The Willamina times., November 28, 1940, Image 2

notes o f e v e ry th in g .
He says he pered m id s w iftly som ebody else
r
w ants to ta lk business—w e ll, when ju m p e d up, w ith n g a lla n t flourish
IVi*e an J O ther urite
I ta lk business m y s e c re ta ry Is pres­ to c a rry th e ir load and help them
ent. I ' l l have M a ria n there, too. o v e r the steep places.
A P E T IT IO N is u au ully a lis t
I ’d lik e to have young W ills — w here
" B u t an old b a ttle -a x lik e me can
* * o f persons w ho d id not have
is he?”
change her ow n tire s o r get h erse lf
the backbone to say no,
“ He w ent up in the woods w ith out of holes. Nobody b o th e rs !"
the tr u c k .”
"Eilm arirestei should Iuka iheir
The sun was d ro pp ing behind the
hinhands' name»," ta yt a rorm /m n d-
“ W ell, I ’ m glad somebody w ent b la ck ra m p a rt o f the m ou nta ins us
m t. Zi it uurlh il /or to thorl a
besides me. M a ria n th in k s I look V irg ie drove hom ew ard.
lim e?
lik e an old fool tra ilin g around in
The euste rn slopes sank into p u r­
When a m an proposes ise
the m ud, c lim b in g o ver tim b e r and ple shadows, the v a lle y s w ere lost in
needs a cool head on h is shoul­
w ad ing creeks, a fa t old w om an lik e a c itro n -c o lo re d m ist. B u t beyond
m e.
A n y w a y , it's a poor execu­ the a lo o f crests, cold -lo okin g and fo r­
ders,
When h e ’s m a rrie d he
tiv e who c a n 't get somebody to do
gets cold feet on th e m .
b id d in g now as the m ou n ta in s a re in
the d ir ty w o r k ,"
F ro m a notice about a " w a n t­
w in te r, a s a ffro n line o f lig h t burned
" Y o u 'r e not a poor e xecu tive,
e d ” m a n : “ Age not kn ow n, b ut
along the sky. V irg ie a d m ire d the
M rs. M organ.
Nobody else could
looks o ld e r than he ia .”
b rillia n c e b rie fly , considered the
have pulled the m ill th ro u g h —”
fa c t th a t the A lm ig h ty seemed to
Man it like a lark, useful only if
'I know. Y o u've told me. I re c k ­ take a lo t of tro u b le to m a ke e ve ry
he hat a good head unit it ¡minted
on I'd b e tte r not have W ills out. act o f n a tu re splendid and b ea uti­
in the right ilirerlion, und eren then
You can handle a n y th in g th a t needs
run go only ut far at hit head nil!
fu l. T rees could have been d ir ty
© D. APPLLTON-CtNTliRY CO.
to be done. I ’ ll send the c a r a fte r brow n o r g ra y , b ut they w e re n 't.
lei him.
W N l) .S e r v ic e
y o u ."
E ve n s trip p e d o f th e ir leaves they
W ills w ould p ro b a b ly refuse to
CHAPTER XI—Continued
w ide on a c u rve , not lo o kin g at her.
w ere in te re s tin g and g ra c e fu l.
—12—
“ I th in k I know w h a t y o u ’re going come to the house, a nyw a y, becuuse
And rocks w ere softened and
o
f
M
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ria
n
.
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ria
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's
a
ttitu
d
e
was
M a ria n slid along m eekly. “ I ’m a to say. I'v e heard it a ll, a lre a d y .
m ade love ly by lichen and w a te r­
s
till
an
e
nigm
a
to
her
m
oth
er.
M
a
r­
I
only
have
one
answ
er.
I
’m
not
lo t o f tro u b le ,” she said in a voice
fa ll, ferns and the m y s te ry o f shad­
w h ic h w ou ld have amazed her m oth­ le a vin g tow n. I ’m not le a vin g the ian had alw ays^been a b rig h t g ift ows. S torm s, too, w ere b e a u tifu l.
m ill. I ’ m not going to be d riv e n th a t V irg ie was g ra te fu l fo r, but a The p ilin g anger o f the clouds, the '
e r, so h um ble w as it.
‘ ‘No tro u b le .” W ills whipped the o ut—n o r wheedled out. I ’m in th is g ift th a t le ft her bew ildered and a fie ry skeleton bones o f lig h tn in g , the
steering-w heel about. “ T h is is a bad to sta y. So— it's too bad you w ent little u n ce rta in and abashed. She s ilv e r m a rc h in g o f the ra in . And Are
to so m uch tro u b le to le t the a ir out found h e rs e lf c o n sta n tly c o n triv in g
place to tu rn . F la g fo r me, Joe,”
to please M a ria n o r to a void her —though it had the c o lo r o f te rro r,
o f th a t t i r e ! ”
he shouted.
displeasure,
and th is was a ll w rong, had g lo ry . T here was the p in k and
She tu rn ed , as though she had
“ O. K .
Cut deep.” Joe sem a­
o
f
course.
Nonsense,
being bossed p u rp le o f la u re l and rhododendron
been
s
tru
c
k
,
but
he
d
id
not
see.
H
e
r
phored his a rm s.
around
by
ninety-odd
pounds of in the s p rin g , the w hite ca nd elab ra
face
was
as
w
h
ite
and
s
tiff
as
his
The c a r cam e about. W ills got
o f dogwood set in the forests in
own. H e r voice snicked lik e steel black-eyed g ir l, but th a t was the
out again to look at the tire .
s p rin g , the fla m e o f azalea.
foolishness
o
f
m
others.
And
m
oth-
on
ice.
“ Standing up a ll r ig h t,” he an­
O nly in m a k in g m nn had the fine
“ Y o u 're a ve ry fam ous egotist,
nounced. “ Y o u ’l l m ake it . ”
brush
and ch isel o f the C re a to r
a
re
n
’t
y
o
u
?
”
she
said,
b
ru
ta
lly
.
M a ria n ’ s th ro a t cram pe d. B ut she
slipped
Men w ere u s o rry piece o f
fo u g h t its q u iv e rin g , got the w ords “ You co u ld n ’t possibly th in k beyond
w o rk , so V irg ie thought. D re a ry to
y o u rs e lf fo r a m om en t. I t w o u ld n ’t
out.
look at, m ost o f them , fu ll o f s illy
“ W ould you d riv e it down fo r me? o ccu r to you th a t I m ig h t not w ant
hates and greedinesses, schem es to
The tir e m ig h t go down again and to ta lk about the m ill. T h a t I m ig h t
defeat and d estroy each o th e r, a ll
be th in k in g —o f m y s e lf a little .
I
I ’m not m uch good a t the p u m p .”
to no p ro fit.
“ O f co urse.”
He resum ed the w on ’t say it now. I w on’ t let you
W ars and p o litic s , angers and
w heel again, w h ile Joe follow ed w ith g lo at o ve r the kin d o f a fo ol th a t I
a b s u rd itie s , these m en had m ad e;
the tru c k . “ You sh o u ld n 't be d r iv ­ was. I see— how hopeless it is ! ”
going on th e ir s c ra m b lin g w a y , add­
ing on lon ely m o u n ta in roads alone, She choked a little , then recovered
ing little to the beauty and se re n ity
you k n o w ,” he said, as they bum ped h e r c o n tro l, gave a savage d ra g at
the b ra ke, tu rn e d the key.
of the w o rld . The black scald, b ris ­
o v e r a wooden b rid g e .
tlin g w ith broken, burned tru n k s
W ills said, “ M a ria n ! Good G o d !”
“ No one w ou ld h u rt m e ,” she de­
and c h a rre d stu m p s— m en had done
c la re d .
“ E v e ry b o d y
fo r
m ile s B u t she was not lis te n in g . H e r eyes
that. M ank P re ssly had a s till up
around know s m e— knows m oth er. w ere b la ck and blazing. She reached
there som ew here, and h is fire had
across h is knees as the c a r lurched
A n d m o th e r hasn’ t any enem ies.”
got aw ay fro m h im , burned up the
“ She has one, o b vio u sly,” W ills to a stop, and opened the door.
s till and s ix kegs o f ra w w h is k y be­
“ Get out, w ill yo u ? ” she said
said.
“ The fe llo w who kind led a
fo re it to re down the rid g e to ru in
fire in the o il house a t the m ill yes­ hoarsely. " I c a n 't stand any m o re .”
fo u r o r five hundred acres o f fa ir
He said " M a r ia n ! ” a ga in , in a
te rd a y w asn’t c e le b ra tin g the F o u rth
tim b e r. And w ith it had gone th ou ­
husky, s tric k e n voice, but she was
o f J u ly . He was g e ttin g even.”
sands o f V ir g ie ’s little seedling
M a ria n looked th o u g h tfu l. “ P e r­ lik e a w om an on fire.
trees.
L I E R E S how the s m a rt w om an
“ G et o u t! I hate y o u ! G et o u t!”
haps th a t w asn’t m o th e r’ s e nem y.”
adds bea uty to h e r hom e or
S u rve yin g th is blackened, m onths-
She snatched at the w heel, w h irle d
“ T h a t m ig h t be tru e .” He drove
old ru in , V irg ie thought o f Tom . 1 m ukes a lo v e ly g ift— she crochets
the little c a r c a re fu lly around a aw ay w ith fro s ty m ud fly in g , a l­
these squares in easy p u ff s titc h
The m an C ra gg liv e d on, and Tom
s lip p e ry h a ir-p in tu rn . “ B u t even m ost before he was on the ground.
and double cro c h e t and soon has
stu b b o rn ly refused to be released
w ith o u t enemies th e re are dangers. Dow n the w in d in g road she swung
enough to jo in in to th is ric h a t
fro m the ja il. He was a fa n a tic old
T h is m o rn in g , fo r instance. Suppose past the tru c k , g ra z in g a hem lock
ghun.
fool, he had gone a little m ad as
you had had to w a lk back to the tree , careening on tw o wheels.
• • •
lonely old men som etim es do. And
highw ay? Suppose the tru c k had not
“ Y ou’d b e tte r w a it fo r h im ,” she
P a t t e r n N o Z(..H c o n ta in s d ire c tio n s lo t
here was W a llace W ith e rs schem ing
been on the rid g e ? ”
shouted a t the s ta rtle d Joe. “ He
tfgtuan; Illu s tr a tio n s o f | | a n d s titc h e s ,
to cheat h e r and she w as alone,
“ I knew the tru c k was on the is n ’ t r id in g w ith m e .”
c o lo r s c h e m e s ;
p h o to g ra p h of s q u a re
She snatched at the wheel,
w ith no one to go to fo r the steady- | (n n tc r la ls r e q u ir e d . S end o r d e r to :
rid g e .”
M a ria n
was
tru th fu l.
Dow n the m ou nta in she to re b lin d ­
whirled away with frosty mud
ing courage th a t comes w ith ap­
“ T h a t’s w h y I came.
Does th is ly , sham e and a w h ite , to rtu rin g
fly in g .
p ro v a l.
ca tech ism and fa th e rly a dm on ition p a in b u rn in g her. Once she laughed
Sewing Circle N rc d lc rrs fl Dept.
F ire s w ere b u rn in g in the house,
ers loved it. They p u t up a s p ir it­
have to go on in d e fin ite ly? We could and the laugh w’as b itte r.
SI Eighth Ave.
K r e York
ta lk abc >t o th e r things. I ’m fa ir ly
So— he was in love w ith h e r, was less fig h t a gainst the d a in ty ty ra n n y , fo r a w onder, and M a ria n was
Enclose 15 cents In coins (or P a t­
in te llig e n t. I know a ll the tenses he? She was a song sung to a gipsy the d is tu rb in g sense o f in fe r io r ity , c u rle d in a b ig c h a ir under her
tern N o . . , . . . , , , , .
M a ria n stayed
and th a t you shouldn’t say a in ’t . ”
ta m b o u rin e .
the w h im s and h um ors forced upon fa th e r's p o r tr a it.
Nam
e ............ ........... ............................
alone too m uch la te ly , was too s till.
“ I ’d b etter take another look a t
Cheap — cheap — to have s u r­ them by th e ir young.
Address
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th a t tir e .” W ills stopped on a w ide rendered even a lit t le ! She hated
When they d id fig h t th ey cam e o ff
“ W allace W ith e rs is c o m in g here
b it o f road, w aved the tru c k past. h im ! She hated h im !
bad seconds, u s u a lly , and w ere p it i­ to n ig h t to sell m e some tim b e r,” j
I t roa re d down grade, flin g in g m ud
As fo r B ra n fo rd W ills , he sat mo­ fu lly p a tie n t about th a t.
V irg ie said a t d in n e r. “ I w a n t you
c h e e rfu lly .
rose ly in the jo ltin g tru c k and h a t­
L u c y , on the o th e r side of the to go and get L u c y — then both o f j
M a ria n sat, loo king s tra ig h t ahead, ed h im s e lf fo r a b lu n d e rin g fool.
desk, was s w a llo w in g n e rvo u sly and you sta y around. I don’t tru s t th a t -
h e r cam eo p ro file a trifle g rim , her
N ow — w ith h is crass s tu p id ity he the red was c o m in g up in to her old m an and I w a n t som ebody to i
c h in squared.
had ru in e d w h a t life w ith its ru th ­ cheeks and th ro at.
h ea r e v e ry w ord th a t he says.” ;
B Y Y O U R L A X A T IV E « R E L IE V E
“ T h e re ’s noth ing the m a tte r w ith less d is tin c tio n s had not m ade in ­
“ M rs. M o rg a n ,” she began, in a
“ W hy doesn’t he com e to the of- ( C O N S T IP A T IO N T H IS M O D E R N W A Y
the tir e ,” she said. “ I w anted to to le ra b le before.
little rush, “ i f you th in k it w ould fice if he w a n ts to ta lk business? 1 • When you feel (assy, headachy, logy
ta lk to yo u.”
A t the m ill gate the tr u c k halted. be wise, M r. D aniels m ig h t com e
due to clogged-up bowels, do as rrulhout
W hy does he com e to the house?”
He looked a t h e r q u ic k ly , search-
“ S om ething’s busted a g a in ,” an-, to the conference to n ig h t? ”
do take Peen-A M in t at bedtime. Nest
M a ria n asked.
m o rain e— thorough, comfortable relief,
in g ly .
She w as so n e a r—and so nounced Joe g rim ly .
“ W hat fo r? ” V irg ie asked, b lu n t
V irg ie was a little bothered to | helping you start the day full of your
d e a r! E ven w ith h e r chin set a t a
Somehow, the sp ur tra c k had been ly . “ W allace W ith e rs is an old sour-
normal energy and pep, feeling like a
resolute angle, even w ith her eyes u nd erm in ed . A c a r, h e a v ily loaded puss, I know th a t—b u t I don’t need find an answ er fo r th is. I t was in ­
c re d ib le , o f course, th a t W allace I million! F e e n -A -M in t doesn't disturb
cool and d is ta n t and h e r lashes eva­ w ith p ulp, had gone o ff the ra ils , a c h e m is t to find o ut how a cid he
your night's rest or interfere w ith work the
m ig h t s till be h a rb o rin g some m ad j nest day. T ry F een -A -M int, the chewing
sive. He m ade an im p u ls iv e m ove, sw ung sidewise, and tu rn e d over, is .”
idea th a t his proposal w ould again I gum laxative, youreelf. I t testes good, It’s
then d re w back as her a lo o f m an ­ te a rin g up a hundred y a rd s o f tra c k .
“ You spoke about M r. W ills -
handy and economical. . . a fam ily supply
be listened to.
n e r d id not change.
“ T his h e re ,” d e clare d Joe, “ is L u cy b rid le d s lig h tly .
“
I
don’
t
k
n
o
w
,”
she
said.
“
He
'
“ I ’m lis te n in g ,” he said q u ie tly .
g it tin ’ so it a in ’ t even fu n n y !”
“ W ills has got th a t spruce to cu t, w ro te me a le tte r. I ’m te llin g you |
She tw iste d her fingers together,
if I buy it. B u t I m a y n o t buy it. w h a t he sa id . H e ’s com e here be­
b u t ke p t h e r eyes s tra ig h t a h e a d -
I ’d lik e to le t old W ith e rs ta lk h im ­ fo re .”
CHAPTER XII
on the th ic k e ts w here the ja y s q u a r­
se lf blue in the g ills and then ju s t
He and I
" T h a t’s ju s t it. M o th e r” — M a ria n
re le d and the frozen slopes w here
b la n d ly te ll h im we don’t need his
I f a m a n should im p o rtu n e m e
ic ic le s m ade a dia m o n d passemen­
V irg ie took a le tte r th a t L u cy tim b e r—the w o rs t about th a t is, we sa t up a little s tra ig h te r and looked
to g iv e a reason w h y I loved m y
a tr ifle g r im — "d o e s n 't it e v e r o ccu r
te rie on e ve ry ro c k and tw ig .
handed her, unfolded the single do need i t . ”
frie n d , I find i t co uld n ot o th e r­
to you th a t you are supposed to be
“ I don’t lik e fig h tin g ,” she began sheet o f cheap g ra y paper, read it
‘ We can ru n a nother m on th on a w e a lth y w id o w ? ”
wise be expressed th a n b y the an­
w ith a little d iffic u lty . “ We seem th ro u g h tw ic e . The envelope was
w h a t we have in ,” L u c y w as rea dy
sw
er, "B e c a u s e he w as h e ; be­
V irg ie b uttered a b is c u it, her
to clash. And i t ’s ra th e r s illy , don’t m a rk e d “ P e rs o n a l.” The h a n d w rit­
w ith her little book, “ and then we
cause I w as I . " — M on taig ne .
you th in k ? ”
ing was a n g u la r and lab ore d, the could begin th in n in g on the B obcat m ou th d ra gg ed into a d r y g rin .
“ I f a n y th in g lik e th a t d id o ccur
“ V e ry s illy . E s p e cia lly when— ”
s c rip t o f one who expresses h im s e lf R un s tu ff.”
to m e, a ll I ’d have to do is go down
“ E s p e c ia lly when we could a r­ in w ritin g o nly a t ra re in te rv a ls .
I don’ t w a n t to c u t on Bobcat.
to the bank and have a h e a rt-to -
ran ge th ing s sensibly. I —th is isn ’t
“ D id you take a look a t th is ? ”
N ot fo r a n o th e r y e a r i f I can help it.
h e a rt ta lk w ith some fa c ts and fig ­
easy fo r m e to say. B u t—I thought she asked.
C a ll up B ryso n, L u c y , and ask h im
i f I ta lke d to you— alone— i f I ap­
“ No,
M rs .
M organ.
It
was i f he has any o f th a t c id e r le ft th a t ures. T h a t’s about the m o st a w a k ­
pealed to you— ”
m a rke d personal—I opened the en­ hasn’t got too d arne d e xplosive. ening th in g I know of. W hat is a ll
He stiffened a little .
O n ly the velope but I d id n ’t look a t the le t­
this? H ave you seen a peacock-blue
T here m ig h t be a w a y to lim b e r up
Soreness and Stiffness
ro a d s te r you c a n ’t liv e w ith o u t? ”
d a y before L u c y F ie ld s had used ter.”
old W ith e rs. M ost e v e ry m an has
You need to rub on a powerfully soothing
those same w ords. “ I ’ve appealed
“ I ’m not ta lk in g about m y s e lf. I ’m
“ I t ’s fro m W allace W ithers. He a loose jo in t so m e w h e re .”
counter - irritant ” like Musterole to
to y o u !” F o r a m o m e n t eagerness, w ants to com e to m y house to n ig h t
ta lk in g about W allace W ith e rs. He
quickly relieve neuritin, rheumatic aches
“ I d on ’t believe M r. W ith e rs has
and pains. R e tte r th a n a m u sta rd
tenderness had rushed th rough his to ta lk business, so he sa ys.”
hasn’ t any w ife . He is n ’ t an old
any. H e ’s m ade lik e one o f these
p ia ster to help break up painful local
blood lik e flam e. He had looked at
L u c y brigh te ne d. “ Then he has d ry land tu rtle s —a ll sh ell and claw s m an — n ot te r r ib ly o ld — ”
congestion? Made in 3 »trength«.
M a ria n and seen o nly her young decided to sell th a t B e nnett spruce.
"O h —t h a t !” V irg ie was s c o rn fu l.
and m ou th and no s o ft s p o t.”
sweetness, the golden cu rve o f her H e’l l t r y to get th re e prices out of
“ Y o u ’ re re a l b rig h t a t tim e s , L u ­ “ He got ideas—w eeks ago. He did
th ro a t w here kisses were born to you, M rs . M o rg a n .”
c y ,” V irg ie applauded. “ J u s t d on ’t ask m e to m a r r y h im . I guess he
lie , th e y ie ld in g cu rve o f h e r lips.
“ H e ’s sure to tr y som ething. I ’ve fo rg e t to be b rig h t— th a t’s a ll. I t ’s know s by now th a t I ’ m n ot in te r ­
B u t now the p rid e in h im , th a t know n W allace a ll m y life — the old
th a t fifte e n -m in u te in te rv a l when a ested.”
ve rg e d so close to a high, fine fu ry , scorpion. The la s t tim e he ca m e to
“ And you refused h im ? ” M a ria n
w om an fo rg ets th a t God puts b ra in s
th e te rr ib le , b lin d , m ascu lin e pride, see m e he trie d to ta lk me in to m a r ­
U n d e rg ro u n d S tream
inside h e r head as w e ll as eyelashes asked s h a rp ly .
th a t th ro u g h a thousand centuries ry in g h im because he said I d id n ’ t
“ D id you w a n t h im fo r a step­
The w o rk an unknow n good m an
on the side o f it th a t ru in s a lo t of
has gone fla u n tin g banners and w av­ know enough to ru n th is m ill. ”
fa th e r? I d id n ’t th in k y o u ’d lik e
has done is lik e a v e in o f w a te r
’e m .”
in g sw ords and tra m p lin g s m a ll ten­
“ B u t—you co uldn ’ t!
W hy, M rs.
going o ve r th e re to liv e in th a t
flo w in g hidden u nd erg ro u n d , se­
“ I w on’ t fo rg e t.”
d e r th in g s u n d e rfo o t, had h im again. M orga n, h is poor firs t w ife never
c r e tly m a k in g the ground green.
She w ill though, V irg ie thought, m o ld y old house w ith no lig h ts and
H e could n ot see the pulse th a t d id com e to tow n. I don’ t suppose
—C a rly le .
w e a rily , as she crossed the y a rd to no w e ll.”
q u iv e re d w he re a gold shadow la y she e ve r had m ore th an one decent
"H e a v e n s , no! B u t, M o th e r” —
b ack h e r old c a r out o f the shed.
upon h e r th ro a t, he d id n ot see the dress in her w hole m a rrie d life .”
M a ria n ’s voice rose a lm o s t to a
T h a t cool-headed young chap fro m
u n c e rta in ty o f h e r fin g e rs and her
“ I d id n ’t m a r ry h im , d id I? I M is s o u ri w ould g ive L u c y tw o lan ­ w a il— "y o u n e v e r m entioned i t ! You
e y e lid s q u iv e rin g . H e saw o n ly her m ay be g e ttin g so ft in a fe w spots,
g u ish in g looks and reduce her in ­ never to ld m e ! I f a n y th in g lik e th a t
p ro file , set a g a in s t h im , the chin b ut not in th a t one. L u c y , you lis­
s ta n tly to the c o m p lia n t softness o f happened to m e I ’d te ll yo u — ”
th a t w as lik e D a v id M o rg a n ’s. He ten. I w a n t you to com e out to th a t
a v a n illa c u s ta rd . B u t the L o rd , so
“ W ould you? I seem to re m e m b e r
quickfy
w as b lin d and savage w ith h u r t and conference. I f W ith e rs has a ny idea V irg ie decided, looked a fte r the so ft
a R en fro boy, one tim e — ”
fro z e n w ith d is a p p o in tm e n t. H e was o f s e llin g th a t spruce I w a n t a re c ­ w om en. I t was the tough ones who
L IQ U ID
"O h , th a t a w fu l in fa n t! As though
tablets
a v e ry s tu p id yo u n g m a n .
ord o f it. H e ’l l t r y to w o rk some could ta ke it who had a hard tim e .
salve
I w ould co nside r a boy lik e th a t I ”
nose p r o p s
H e d re w b a ck and sw ung the c a r k in d o f ra c k e t.
You can m ake The soft ones la y b ack and w h im ­
COUCH
OROPJ
(TO HE CONTINUED)
BY HELEN TOPPING MILLER
Beautiful Afghan Is
In Easy Puff Stitch
DON'T BE BOSSED
FEEN-A-MINT i o i
MUSCULAR
RHEUMATIC PAIN
WlSTEBOIF
COLDS