The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-11-01

the orbit of the ordinary human being.
Here is this man of superhuman work
ing power, splendid physique and per-
feet health, living in absolute violation
of every known law OF hygiene; ire
quently working 60 hours on q stretcn
and then after five or six hours sleep
rising fresh as a daisy. ready to go at
it again with renewed viSor- Indeed
he says that sleeping is just like drink
ing-the more you have the more you
Want-and that seven or eight hours
out of the "a is only another form OF
intemperance; and as for his diet, LEI
the enemies of pie give ear
You should have seen Edison at
very swell dinner that l attempted TO
give him in London said Colonel
Goureaud. 1T was to be one of our
famous fish dinners. and l had ordered
every rare and delicate morsel on the
menu. / noticed, however, that he did
not seem to be eating anything.
What is the matter, Edison?' said
I. What are you waiting for"
" Pi-e' was the laconic answer;
and if you will believe it, that man
passed by every delicacy that l had
ordered and filed up at the end on
such pastry as I could command
But 1 never saw such a place as
London, anyway, to get anything to
eat in said Edison. Il could hardly
work there. 1 can't think without
pastry. They gave me bacon and fish
for breakfast, ham and eggs for lunch
and roast beef for dinner. Why, l got
so [ couldn't work at all. My brain
was all roast beefy. l hadn't any
ideas. Then I began going about Lon
don in search of pie, and a good tramp
it gave me, too. After awhile, in some
out-of-the-way place, 1 found a bake
shop where they had pie and tarts.
Such tarts. It was just Elysium.
with an angelic smile) just tucked
in those tarts. and then took big bag
of them home with me to eat in my
room. My brain grew clear, my ideas
came back, and 1 made a big success
of what 1 was doing, didn't 1, Gour-
eaud? And all owing to pie
IN A LONDON CELLAR.
When Edison first came to London,
said Colonel Goureaud, the only place
he could find where he could carry on
his work satisfactorily was in an old
soap boiler factory, way down in the
slums. Night and day, day and night,
he worked there, as is his custom, and
l used to go down and stay with him
and
Yes, and you should have seen him, >
chimed in Edison. He would come
down from his swell uptown clubs in
Immaculate linen and top hat, and
there he would sit in the cold and damp
and filth often becoming drowsy end
chilled to the marrow. One morning
about o'clock he concluded that flesh
and blood could stand it no longer, and
wanted to know if there wasn't some
decent place nearby where he could
get something to eat 1 politely invited
him to go around with me to a little
alehouse in the vicinity where l oc-
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was pretty bad, and the coffee was
made out of burned bread or some
thing worse. and as for the bread,
don't know what that was made of,
and cockroacheS were running wild
over everything. But / tell you at that
time in the morning and in the condi-
ton we were in, it tasted good, first
rate; but that man there wouldn' [
taste a mOrSel.
And the worst of it was interrupt
ed Goureaud, Edison kept up an end
less chatting, smackinS his lips over the
stuff, and absolutely drank two cups
OF coffee and ate two or three pounds
of that bread, vowing all the time that
it was first-class."
81 tell YOU" said Edison, everything
depends upon your conditions. What
difference does it make what you eat
so long as it digests?"
Even to cockroaches %
Even to cockroaches. 1 haven't a
doubt but that I ate some: but they
will digest all right. When a man is
absorbed in his work, the only. point of
eating is digestion. Everything tell
you acknowledgements upon conditions.
Now, l wouldn't eat cOckroaches at the
Waldorf but down at my soap boiler
factory it was quite another matter.
And 1 succeeded, too. My experiment
was a fine success, wasn't it, Gour-
eaud?" DELLA DAVIS.
Three Timely Recipes.
Rack of Mutton.-The part of a