The Press., 1919-12-04
Jupiter Was Plain Fat.

most opprobrous to Mir. Perkins. "I would never marry Chester if Jupiter were the only other man on earth"
 And Jupiter continued to sigh for a wife and perspire for thinness. As witness him this torrid July high noon laboriously and painfully puffing his way up the steep steps to the second story offices of the much heralded Doctor Foster, a specialist, according to the gilded letters upon the door he opened, following the attendants even-tOned Come in."
 ''TEe doctor is occupied" the white aproned figure continued. 'Wil1 you please be seated a few moments?"
 Jupiter Perkins lowered his bulk to Experiences had taught him to be- ware of deep-seated, soft-cushioned, heavily upholstered seats of comfort if he wished to arise without assist ance. He mopped his brow, corrugat- ed with tiny rivulets of sweat at every wrinkle, as he recalled with a shud der that memorable occasion be re- maned in the theater overnight, alone ill the dark, held fast by the sides of the chair from which the following morning it took the hefty jan;tor to eXtricate him.
 The memory was too poignant, and raising his heavy-lidded' eyes that his mind might be distracted from it's present disquieting "reminiscences, he watched the physicians attendant.
 "Homely," mentally summarized Ju- piter, as he gazed at her face, but looking upon her figure, "delicately thin"
 And MT. Perkins, brief description while not complimentary, was unfor- tunately true. For this female crea- ture had all the factors not custom arily associated with that lady to whom Paris threw the fateful apple. Her hair was sparse, tied. tightly in an indigent Psyche knot. Her eyes were small, slightly crossed, with lashes and brows not strongly in evil dence.
 High cheek bones, with little color ing, lent sepulchral atmosphere about her person, and to top, or rather end, everything, she boasted flat feet. "But," as MT. Perkins could not help repeating, "she's deliciously thin" That is why Doctor Foster-specialist employed her.
 She created in the minds of his clientele confidence in his ability. He was himself of spare form. and it would seem, judging from his growing bank account for physician new to the community, that his psychology was not amiss. For Doctor Foster was a specialist, in reducing.
 His verdict was brief Diet and exercise, Mir. Perkins, Is the only thing" ,~
 'Diet," re-echoed Mir. Perkins, ''how can I diet at the Carlton hotel, and how can I exercise when I'm at the store al day?" r<'.@ .@> B.
 "The exercise" responded Doctor Foster, "you will have to arrange yourself. The diet, perhaps Miss Thorne," he paused indicatin. h:s as- sistant who had just re-entered the room, "can attend to- ..,..-
 The patient arose with effort to ac- knowledge the introduction. '"Thank you, doctor, if it is agreeable to Miss Thorne, Iswould be. glad to have some one watch out for me- .. -~
 Jupiter Perkins raised his thick brows, Doctor Foster smiled and Miss Thorne giggled.
 And so Mir. Perkins commenced to diet at the home of the slender at tendant. Gone from his table were thick cream, luscious steaks rich but ter and sweet sugar. But. strangely, despite most exacting menu, the subject continued to. gain roll upon roll of flesh. Doctor Foster was puz- zled.
 You're not eating forbidden food on the sly, MT. Perkins7" asked the nhVsician.