indigestible waste, sour
bile and poisonous toxins; thus cleansing,
sweetening and purifying the
entire alimentary tract before putting
more food into the stomach.
The action of limestone phosphate
and hot water on an empty stomach
is wonderfully invigorating. It cleans
out all the sour fermentations, gases,
waste and acidity and gives one a
splendid appetite for breakfast and
it is said to be but a little while until
the roses begin tr appear in the
cheeks. A quarter pound of limestone
phosphate will cost very little at the
drug store, but is sufficient to make
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ness, constipation, stomach trouble or
rheumatism a real enthusiast on the
subject of internal sanitation. Try
it and you are assured that you will
look better and feel better in ?very
way ahortly.