The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1907-06-22
"A Cure for Dyspepsia
BY M. janet Hay

Copyright. by J
'Mr. Fletcher's experiments with
food have proved these things fol
him:
II. He can live on one-third the
amount of food usually eaten and be
healthy and vigorous.
q. Only Eve hours sleep are neces
sary.
IS. When food is thoroughly chew
Cd the waste Of digestion Is reduced
nine-tenths.
Il. Appetite indicates the needs Of
the body and wants simple food.
30. Since an important part Of d.
gestion Is done In the mouth, thor
ough chewing 10 necessary"
Mrs. Armstrong read these conclud-
Ing paragraphs and laid down the
magazine with a sigh. The article
Perfect feeding of the Human Body"
was the most sensible and convinc-
ing she had seen In long time on
that particular topic. And she was
q diligent reader, especially Of all
progressive literature likely to come
under her husbands eye; for she de-
sired sincerely to be a helpmate by
entering into all his interests.
Here was one, however, she dared
not breach to him; she could only
hope that he would see the article
and read 1t, but she feared not. He
was growing irritable and morose-
unlike his original self; and the
cause she knew full well, was the
same which had brought and was
bringing trouble into SO many Amer
lean homes-dyspepsia!
AS she sat thinking, the children
bounced in from school.
"Oh, mother" cried Bob. I'm hum
cry as a bear!"
Mother" announced Fred, we've
organized a club to rescue and pro-
tect homeless cats and dogs-a sort
Of an annex to the 8. p. G. A., you
know"
What club-ridden world" thought
Mrs. Armstrong; "even the children
must be organized" Then an idea &C.
CURED to her. Why not turn the
propensity to account? She was too
wise wife and mother to attempt to
introduce reform into the house
hold without sugar-coating 1t well:
here was the coating at hand-why
not use It?
well, chicks, what do you say to
getting up home club, too?" she said
aloud.
"Oh. do! dol" shrieked the chorus.
Let me be president!-no, me!-no,
mel"
II think Bob should be the first
president, because he's Oldest"
Then I'll be secretary, and write
out the constitution and bylaws" de-
clared Elsie, Importantly.
"And can we ask others to join and
have badge, and motto, and all?"
inquired Fred, anxiously.
IF you make success of It; but I
think you had better try first with
those at home, and see how 1t works"
"Will you and father join?"
Il Will; and you may ask your IA
there after we have drawn up our res
olutions. Get your pencil and paper,
Elsie. They should read something
like this:
1--WE. the members of the Common
sense Eating club, do hereby pledge our
selves to chew well every mouthful of
food before swallowing it-not bolt II as
we used to do; also, to hold in our
mouths moment each drink Of liquid
before swallowing it-not gulp II down as
we used to do; and also, to eat not more
than we honestly want
We hereby agree to pay one cent fine
Into our club fund each time we forget
to do this-the fund to be used to pro-
vide dinner once year for poor chill
dren, or for starving animals, whichever
the club may determine.
Each member shall pay Ave cents ini-
tiation fee.
Meetings will be held weekly at Mr..
Armstrong; house. Refreshments will be
bread and milk. to be eaten according to
above rules"
What funny club" giggled Elsie,
as her pencil recorded the last word.
What motto shall we have?" asked
Fred.
II think Little by Little would be
good one; don't your"
Eyes, mother-and what trade
mark?"
Mrs. Armstrong. How would boy
sitting on pig do?-he is keeping
the pig in him under, you see."
Splendid" And Fred, who could
draw quite cleverly. made sketch OF
the suggested figure, at which they all
laughed heartily.
Lets each be an animal in the
club" proposed Bob.
Very well. You should be the
bear, then - always hungry" said
mother.
"And Elsie the cat. cause she likes
milk" said Fred.
Then you're the fish. for you drink
so much water" retorted the Cat.
And mother, what will you be?'
asked the Fish.
Mother will be the duck, Of
course" cried Bob; shes so nice
and tender." giving her bears hug.
"I think va aho1,Id cal1 ~ tho Cov,,