The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1876-01-13
A Bad Cold.

of sympathy.
All right-minded Christians will feel
for him, no matter how ridiculous his
swelled and shiny nose may look, and
without regard to the fact that his voice
is as inaudible and maudlin as that of a
regular-b bred whisky-bibber.
Nobody with the least portion Of the
milk of human kindness in his breast
would laugh at his watery eyes or make
unkind remarks when he blew his nose.
Everybody is liable to a " bad cold"
The rich man as well as the poor man
has TO succumb TO its baleful influence;
and not all the money of the proudest
millionaire in the land can purchase him
exemption from it. And if it is any sat
isfaction TO the hod-carrier or rag -picker
to know that the ROthschilds and Queen
Victoria have noses just as red and stuffed
up when they have colds as their brethren
lower down in the scale of wealth and
power, then they can have that satisfac-
ton.
A cold in the head generally begins in
sneezing.
You think if you could only sneeze you
should be relieved from that uneasy tick
ling in the nose and hat heavy feeling in
the head.
You go to the window and you look at
the sun, and you squint your eyes, and
hold your breath, and then the coveted
sneeze comes-first one, then two, and
then half a dozen in rapid succession.
Then our handkerchief comes into
play, and for about five minutes you feel
better. You retire to the tireside and put
on more wood, or coal, and wonder what
does make it so cold this time of year.
By and by there is a tight feeling
about your throat and head every tooth
in your jaws seems to have started out a
little and it appears to you that it would
be a positive relief to take a mallet and
drive them back into their places again.
There is a sensation down your back as
if a u with very cold feet was chas-
ing another mouse with still colder feet
just on the line of your spinal column,
and a good fire is the only thing on earth
you especially care for.
Food you do not want and herb tea is
always the next thing to total despair and
misery. Handkerchiefs are in demand,
and a half-dozen a day is a very moderate
allowance. Blow, blow, is the order of
the day, to say nothing of the order OF the
night.
You feel cross all over. You wish folks
wouldn't look at you.
You are drowsy and you want your feet
on the fender and a blanket over your
shoulders. Your teeth start out a little
further. Your eyes are so weak you can
hardly hold them open. Your head feels
as if a ten-horse power s~team-engine had
been established therein and was in opcr-
alton with all the steam on. Every hair
on your Uranium is sore-that Is if you do
not wear a wig. Your limbs ache and
that old rheumatic twinge in your joints
grows painfully troublesome.
You huddle up in your chair, and snuff
hartshorn, and burn vinegar on a hot
shovel, and battle your sore throat in
alcohol.
If you happen to be married, and have
no regard for the feelings and the atfcc-
tions of those around you, you descend to
the degradation Of eating onions stewed
in sugar or molasses, with poultices
OF the anne aromatic vegetable on your
chest.
All your friends laugh at you and your
woful air, and tell you not TO make such
a dreadful fuss about a little cold!
They tell you it's the fashion to have a
cold; and then they quote that abominably
trite saying, which seems to work in on
every occasion: Zone might as well be
out of the world as out of fashion" and
then they hasten to tell you about their
colds, and the colds of their children and
their neighbors-and so on-ah, you
know just how it is. And before they get
ready to stop you feel as if you could
strangle the whole lot of them without a
throb of conjunction.
That night you take a sweat, and wake
up in the morning as limp and spiritless
as a muslin dress in a thunder-shower.
and with a feeling of Don't care whether
school keeps or not all over you.-
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