Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1899-02-11

tie and mild-mannered as my very
gentle mother could wish, and my at
titude toward people changed. too. l
didn't feel like disturbing everybody
and stirring up people wherever |
went. and hurting people just to see
them sQuirm. Now l feel perfectly
amiahle toward everybody and every
thing except Spain. I'd like to help
crush Spain, of course.
But TO get back to the prunc cure.
In a month | began to get plump. my
complexion cleared up, my eyes grew
bright. my mind clear and. best of all.
didn't have a nerve left in my body.
Now | can stand any amount of hard
work. annoyance, worry. without go
ing to pieces. | don't see what any one
wants to join Il Don't Worry Circle for,
when prunes cost only cents "A pound.
1t requires much less mental and ply
steal exertion to eat prunes than it
does to attend club meetings. and I
for one am sure that the prune cure
beats the Don't Worry Circle at their
own object.
"Oh by the way she ratified along
checrfully. 4 shall tell you another
thing about the prune. 1t can cnange
the most throat-splitting whiskey
INTO the most delicious beverage imag
say My brother had some men drop
in to see him one night. and he came
out into the dining room and said:
What have you got for the fellows
to drink? Is there anV beer?'
b." Not a drop said l. There's moth
ing here except that bottle of whiskey
got at the grocer's, which you said
Spanish soldier Then something pop
ped into my head and said: Never
,mnd. You go back with your friends
and I'll soon bring in something.
He did, and as soon as he was out
of sight / got out that bottle of mean
whiskey and a bottle of thick prune
syrup that ] eat on griddle cakes. l
poured some of the whiskey in a glass
and an equal quantity of prune juice
and made a rickey. 1t was simply deli
cious. My experiment was a success
and so made them for the crowd. and
l wish you could have heard those men.
of his head. and his friends said it was
a shame to use such delicious whiSkey
in rickeys. l asked if they would like
little straight and told them that I
happened to have little of a rare
brand and. as it was Decoration Day.
would treat. What do you think ! did?
Slipped out and filled some liquor Glas-
SEES with n mixture of that badiwhiskey
and thick prune juice. and | wish you
could have heard those men. They
said it was the finest whiskey they'd
ever tasted. that it ran down like oil,
and was so penetrating. My brother
looked uneasy until he saw they were
i'm dead earnest and smacking their
chops for more. After the last man
had gone he pokcd his head in my door
and said in the most puzzled way.
=" What in the devil
Good night, dearest l answered.
We have a lot of that brand left II
was nothing but that bad whiskey
mixed with prunc syrup, but you your
self admitted that my treat had the
flavor Of great age. SO run along and
let me go to sleep
:" by Jove. she's u star. heard him
say as he closed my door. And then
he let fly some pyrotechnical language
that made me wonder il Schley really
would lombard Santiago's defences
soon or not.
Il tell YOU the prune is a great moral
agent. 1t drives away fits of deprcs-
sion. makes one sweet tempered and
kindly disposed, and helps nervous
person to get hold of herself. to re-
gain Il normal equilibrium. If you
don't believe it. try it. You already see
what wonders it has worked in me-"
Il do answered the tall girl, en-
phaticaly. land YOU owe much to the
prune: much more, ] fear. than you
do to Your early Sunday school teach
ers. | remember myself now that as
very small girl. when ! became thor
oughly unmanaseabie. my mother used
to give me three pIines, which never
failed to bring me to my senses, as she
expressed it. by the way, I take YOUR
telling me of the moral effect of
prunes as personal favor. Why?
That's why flashing an engagement
ring in front of the short girls eyes.
land let me tell you one thing. When
l set up housekeeping I'm going to see
that the head of the house gets prunes
a-plenty,' and off they both went.
leaving the nervous woman on their
right sitting with eyes and mouth
both wide open as she watched them
disappear