THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, FEBRUARY 9, 1913.
AAiiyjc eras a cJnsDr! JffeyS Successes
Diet for Indoor and Outdoor
"Good Pie Is Not a Foe of
Good
Workers Cannot Be Fixed, Be
cause Individuals Differ."
Health and Civilization by
Any Means.
99
BY JAMES B. MORROW.
ASHINGTON, Feb. 1. (Special
Correspondence.) A srn and
tempered chieftain, a regular
eld Andrew Jackson of the laboratory,
was required to bring the makers and
canners of food within the great law
of 1906. The immense debt of the peo
ple to Harvey W. Wiley can never be
computed in dollars and cents. Bay the
captains and the colonels who were
with him in the long and savage fight.
But a state of mind, others remark,
can become petrified. Dr. Wiley, they
assert, held every pickler and preserver
to be obnoxiously reprehensible until
they convinced his obstinate and skep
tical Inner conscience that they were
guiltless of wrong, either by act or in
tent. He sat. they complain, on a ty
rant's throne of his own construction,
infallible and Inexorable, and his thun
ders and his punishments disturbed the
orderly procedure of a respectable and
purified business.
So, finally, the war having been
fought and won, and the canners pen
alized out of chemicals and. adultera
i tions, a more benevolent administra
' tion was required. Civil government,
ro th nre-ument ran. closed in behind
General Sherman as he shot and burned
his way from Atlanta to the ocean. In
a word. Dr. Wiley, still rampant and
breathing vengeance on an humbled
and suffering Industry, should have
sheathed his dripping sword, and,
rlosely following the words of General
Grant, addressed his shuddering ene
mies, and said: "Keep your horses,
gentlemen. You will want them to
plow with in the Spring."
While Dr. Wiley was not actually re
moved from office, it is acknowledged
that his position was made unbearable
to a free-spoken and free-acting man.
The Lilliputians, if that be a proper
name for them, were tying the giant
into utter helplessness, as he saw and
felt Ills fast developing predicament.
Therefore, he arose from the grouna,
put his curt renunciation into writing,
and fled to the eager hospitality of the
Chautauqua circuit.
Is Dr. Alsberg a Policeman f
After months of reflection and inves
tigation, though his critics lump the
two words into one and call it dila
toriness, President Taft chose Carl Lu
cas Alsberg. A. M. M. D.. to be Dr.
Wiley's successor. Intellectually and
professionally, Dr. Alsberg meets
every possible requirement of the very
important place he is now occupying.
He Is young enough to have Dr. Wiley
for a father, but he ranks high among
biological chemists. Whether he has
the personality to make a successful
chief of the Bureau of Chemistry, De
partment of Agriculture, is not known
at this time, even to himself. He is a
great scientist. Is he also an adminis
trator and a policeman?
Food is much better than it used to
be; it Is cleaner and purer. The blud
geon of the law in Dr. Wiley's rough
and willing hands changed the behav.
lor of a good many ma nufacturers.
Heads were whac&ed, and some may
require the same heroic treatment in
the future. Up to the call that brought
aim from among his iiasks, filters and
retorts. Dr. Alsberg was unseen and
unknown to the public. Science, here
and in Europe, had been enriched by
his patient and original work. He had
traveled in this and other countries.
He was talented, amiable, shrewd,
adaptable, modest and industrious. His
achievements, his culture and his char,
acteristics make him an ideal head
chemist over the food of the American
public, but has he the pluck to pillory
an adulterator, and keep his head and
hands in the holes of the frame until
ae meekly promises to walk in the ways
of righteousness? There will be such
tasks to perform. Undoubtedly, can
ners reformed by compulsion under Wi
ley will experiment with Alsberg. Men
who understand him say that all such
ventures will fall.
Dark of skin, with crimpy black hair
and a friendly and handsome face. Dr.
Terse Tales From
THE ri'TCBB GREAT.
Future analysts of Oriental literature
must take into acccount the influence
of the New York high school on the
poetry of China, at least, if Oh Poo's
dreams of the future come true, and he
be accepted by his countrymen as a
singer of the national songs. Literary
historians will recall that tlte poet
speut four years in a Harlem prepara
tory school and that at this period of
hia life 6ome of his most striking ef
forts were dashed off. Oh Poo is now
earning the price of a college course
by leading a battalion of yellow
skinned warriors in the battle scene
of "The Daughters of Heaven." The
wonders of this spectacle have made a
stirring appeal to Mr. Poo's name.
Among the bits of verse Inspired by
' them is one about the peaceful storks
that wander about the scene in the
palace gardens. One of the peacocks in
the same setting figures as the villain.
The style is that of Ting-Tung-Ling,
Tang-Jo-Su or Li-Tai-Po, the great
bards of the Orient, but the language
may be traced to other sources. Mr.
Poo writes:
"Su Tchong's he is some stork, bis
bill is like a burglar's Jimmy. He boss
his wife and she behave, or else he
peck her in the bean. But now he act
in big. fine play, so stuck up he forget
his wife. One of the peacecks. he
spot tiic wife and give her the lamp.
"And Su Tschong he don't get Jerry."
Detroit Free Press.
ALL THERE BIT THE BLANKET.
Christie MacDonald. the fascinating
"Spring Maid." gives this version of a
newsboy's story of a fire, according to
Young's Magazine:
" 'We stood Broun" an" de smoke was
rushin" out of de buildin". Gee, it was
high. 1 guess it was seven or eight
stories. De Are was comln' out and
sveryone was yellin' an bowlin' an'
iebells waa ringin' an he engines was
sinokin' an' dere was firemen in froi.)
an' dero was firemen at de side, but
dere was no firemen in de alley. I
says to Mickey, 'Let's go 'round' into
de alley and see what's dere.' We went
Alsberg also Is pleasing in manner and
converse. He is unassuming end un
technicaU not depending on the jargon
of science of overawe his callers and to
parade his own vocabulary and knowl
edge. A recluse among bottles and ele
ments, he might have lost his human
qualities and emerged a prematurely
wise old man. a pedantic or a dry old
man. But it is not so.
Not aa Enemy of Pfe.
"Is pie a menace to civilization?" I
asked him. purposely to see if the friv.
olity of the question would outrage his
professionalism and arouse his official
scorn.
"No, if it Is good pie: yes, possibly,
if the pie is bad," he replied. "New
England eats a great deal of pie. Emer
son was fond of it. The transeendent
alists substituted It for the ambrosia of
the gods.'-
With such an answer as a bracer
Wiley himself might have given it I
teit that the interview would be a sue
cess. The elder Alsberg was also f
chemist. He was born in Germany, was
a university man and became a teacher
after getting his degree. He comes
into this story logically because there
Is some relation between him, through
the peculiar training he gave his son,
and the food question of the United
States. University instructors In Ger
many must starve their slow way and
go threadbare into remote professor
ships, after which their pay is suffi
cient for the rest of their lives. Als
berg, the father, emigrated from Ger
many, being unwilling to wait until he
was 35 lor the reward that could Be
obtained sooner elsewhere. He came
to New York. . where his uncle was
physician, and taught chemistry at
Columbia University for a time.
"But," as his son told me, "he want
ed to earn money and take a wife.
Necessity sets men to thinking. So
does matrimony. My father invented
a process for the manufacture of ver
milion. That soon led him into the
paint business. For many years he
was a partner in a company that made
vermilion, ultramarine and paris green.
Such was his business at the time of
his death.
"Therefore, answering your question
I cannot say that I was a poor boy.
Financial perplexities have never wor
ried me. I am far from being i
wealthy man. but there is money
enough in the family to keep me from
going hungry were it necessary for me
to look for another job. I was born
and grew up in New York. My father
believed In the German Idea of educat
In; boys and girls. Consequently. I
did not begin going to school until 1
was 9 years old.
A Polyglot When a Child.
"I cannot remember when I learned
to read. My brothers and myself had
governesses and tutors and were early
taught German and French. It is said
I spoke a mixture of three languages
at the age of 6. which made communi
cation, even in the family, rather dif
ficult. We spoke German at dinner
and used that tongue or went without
a second helping of the things we
liked.
"My last tutor was the principal of
Felix Adler's School. He came to our
house each afternoon at 3 o'clock, tak
ing us in pleasant weather to Central
Park. There, on benches under the
trees, he would talk to us about botany,
geology, astronomy and other subjects.
My first lesson in geography was taken
on the Brooklyn bridge. The tutor
had a compass and a map of the City
of New York. That was the way he
taught. When I was 9. I entered a
Latin school in Harlem. It was so
good that it was soon closed up. I was
ready for college at the age of 15. My
youth kept me out of Harvard. Co
lumbia University graduated me when I
was 19.
"I had thought, meanwhile, of chem
istry as a profession. My father ad
vised me to take up something else
He saw ahead to the time when ht
would die or retire from business. In
W MINUTL? WTH TIETUNNT
Humorous Pens
'round dere an' gee, de tire was just as
bad as it was In the front. Dere was a
guy lookin' out of a window on de
sevent' sory. Oee, he was high up. an'
dere was no firemen or ladders dere.
He was shoutin' 'Help, help, police.'
Mickey says to me, 'Hully gee, look
at tiis.' an' den he shouted to de guy,
'Jump! we'll ketch you In dis blanket.'
an' de guy Jumped, an' gee, I fought
I'd die laugin' we didn't have no blan
ket." 4 . ,
TOO TENDER WITH IT.
A physician tells a story o a phil
anthropic doctor in a Pennsylvania
coal-mining town who presented each
household with a nice thermometer
and told the people the necessity of
maintaining proper temperature. When
making his rounds one day he ob
served his termometer banging in the
room. He inquired of the woman ot
the house If she had remembered his
instructions.
"Indeed sir, I do," was the response.
"I hang the thing right up there and
I watch it carefully to see it does not
get too high."
"Good!" exclaimed the doctor. "And
what do you do when the temperature
rises above 70 degrees?"
"Why, Bir," answered tlie woman
with the air of one faithful to a trust,
"when it gets too high I take it down
and bang it outside until it cools off."
Newark Star.
KICKINO WITH THB TDE.
Percy Haughton, the football coach,
was talking about queer football
games.
"There was a Thanksgiving day
game in Philadelphia," he said, "that
was played in a deluge of snow and
rain, with Franklin Field a foot deep
in sold, gray slush.
"The Cornell man. who won the toss,
said rather bitterly before the game
began:
" 'Do we have to play in this fluid?"
" 'Yes, of course you do," was the Im
patient reply. 'Come, come, you've won
the toss, which end do you take?"
" 'Well.' said the Cornell roan, shak
ing hia head at tha gray waste of
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either event, were X a chemist, the
paint factory would come under my
management. He said that the manu
facture of paris green was an un
healthful occupation. But chemistry,
though the factory loomed unpleasantly
in the distance, attracted me just the
same. ,
"In those days biological chemistry
was not a profession In this country.
It can be defined as the science which
deals with the substances of life and
their reactions upon one another. The
nearest approach to it here was physi
ological chemistry, which has to do
with the tissues and functions of plants
and animals. I entered the College ol
Physicians and Surgeons, t;oiumnia
University, especially to study the
branch of chemistry that interested me
the most.
Three Blea Influenced His Life.
Two ereat men had given form and
direction to my college life. They were
Edmund Beecher Wilson, the zoologist,
and George Woodbury, the professor of
Iterature. Wilson increasea my entnu-
wVters spread before him, 'well. I guess
we'll kick with the tide.' " Philadel
phia Press.
IWCOXSCIOUS HlTMOR.
r i. 1 ; nhln1, hanrH 1?PV. W -
l in ouuicura . ,1... - -
W. Bustard, John D. Rockefeller s
Cleveland pastor, address the Christian
Endeavor convention was amused by a
"While riding in an auto with Rocke
feller recently, -some mues iroiu Cleve
land," said Kev. Dr. Bustard, "we were
i . il. .1. har.fnnt erirl.
itIWUl LU IJa A ' a
Plodding along through the dust, when
air. rtocaeieiier orueieu
to halt the car. Then he invited her to
. 1 .nnnlnff.hnqrri And
step up un . u' d . ,
asked her where she would like to have
the car stopped.
The little girl said she wanted to
get off at the second crossroads, and
asked.
"How far are you going?"
"Oh, we're going to heaven." Mr.
Rockefeller answered.
"The little girl was surprised, as
many people ara ' when he says that
Tbven he asked:
"'Don't you think we'll get there r
"'No.' said the little girl.
"'And why not?" persisted Mr. Rocke
feller. i UU'I I. 11.."" J ' " c a
gasoline,' she said." Cleveland Press.
RANK STUFF.
"Ma, wants two pounds of butter ex-
J . - .11.. V . -nn O ATI t li a last. TV it
1H " J -- --
ain't wactly like that she won't take
It, sa d the smaii ooy.
The grocer turned to his numerous
customers nd remarked blandly:
"Some piople in my business don't like
particular customers, but I do. It's
my delight" to serve them and get them
what tbey want. I will attend to you
in a moment, little boy."
"B sure and get the same kind,"
said the small boy, while the storeful
...... -,-- ItatMieri to him. "A lot
of pa's relations are visiting our house,
and ma coesn t wan. em 10 come
again." Newark Star.
IMPORTANT, IP TRIE.
A big drapery store' in Paris has re
cently opened a department where, in
exchange for a number, a wife may
leave her husband while she does her
shopping. Pele Mela. j
slasm for science: Woodbury taught me
a love of the beautiful. I- was young
and Impressionable and they had a
wholesome and inspiring influence on
my mind. Graduated as a physician, I
began to look around. I had never
meant to practice medicine. Indeed. I
had only been a commonplace student
and so was not a Phi Beta Cappa man.
Still, I had worked very hard on a
matter outside of my medical course.
The third, great man. Phoebus A.
Levene, had gained my admiration and
discipleship. He is one of the most
distinguished biological chemists in the
world. When I made his acquaintance
he was the chemist at the New York
Hospital for the Insane. He is now
chief of the chemical department of
Rockefeller Institute. I worked with
him while I was studying medicine. He
is the man, really, who caused me to
make the chemical side of biology a
profession. Aly education was com
pleted in Germany, where I spent three
years at the best universities.
"I returned home to become a teach
er of chemistry at the medical school
Quips and Flings
"I am getting so heavy that I am
uncomfortable, said Mr. tiozeweii.
"Take plenty of exercise."
"That makes me still more uncom
fortable." Washington Star.
w
"I hate a barber that talks politics
nil thf time: don't vou?"
"Can't say I do. I'd rather have him
talk politics than hair tonic." Kansas
City Journal. -
"I like your cheek," he said, kissing
her.
Don't be facetious,'" she responded
coldly. -Life.
"You are the proprietor and phar
macist of the first class?"
"Yes madam."
"And you know your business well?"
"From .' the foundation.
"That ia well. Give me 2 cents'
worth of gum drops." La Rlre.
"You've been sleeping in the tele
phone booth, I believe," said the man
ager of the Summer hotel.
"Yes."
"I can give you a billiard table now,
if vou like."
"No; I'll stick to the booth. I rather
like the room. Isn t large, Dut li s
cozy." Kansas City Star.
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Might Just BUggest to Andy, dear.
To Oyster Bay he speeds it.
And ee if 'round there things appear
As if he really needs it.
Philadelphia Ledger.
"This portrait doesn't resemble me at
all."
'Pardon me. madam, but I once made
a portrait of a lady that resembled
her. London opinion.
Painting Master (to pupil) Too
much green. Why do you put in so
much?
pupil Well. I thought it went well
with my red hair. Fliegende Blaetter.
Little Snob I don't sea any waiters.
Why don't they wear uniforms? You
of Harvard University, remaining there
six years and rising in rank to be a
faculty instructor. The position was
very burdensome. I had to keep ac
counts and write all of my correspond
ence out in longhand. Research inves
tigation was impossible. I looked into
the future and the best I could see was
a full professorship, which is an hon
orable and useful office. My prepara
tion, however, qualified me. I thought,
for something different and more ac
tive. I wanted, in short, a broader
and more original field. Then came
an invitation to fill a place in the
Bureau of Plant Industry, Department
of Agriculture. A man was needed to
study the poisonous and alleged medi
cal flora of the United States. I ac
cepted the opportunity against the ad
vice of Dr. Eliot, by the way because
the work was within my own special
ty. I could be a nobody in Washing
ton, I said, just as easy as at Cam
bridge. "We began with plants believed to be
poisonous, and that led us into a study
of spoiled corn, the eating of which, it
can't tell who are gentlemen and who
r not. can vou?
Superior Waiter (sarcastically) We
waiters find no difficulty, sir! London
Opinion.
iT.o Tr-n t iinHprRtiinn vour daugh
ter Jessie has changed her name to
"Jeslca."
Mrs. Exe Well. I wish she hadn't.
She's put the crazy notion into my girl
Bessie's head to call herself "Besslca."
Boston Transcript.
.
"Who Is that lame stranger with one
c-Tn ..iirin- in 'tin hnvN nuiT there?"
"Why, that's the chief organizer of
the 'Survivors ol tne Hunting season
of 1912.' He's getting up a lodge.
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Diggs My wife is a wonderful vo
calist. Why, I have known her to hold
her audience for hours
Biggs Get out!
Diggs After which she would lay It
in the cradle and rock it to sleep.
Tennesseean.
"Woman is considered the weaker
vessel," she remarked, "and yet "
"And yet," she continued, "man Is
oftener broke!" London Opinion.
Blight What is your idea of bor
rowing trouble?
Tight Letting the neighbors, use
your telephone. Judge.
"Tim," inquired Mr. Riley, glancing
np over the door of the postofflce,
what is the meanln' of thim letters.
'MDCCCXCVIU'?"
"They mean 1898!"
"Tim, don't it strike you thot they're
carryln' this spellln' reform entoirely
too far?" Youth's Companion.
...
Gibbs Last week I read Mme.
Calve's saying, "Sing and your ilia will
vanish," and I tried it.
Dibbs And did they vanisn?
Gibbs No. but my friends did. Bos
ton Transcript.
Mistress I'm afraid, Bridget, that
we will not be able to live together
any longer."
Bridget Indade, mum: an' where isi
It yes do be goln'? Boston Transcript, i
was supposed, caused the disease known ;
as pellagra. That Is still the theory of
many scientific men in Italy, the Prov
ince of Tyrol in Austria, and in this
country. Our own investigations, let
me add, have not established any con
nection between spoiled corn and
pellagra. The cause of the disease, so
far as we are concerned, continues to
be a mystery.
"Poisonous plants cause. heavy losses
every year to farmers and stockmen. A
large number of valuable beef cattle
die from eating loco weeds, which
grow southward from Manitoba through
the western part of the United States
into old Mexico. We were directed to
ascertain the relation of barium, a
metal belonging in the group of which
lime is a member, to the loco weed dis
ease. It was said that barium was the
poisonous element which killed live
stock. We showed by experiments,
however, that barium does not give
rise to the symptoms of loco poisoning.
It seems, and I go no further, that
there are properties or combinations ot
properties in loco plants, yet undiscov
ered, which produce the symptoms.
"Men often write that their pastures
contain plants which kill their cattle
and sheep. They are mistaken in most
instances. Occasionally they are not.
Such letters resulted in the finding of
prussic acid in certain grasses. A
farmer in North Carolina notified us
that several of his cows had died, as
he believed, from eating a lily which
can be found in marsny places all the
wav from New Jersey to Florida. We
examined theJily and learned that he
was right. The research work of which
I have spoken requires considerable
time, and much that we have accom
plished cannot be made public until
the whole of the equation has been
worked out. Such labor is long and
tedious, but Is intensely interesting to
a chemist. One may feelfor months
together that no headway Is being
made. Then all at once, perhaps, many
baffling problems are solved together."
Man Know What to Eat.
"Did our ancestors know about the
chemistry of food?" I asked.
"Oh, certainly. The Middle Ages had
some knowledge on the subject. John
Milton, living in the 17th century, said
the purpose of a proper diet was 'to
preserve the body's health and hardness1
that Englishmen might be strong
enough to defend their liberty. Oranges
and lemons, it has been known 'for
more than three centuries, will prevent
scurvy. It was Liebig, the extract of
beef maker, who spread and popu
larized the science of dietetics. Wrhile
man knew little formerly about the
chemistry of food as an abstract study,
he learned a great deal by experience.
There is no authority for saying that
the combination of apple sauce and
roast pork was originally suggested by
a physician. Man knew by his appetite
that the acid of the apple helped him
dispose of the fat in the meat. The
appetite, let me say, is ordinarily a
safe guide in the matter of one's diet."
"Do Europeans get purer and cleaner
food than do Americans?"
-I think not. All things considered,
our food law Is the best one ever en
acted. It fails, however, with respect
to drugs, and, therefore, is not so good
as the drug laws of continental Eu
rope. Measures are taken abroad to
give the people pure medicines and to
maintain the standards of strength.
Laws are obeyed in patriarchal and
autocratic countries; they are often dis
obeyed in republics. The National Gov
ernment of the United States only con
trols drugs when they become articles
of interstate traffic, when they are
shipped, for instance, from Boston to
Chicago, or from St. Louis to Cincin
nati. We have no jurisdiction within
New York City over drugs sold locally
on to Albany or Buffalo. The states
themselves should get together and
regulate the manufacture and sale of
all articles used as medicine."
Doctors Most Also Be Artists.
"What would be a good diet for the
man who works at a desk indoors?"
"No rule can be laid down in snch
an uncertain matter. Man is not a
machine.' He is . an independent unit
MEN
Among the Poets
tnvi: MR. CARNEGIE.
A princelier son of Plutus never
Did in this world exist;
To nobody second
I'm easily reckoned
The boss philanthropist.
It is my most inane endeavor
To rid myself of pelf
So every cent'll
Quite iricldental
Ly advertise myself.
My object all sublime
I shall achieve In time
To show that opulence is a crime.
That opulence is a crime;
And make each million spent
Eternally represent
A never-ending advertisement
An endless advertisement.
I lie awake nights inventing plans
To give my wealth away.
I've libraries scattered
And spattered and splattered
All over the U. S. A.
And every hour or so I start
A "Fund" for this or tnat;
But somehow or other.
In one way or t'otheiv
They fall extremely flat.
I fling my gold like sightless Plutus,
The mythological mint.
And prattle with unction
At every function
T .at m ir namA In nrlnt.
It Is my dally and dear endeavor.
My constant ena ana aim.
To scatter my ducats
In barrels and buckets.
And advertise my name.
Chicago Tribune
RENUNCIATION".
His Letter.
Dear Madge: Of course you've noticed
by the papers
That I've eschewed the Joys of single
life:
Renouncing all my former merry ca-
ners.
I snortly take unto myself a wife.
My stage-doors days, I feel, have found
an ending-
and each man is different from all other
men. That is the reason the practice
of medicine will always remain an art
as well as a science. A group of human
beings are not like a buttery of steam
boilers. The boilers. b(ing of similar
size, hold the same quantity of water
and generate the same quantity o(
steam under the same degree of heat
energy. Men. even of the same weight
and height, are totally unlike. Some
are dark and some are light, some are
strong ar.d some are weak. Each is a
physiological entity in himself. What,
is meat for one may be poison for
another.
"Speaking generally, an outdoor man
requires heat-producing, or energy-producing
foods, such as meat, sugar,
eggs, beans, peas and so on. The in
door man may safely eat the same
diet, but in smaller quantities. Any
sensible person is capable of regulat
ing and selecting his own food. He
knows what he can eat and what he
can't eat. If boiled cabbage offends
thee. let It alone. If lobster vexes thy
internals, try beefsteak or mutton
chops. Experience and science have
found that a mixed diet is better than
a diet confined to a few things. Scurvy
is caused by the absence of certain
food elements. Beriberi, so our inves
tigators in the Philippines have shown.
Is the result of a changeless diet of
overmilled rice.
"Food creates energy and repairs the
waste that occurs constantly in the
body. It must perform both functions
if one is to remain in good health.
When there is more heat than is neces
sary, perspiration begins, the lungs
evaporate moisture in the process of
breathing and there Is an automatic
rush of blood to the surface of the .
skin where it is cooled by the air. Tha
shiver of a chill is nature' attempt
to create a little heat.
Why Tropical People Eat Pepper.
"Nature, when it Is normal, la always
ready with its defenses and its emer
gency appliances. But the laws of na
ture, unlike the laws of countries, can
not be trampled under foot. "Thou shalt
eat no clams,' orders the digestive
Juices and machinery of a certain man.
He defies the warning and is immedi
ately condemned without bail or the
hope of a new trial. The call of the
body usually leads one along the path
of safety into good health. It has been
said that the appetite lags in hot coun
tries where the temperature of the
blood is kept up by the peculiar slant
of the sun instead of by food. An un
used appetite, the same as an unused
limb or muscle, loses its vigor. Con
sequently, so the theory runs, tropical
appetites crave red pepper aa a stimu
lant. Thus nature maintains a proper
balance. The languishing appetite gets
an impetus, as it were, and all goes
well with the person who consumes the
popper."
"Can't the manufacturers of rood get
along without using preservatives?"
"We know that some canned foods
can bo kept without preservatives. Aa
to all foods, I am not prepared to give
an opinion. We must work doubtful
questions out scientifically so that there
can be no valid ground for complaint.
The canning industry is Important, but
the health of the people should be
first in the thought of every man con
nected with the bureau of chemistry."
"Butter made In Winter," I said, "is
white naturally. Why should manu
facturers be permitted to color it yel
low?" "That is a subject for Congressional
discussion and action. The law gives
me no authority to stop creameries
from coloring their product. The
American people Beem to want yellow
butter. It is yellow when made of
the milk of cows eating the fresh, rich
grasses of June. " It is white when cows
are fed on hay. We think that yellow
ness means richness. So we demand
yellow butter the year through. The
people of Europe are not so foolish or
fastidious. They eat butter just as it
comes from the churn and are amused
to see Americans when at their tables
utterly destroy its flavor by sprinkling
it with salt."
(Copyright, 1913, by James B. Morrow.)
of the Daily Press
Most circumspect, from now, must
be my lot;
But, as you see, for old sake's sake,
I'm sending
An au revoir and this forget-me-not."
Her Letter.
"Dear Jim: Accept a friend's congratu
lations. I hope your luck will be tha bestest
yet.
Although I fear you'll miss your old
flirtations. "
Unless you've changed a . lot since
.last we met.
Be good to her and, ere this letter
closes,
One friendly word it's quite the
best I've got
Your marriage, Jim, will not be
strewn with roses.
Unless the tie's a real for-get-me-
knot."
Stanley Qulnn, in Judge.
PERPLEXITY OK HON. H. PECK.
He has bought his Winter coal
And his Winter overcoat.
But he can't, to save his soul.
Decide which way to vote.
His appetite is good.
And his outlook's fairly bright;
He would like to, if he could,
Vote to keep things going right.
Still, he can't, to save his life.
Leave his foolish doubts behind.
For the reason that his wife
Has not yet made up her mind.
"THERE WAS A "
There was a young man of Ky,
With ladles was almost too ly.
Wherever he'd go
They would bother him so,
by calling him "darling" and "dy."
Indianapolis News.
SWAMPED.
Her liquid voice could set aglow
His soul, ere they were wed;
And now her words torrential flow
O'er his devoted head.
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