The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-07-26
HIS AUNTIE JULIA.
She Is Really a Wonderful Woman
 In Her Own Way.
A GREAT HAND WITH YARBS.
She Can Brew Thsm Into . Medicine That Hits the Spot Every Time and 10 Better Than . Doctors visit. How She Made Old PuIsifer Jump.


 ls Better Than Doctors visit.
 How She Made old Pulsifer Jump.
 "My Aunt Julia is really a wonder ful woman" exclaimed the low browed man, placing his feet on the managers desk. "she hasn't any diplomas from medical colleges, but when 1t comes to curing . sick man she cen give the ordinary doctor a start of ten years and beat him around . block. Aunt Julia has firm faith in yarbs"-
 "You mean herbs," interrupted the professor.
 'T don't mean anything of the kind. I mean yarbs. You go over to Aunt Julia and mention yarbs. and her eyes will brighten up and she'll ask you to sit down and eat a piece of pie, but if you began talking about herbs she'd paste you one with her rusty sauce pan and knock of a corner of your scalp. Aunt Julia is pretty touchy about some things.
 'One day old Mrs. Dool1ttle blew into the house to spend the afternoon, anu 00AI 3l1d A1RRSAC0 GO 6Ay (AdS something happened in Aprile. Mrs. Doolittle thinks she knows more than Websters unadulterated dictionary be- cause she taught school about 16O years ago, when she was . young wo- man, and she called my aunt down and said that there was no such word as Aprile.
 "You mean April. my dear.' says she.
 "T don't mean any such doggone thing says my aunt I mean Aprile. and if you don't like it, Mrs. Doolittle, you can lump 1t, and be blamed to you
 "weN, they famed away for five minutes or so. and their language be gan to make the shingles fall off the roof. and l was thinking of sending in a hurry call for the cops, when Mrs. Doolittle left the house by way of the window and jumped three fences with out touching them in her haste to get home. A lot of saucepans and other household utensils whizzed past her ears and seemed to stimulate her.
 That's the sort of woman Aunt Julia is. Now. if you want to go over and talk to her about herbs I won't interfere.
 If there's anything my aunt delights in 1t is factoring people. She hasn't a bit of use for drug store medicines. She brews her own remedies, and she doesn't think anything will help a sick person unless it tastes like the royal palace of Abyssinia. A dose of her collie medicine will make . mans insides feel as though he had swal- lowed porcupfne.
 '1 had the collie last summer, and the medicine she made for me had smoke on it. I can taste it yet Sometimes I dream that Aunt Julia is handing me a spoonful of her collie medicine, and then I always wake with a yell. She Is an old fashioned woman She gath CTS her yarbs at certain stages of the moon, and when she is brewing her and makes passes with her hands and does a lot of tricks that make your blood run cold. But her remedies hit the spot
 "Old man Pulsifer. you know. was a hopeless invalid for year. He sat in a wheeled chair, and his wife fed him with the fire shovel, and all the members of the family were kept so busy waiting on him that they hadn't time to wind the clock or prime the pump. He said he had paralysis of the worst kind, and everybody believed him. Aunt Julia went over there one day and looked at the old mans tongue and poked him in the ribs and tapped him with a tuning fork and said she could cure him up so quick it would make his head swim.
 If you can cure that man 50 he'n be of some use in the world said Mrs. Pusifer, I'n give you the silk crazy quilt my grandmother gave me when she was dying
 Aunt Julia gathered a lot of yarbs at the dark of the moon in the south east corner of a graveyard and stewed them over a slow fire, and the broth she made from them would have warp ed the armor plate of battleship. I knew by the smell of 1t that it was the real stingo, and you can't imagine how glad was that I didn't have to take it When she went over to dope old Pulsifer she insisted on my going along to help hold him down.
 'The old man didn't want to take 1t. Anybody could see that He got a smell of the stuff when Aunt Julia took the cork from the bottle, and a pale green sweat broke out on his brow. But seized him by the top of his head and pulled his mouth open, and my aunt poured down about forty kilometers of her redhot dope, and when it had sizzled into his stomach he let out one warwhoop and streaked out of doors like professional Mara thon runner. When we found him a couple of hours later he was standing in the creek, which was full of ice wa ter, trying to get his vitals cooled of.
 "I defy any regular practitioner to make a quicker cure than that"-Wait Mason in Chicago News.
 
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