The Monmouth inquirer. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1865-1933, 1923-08-02
A CURE FOR |
|WHOOPINGCOUGH|
. BY GEORGE M. A. CAIN
Copyright by the Frank A. Mun-a
sey Co.
Whooping cough can be curedI
BY GEORGE NJ. A. CAIN

also the phLi6ut
1T is a coal mine One coal mine is
enough for dose.
No; you do not give 1t to the suffer
ing infant internally; quite the con
trary. You take the little patient into
the coal mine and let it breathe. In
TACT it is not necessary to even do this
last. The child will breathe without
letting.
If the patient Is an adult the cure Is
yet simpler; for then you don't have
even to take the infant along at all.
So far as is known, 1t was the Slav-
ish mamas who discovered this won.
derful natures cure. For testimonials.
rlease see the Slavish mamas.
But, as to~whether an iron mine can
be given instead of a coal mine. we
take the liberty of referring the read
er to Mr.. Hugh J. Finnegan, superin-
tendent of the Sunshine Iron Mine, in
Pocahannock, New Jersey. Please
note-we take the liberty. not the res
possibility.
Mr.. Finnegan has the advantage ovs
er the Slavish mamaa In his ability 70
talk In English. We venture to assert
that a professor OF English could
learn things by merely whispering
swhooping cough" to Mr.. Finnegan.
You see, Finnegan was graduated
from college just recently, and this
Pocahannock mine Is his first real job.
Naturally he takes 1t seriously--or did
before he tried out the whooping
cough cure.
Finnegan started on the 18th Of
April, this current year. A glance at
a calendar will show you that this had
given him six whole days In which to
give everybody indications that he
was the new superintendent and was
going to fill the, position right up and
run it over if necessary. Even those
six days did not satisfy him.
He had to go around on Sunday
AFTERNOON to see that Riley, the fore
man. had seen that everything was an
right about the Sunshine Iron Mine.
When he had riled Riley by asking
him after every detail he could think
of, he demanded finally:
Did Mike feed and water the
mules?'
eyes, sor," Riley answered crosby.
you're sure?' persisted Finnegan.
'If we like I'll be after goin' down
and aSkin' them.' snapped Riley. hav-
ing exhausted his patience.
Now it may seem far cry from a
coal mine for whooping cough to a
score of mules some five hundred feet
down an iron mine. 1t is the coal
strike that furnishes the connection.
The beneficent coal mine owners have
foreseen that it is always desirable
that hunkey be untrammeled In his
movements. 1t seems that they have
seen to this by providing that he
never should have much to move.
So, when the work stopped In Penn
sylvania, the miners picked up their
packs and their families and looked
for other mines About five hundred
of them landed in Pocahannock, New
Jersey. Among these five hundred
families there were about hundred
and twenty-five cases of ,whooping
cough.
Slayish mothers were the original
discoveries of the coal mine cure.
Since they had no coal mine In Poca-
hammock, they figured that an iron
mine might furnish some of the gas
eous ingredients so highly beneficial
to the cough.
Where do the mules comedn on this!
Why, of course they were in the iron
mine. just where they had been for
most of their lives.
ut seems to me, Riley" Finnegan
enunciating with great distinctness
that you are forgetting that / am the
superintendent of this mine"
"Aw-go. to hell" Riley gruntcd.
happening to know that he could lick
three of Finnegan; also that Finne.
gan's uncle, who owned the mine, lov.
ed him Riley-better than any broth
err Il
Young Finnegan puffed out his chest
and put on his very best mine superin-
tendent air. About the time he had
accomplished this much he, too, must
have remembered something of his IN
cle's fondness for the foreman. So he
cased his chest down from the proper
position for firing man to the proper
position to say:
81 shall consider your case later.
Riley.'
Then he walked into the little CORFU
gated iron shack which served as an
office, taking pains to close the door
against any retort that Riley might
make.
An instant later he started up from
his chair, into which he had disposed
his person, presumably for the purpose
Of considering Riley's case.
what the devil Is that?" he NUT.
tered.
From behind the pile of dirt outside
the end OF the shack came wheeling.
cackling sound, followed by long
drawn murderous whoop. Instantly
the wheeEing and cackling we're re-