Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-02-01
LINING FOR THE STOMACH.
A Little Lecture to Those Who Crave and
Eat Rich Things.
From the Boston Globe.

From the Boston Globe
All! you live for your stomach do you? GER
tainly pity the person who lives for no loftier
purpose than eating and drinking. Upon
second thought you conclude that your confess
sion should have been taken with grain of al
lowance. There does creep over you now and
then conviction that you live for something
besides your stomach's sake. Very good. You
are on the road to happiness. knew a man
once who often amused his hearers by putting
some queer phrases into his prayers. He
would pray that the nerve tissues of his
stomach might be made more enduring, his
taste more keenly enjoyable, and that his appe-
tite might be tempted with the fat of the land,
in order that he (the earthly fellow might live
many, many more years and take comfort as he
went along. That man was eternally having
cold sores upon his lips, and if the govt has not
overtaken him by this time l have lost my
guess. Why cold sores and govt? you ask
Right, my fellow sufferer, ask all the ques-
tons you care to. Why do you so often get all
stuffed up with ''cold,' SO called about
which you go prancing over the neighborhood
asking everybody if, in the name of common
sense, they can tell you how or where you
caught it?'' You got it by eating. Hard thing
to believe, isn't it? Rich food fats and highly
seasoned viands have done the business for
you. The body is queer machine. 1t gets
clogged, and when it can hold out no longer it
revolts. The brief warfare which follows the
wheeling, the aching bones and running nos
trlls are simply evidences of natures efforts to
recover her equilibrium. Then how vain of
you to dose yourself with drugs, instead of
giving the Great Healer time to cure you!
This is my theory: The system needs certain
nourishments and requires them regularly
Uncautiously you have given it too much. Here
slips III curious trick of nature. A morbid
craving for food little richer seizes you-a
sort of dull longing for something you know
not what. Natures mission is to try you and
see what kind of metal you are made Of Now
follow me closely. That longing comes straight
from your carnal soul though you have digni-
fled it with the name of hunger 1t is nothing
more than an undue excitement of the nerves
OF the stomach. To the cookbook you tiy and
con II over to find something tempting. Mer, ly
wholesome foods have failed to I'LL the bill
But my friend. had you the correct under
standing you would pass that craving by AID
wait
Nature is as ready to join with you in little
selI-dIsclplne as she was to put tine obstacle in
your way. A slight tiff of self-deniai will do
wonders sometimes. Seif-denial? Certainly;
WHY noD You shout with vehe .nence that vir-
tues OF that order have long since become
unpopular from dsuse. What brazen i'm oo-
sltion would be a table without enough dainties
to match the silver and china. So, IF you
please. Mrs. Blank. would like you to have
prepared a little brandy sauce for the pudding
to-day. l abomlnate food without something
in 1t to tempt a fellows palate" So off tiles
the cook at your peremptory bidding, lest she
may have done something TO forfeit her posi-
ton. and sends you up-realiy she puts before
you a dish which the daintest epicure can dote
upon. Such. you say, is life. 1t is not life; it
Is death. There, you have dropped your knife
and fork in dismay that should say thing 80
terrible. These are facts, my friends.