The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1915-03-07

was something that looked like a
prairi, wolf keeping score. That's
the last ! remember. / think / must
iave rolled e in bed and started
another set Of wheels"
"Merciful Providence" gasred the
dentist. 'All that from one cocktail?"
Il had other things, hut it was the
cocktail-one German cocktail-that
made all the trouble. That's Why |
call II the drink cure, The man VIII,
tackles one OF those every night will
either stop or else they'll carry him
away with a floral monkey on top Of
the casket."
The cocktail is an enemy to normal
civilization said Doc. leaning back n
his chair and assuming the ann OF
a lecturer in a college of law. 1t is a
conNiv.al little devil. prompting us 10
take what We do not need.
Half the people nowadays are not
satisfied with simple and plain food
\ mar has to hit his stomach with 4
fiery cocktail before ne can eat a bite.
Then he sits down and begins putting
mustard. horseradish, chilli sauce. pep
per and other stun on his meat be
fore it has the right sting. Is it any
wonder that he gets his system into
such a condition that an oyster
cracker has no more taste than a
paper wad? Why, you'll see a man
put a drop OF tabasco sauce on eaca
cracker so that he will know the
cracker is there. The tabasco sauce
helps him to locate it,
That's no lie," said the lush. for he
was addicted to the habit Of eating
loaded crackers.
my old home in PENNSYLVANIA was
three miles from the schoolhouse."
said Doc. II used to walk it every
morning and carry my books and "A lit
tie basket Of lunch. Sometimes it
would be colder than Greenland's icy
mountains, but I'd put on my warn
mlttens n wrap my comforter
around my head and go the whole
three miles on a dog trot-yes, sir.
by the time we got our noon recess
! was ready to eat everything in thai
basket, even II ii We're cold bread and
butter and doughnuts, Then when
school was over you'd see me trampine
down that long lane, kicking up the
snow-perfectly contented, YOU know
] didn't need any cable cars to haul
me around.
ia get home about dusk and hurry
out to help with the chores. We'dsave
To feed the stock and put down some
hay n milk the cows, and then I'd
get in my wood. Before ia get
through 1t would be dark. I'd come
into the house and there would be my
mother in the kitchen, standing in
front of our old cast iron stove, her
sleeves rolled up, stirring a pot of
mush. shed always order me out of
the kitchen, but I'd stay Just the same.
A hungry boy always Nkes to see the
supper cooked"
That's So" said the dentist with a
sigh.
well. sir, that mush would hoil and
sputter so that mother would have to
stand off at arms length when she
stirred IL, n how hat old stove would
roar and get red in the face, Wouldn't
have any light in the room EXCEPT one
candle and what came through the
cracks in the stove. ! Gan remember
Just as we'll how she used to swing
that pot off the stove and pour the hot
mush into "A big-I don't know what
you call it-a deep dish with blue
stripes around II. Then while the mush
was cooling she'd get Il pitcher of milk
and II was milk too"
I'm bet it was" said the lightning
dentist warmly.
Gentlemen, ] have eaten famous
dinners in my day. I've eaten dinners