The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1904-09-16
BACK AGAIN TO GRASS DIET.
Potato SALAD CAUSED FALL OF
RROOKLYN NEBUCHADNEZZAR.

Gets q Dellcatessen jag After Weeks OF
Devotion to Santos Cure for Indiges.
tion-Temptation and Onions Too
strong for Him-Once More the Cud.
Senior Santos, the Cuban grass eater OF
Brooklyn, who follows Nebuchadnezzar for
his stomachs sake, has a disciple. True,
the disciple has backslid, but he is in the
fold again now.
The grass eating fad is under way. To
the ashpile with physic. For indigestion,
sour stomach and dyspepsia, eat one peck OF
Sunset Park blue grass and know the Joys
OF health.
Frank B. Taylor who runs a delicatessen
store in Fifth avenue, near Fifty-frst street,
Brooklyn, is the first to follow Sehor Santos.
He says that it cured him, and will cure
others Mr.. Taylor, who Is Maine Yankee
and along in years, has been troubled by
severe indigestion, complicated by gas on
the stomach. He tried everything for 1t.
evan doctors, he says. The doctors gave
him up. And then came the discovery that
santos, who lives two blocks away, had
been cured by native blue grass. Mr..
Taylor emptied a salad bowl, went to the
park and gathered peck Of grass tops.
He cut out his regular food and chewed
grass all day long. All about him were
tempting potato salads and smearkase
and ripe frankfurters and Virginia hams.
They tempted him not he closed his
nostrils.
The second day of his new dietary re-
CINE Mr.. Taylor began to feel better.
There was no more gas on his stomach
and he really had an appetite for grass or
anything elss. He persevered, therefore.
His daughter, Miss Mile, who helps about
the store, tried grass diet. She found
the Sunset Park heritage sweet and
pleasant. There was really no need Of her
taking up an exclusive grass diet, but she
used to share her fathers meals now and
then just to keep him in the narrow path.
A week passed. Mr.. Taylor felt as strong
AS an elephant-too strong, for the tempt
ing desire of the flesh came upon him. 1t
took all his New England conscience and
Maine backbone to resist the slices Of West
phala ham and bologna which he set out
daily in the showcase. When the desire
came upon him he used to set his teeth,
retire behind the showcase and read House.
hold Gems of Thought to divert his mind
and strengthen his will. And 80, fortified
by the work of the sages, he lasted through
another weary week and got better and
On the fourteenth day Of Mr.. Taylor's
new life his daughter was out and he alone
in the shop-and the potato salad gave out.
He'd been letting his daughter mix the salad,
wholly from his path. But that salad had
to be mixed.
Anyhow" unused Mr.. Taylor, 1T won't
do any harm to smell the stuff. Kind of
victuals is healthy sign. Won't taste
the stuff just smell it.. That, as his
tutor would have told Rollo. was the first
fatal step.
nice, creamy, firm potatoes they were
1t gave him pleasuraole sensation just
to cut into them.
Does beat all how his old stomach keeps
a-grippin a man. said Mr.. Taylor. But
onions and parsley and they certainly
smelled good. He mixed the. salad Dress
ing. Its creamy flow brought memories
days before dyspepsia and gas killed his
Good sign that want something to eat
said Mr. Taylor Gosh all o hsml9S6, thai
Be f eon to q quit IT, is sG fertifyins lis
mind thus. he dumped the pot into
salad bowl, poured out the rich, creamy.
tempting dressing, and mixed it up. He
looked o at !, long time s.,d .w .ot TINT
dressin.' just right. How am / goin' to
OF course, how can you tell? One little
taste will do no harm, whispered the voice
Of the tempter. And then, with mad.
despairing sigh, the disciple OF Santos and
pure living fell.
When Miss Taylor came back to the shop
she shrieked at the awful sight that she
beheld. There was her father sitting on
the floor. Beside him ere smeared and
empty salad bowl, the skins of three bolog-
mas, the crumbs Of two loaves Of bread
and an empty jam jar. With a look ofjoy
gone mad, he was sinking his teeth into
the pink and fragrant heel of Westphalia
ham.
Il was tempted and fell" said Mr. Tay-
Tor as ne reached for a plate OF smeerkase.
This eating jag should have killed Mr.
Taylor, but 1t didn't seem to affect him at
all. No gas developed and he continued
as strong as an elephant. He ate as in the
old days In Maine. Two weeks OF the great
Santos cure seemed to have restored his
digestion when doctors had failed.
Last Tuesday, however, it all came back.
He had very sick night and all the deli
catessen in the store couldn't tempt him.
So Mr.. TAYLOR returned to the straight and
narrow path. Ee took the little grass bowl,
went forth to Sunset Park and came back
chewing the cud Of simplicity.
Beats all how strong the old Adam Is,
said Mr.. TAYLOR, "but learned my lesson.
When get kind of sick OF Sunset Park grass
I'm going to try some good old Maine white
clover. White clover used to taste good
when was boy.
But guess I'll let some one else mix
potato salad, concluded Mr.. TAYLOR. "The
tempter gets too pow erful sometimes.