The Washington herald., 1907-09-08


weeks ago. suffering from insomnia, loss
Of appetite, and nervousness. His physi-
clan, Dr. German Bacon. had warned him
that only a complete change could avert
nervous prostration-
a patient who finished his sojoura at
Muldoon's to-day told in detail Of, TIE IL
cidents of Air. Roots last days al the
hygienic institute. and OF the Characters
ties Of the proprietor. and stories that
show his autocratic handling Of his pa
irons
Earns 1luldoOn's Praise.
Besides restored health, this patient
said Mr. Root takes with him the com
mendation of Muldoon for soldIerly neat
ness in keeping his room and clothes in
order. Maj. Maude. late Of the commits
sary department Of tie British army
another Of Muldoons CLIENTS, also won
commentator. But Paul NJ Potter, the
Playwright was caught with fruit. cigar-
cites, and peanut brittle In his bureau
drawer when MulGoon and his drill
sergeant, Dick Jared. made a search for
contraband and was publicly denomi-
mated a piEhead by Mam'zelle. Multoon's
mess sergeant
Because Of orderly habits and disci-
pinned lie, Mr. Root fitted nicely into his
particular groove at Muldoon's. ana s3arD
reprlmanGs and sarcastic comments were
not addressed 10 him. But he witnessed
the discontinue Of d dozen other patients
every day.
StrenuOas Day Begins.
Tie patient who left Muldoon's to-day
thus described the routine Of yesterday:
AT o'clock Drill Sergeant Dick Jared
pounded on the doors OF tho sIeeping
rooms as fast as he could run down one
side Of the corridor and up the other. Mr..
Root d veteran OF three weeks. lost no
time in scrambHng into gymnasium slip
pers and bathrObe. a newcomer. who
wanted to turn over for another doze.
had personal calls from Sergeant Dick.
with this torrent.
Here, git into these slippers. Don't
lose d minute Don't talk back. Comb
your hair? Comb nothing. Git into this
bathrObe. Didn't you ever move before
IN your life? Now hustle into line and
into the bathhouse Find your gym
tights and sweater and put EN- on. Clean
your teeth, you say? Throw down that
brush and c'long
IN the bathh0use AIuIdoon. six feet
two, in white bathrObe, gray mustache.
and imperial. critically eyed his guests.
Mr.. Root slipped of his bathrobe. thrust
his legs into gym tights, stepped briskly
into slippers and got into a sweater fast
enough 10 escape any comments from
Muldoon's repiete vocabulary.
Keeps Secretary Busy.
From the bathhouse the patients nled
/ into the gymnasium and paired of. ana
the heavy exercise ball was passed for
twenty minutes between each eoupla.
/ AIuldoon took Mr.. Root, and sent him an
/ overhead throw with both hands. a right
arm throw al shoulder height, and kept
firing the ball at him in various ways
so as TO compel the Secretary of State
TO assume all sorts Of postures in catch
I ing it. This brought out the perspiration
on Mr. Root, as he had to jump 10 catch
the ball. scramble after il when he miss
ed, as ne did several times, and endure
the grieyous and disappointed comments
of Muldoon-
"The medicine ball. a lighter sphere.
/ followed the exercise ball. after an in
/ terval of rest that must have reminded
/ the Secretary of a constructive recess.
/ To watch and catch q single medicine
I ball on every throw is difficult enough
/ to be discOuraging. Perhaps it is to add
| to the modification OF the patient that
( Muldoon insists upon playing with two
and three balls
Hard Blows Not Spared.
when the patient fails to catch and
return a ball promptly enough one or
both Of the other balls hits him with
force enough TO upset his equilibrium.
Between jumping TO catch balls, scramb-
ling after missed balls. and returning
balls, Mr.. Roof perspired until he hadn't
a dry shred on him. but as a veteran OF
three weeks, he came out Of the ordeal
we'll He had been doing this sort of
/ thing every morning between 6 and
o'clock for three weeks before getting a
bite of breakfast or a moGthful Of
coffee.
After forty minutes in the gym the
cohort file into the bathroom, enveloped
in bathrobes, with tie hoods pulled over
their heads and drawn tight under their
/ chins. Gu the table were glasses of water.
| and a newcomer. fancying the delight OF
a cold draught, amused Mr.. Root by his
| exclamation when he found it was hot
water, with not a drop Of lemon or other
Aavoring to make it acceptable to unac-
| customed palates.
Have Hot Water Test,
Already dripping with perspiration,
! n,ufiied TO the eyes in blanket robes, the
breakfastless ones sat about and drank
hot water Sergt. Dick poured at this un-
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