Williston graphic., 1919-01-02
BLESS THE RUMMACE BAG

BLESS THE RUMMAGE BAG
For years, ever since We started
housekeeping, our attic has each ssa.
son been adding 70 its pile Of fat old
bags, gathered at the neck with .
draw string and puned out with Ill
sorts Of odds and ends.
Except when We sought . gun rag,
or maybe . bit Of flannel for the sore
chest, these bags have repossd IN
peace.
But now We ars dslving into those
big bags and finding them real treas
ure troves.
when autumn hit our B. v. d. pro-
tected spine We sought out our win.
ter underwear and discovered It
somewhat shabby. We decided that
we needed three new suits, anyway,
Of all wool.
Then We visited the busy marts Of
trade and discovered that we needed
no such thing.
All wool underwear this season 10
only for those favored sons Of for
tune who have theirs left to them
in great gobs. Ten dollars . suit;
and not much Of suit at that.
So those shabby suits Of ours, plus
the ever:to-be-lauded rag bag frag-
ments. and the good wife's needle and
craftsmanship, viii serve nicely.
Also, with a few bats Of cotton,
the bags provided the added winters
bedding.
And new hat for mother.
And a coat for little brother
And a lot of things that are all
wool, and warm, and look all right
to the masculine eye.
Blessed be the rummage bag, tho
what the Salvation Army will do for
raw material stumps US.
NO EXPERT CHAUFFEUR FOR
THIS MACHINE
Nobody knows very much about
the human body.
Any doctor, old enough to have had
the bloom taken off his college omni-
potence, will tell you that.
In surgery we have progressed
miles; in dentistry we have gone fur
longs, but in materia medica and
diagnosis and "sich" we have gone
by inches, and many times have
blundered ahead for ten years to
wake up and 60 back to where we
started from.
We know a man who is "a years
young.
He works on a farm from dawn
to dark.
He can swing ten-pound sledge;
can cut cord wood with the average
woodsman; follow a 14-inch piow all
day; generally do the work of an
average husky farmer.
H. ~o,vo. hn. n oo1I md hn no~
work all day with wet feet and never
even sneeze.
For years he has each night before
going to bed performed mystic rites
that he calls "pounding."
He whales himself from toe to
chest with length Of rubber hose
stuffed with sand. He pounds the
veins and rubs the arteries and
whacks the tendons and muscles and
that is all the medical attention his
body has required in five years.
He says this pounding chases the
sluggish blood through the body.
That this ra cling blood brings life
giving. oxygen to every inner atom.
That it keeps the arteries pliable
and workable.
And that generally all the world
needs to enable it to live and work
until it is hundred is bit Of rub
Der hose and perseverance,.
Maybe so; anyhow it works on him
and five years ago he had chronic
case of sciatica that tied him in knots
whenever he over-heated, or suffered
the least exposure.
Nobody knows much about the hu-
man machine.
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ONE WOULDN'T BELIEVE THIS
Probably you know that you cannot
tell how loud a bull frog can sing
by the length Of his hind legs, but do
you understand that the amount Of
milk cow can give is determined by
the 'en~+h Of her tail?
Probably you did not. .. ,
Personally we can see no esoteric
or material reason why the cubitical
content Of the bone in a cows tail
should have aught to do with her