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THE SUNDAY OREGOXIATf, PORTLAND, MAT 21, 1923
MARGOT ASQUITH SCORES PERSONAL TRIUMPH IN CANADA
AND FINDS PREMIER KING TO BE STRAIGHT AND MODEST
Leaders of Opposing Political Parties Meet Each Other at Luncheon in Honor of Visiting Englishwoman, Who Finds "Apathy and Breeding"
" Distinguishing Features of Dominion Lectures, Though Ovation at Toronto Nearly Ends in Riot.
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lulled to sleep by the old love songs
you used to sins.
I have tried faithfully to reconcile
myself to your roving:; tried to be
happy tn dreaming- of your return
but always comes that doleful whisper
in my ear: "Maybe he won't come
back." And it seems as though "the
whole 'wide world is painted gray on
gray, and wonderland forever is gone
past."
Now the sadows have faJlen and
the moon is coming up behind the
trees. I shall go wearily back down
through the shadows and the moon
light to the old home and there, un
til life s sorrows are ended, I will
wait for you.
Yours of the old days always and
always, JOAN.
I
I MET Arthur Meighen, ex-prime
minister of Canada, and the pres
ent premier, MacKenzie King, at
the same lunch in Ottawa, where I
Was entertained by Sir George and
lady Perley. In inviting the defeat
ed minister and Mr. King, my host
ess reminded me of the early days
When, in my father's house, Mr. Glad
stone, Randolph Churchill and other
cabinet ministers of rival parties met
and conversed together.
; I was grateful to Mr. Meighen for
the cordiality with which he greeted
me, as the thoughtful Canadian press
had added impromptu reflections of
their own to what I had said of him.
I sat next to Mr. Kine, but as we
had no opportunity of private con
versation, he invited me to go to his
home for supper that night after my
lecture.
It does not take a long sojourn in
Canada to see that Prime Minister
King will need all his courage and
Independence to stand up to the hos
tility of his conservative opponents.
But if he is able to make himself
known to thinking men his admin-'
istration ought to be successful.
The Canadian premier is a man
after my own heart shrewd, straight,
modest and cultured. I was surprised
to find how niuch he knew, not only
of the political situation in England,
but of the chief characters concerned
in it
After discussing Mr. Lloyd George,
Mr. Churchill, Lord Birkenhead and
Mr. Bonar Law's Canadian friend,
Lord Beaverbrook, we talked of Sir
IWIlfred Laurier, President Harding
and Mr. Hughes.
Mr. King spoke with genuine ad
miration of the Washington confer
ence and agreed with me in con
demnation of the many foolish and
futile confabulations that had pre
ceded it.
He asked me about labor conditions
in England and the Irish free state.
As he had settled many Canadian
strikes he was interested in unem
ployment. I said "the land fit for
iheroeB to live in" was a less fashion
able resort than was generally sup
posed, and that thanks to the policy
of "official reprisals" the ground had
not been prepared in a manner to en
courage either Craig or Collins to
place implicit confidence in the coali
tion. He told me that reprisals had come
as a great shock to all thoughtful
people and, pointing to a fine Italian
picture of Our Lord hanging on the
wall, asked me if his life had capti
vated me as much as it had him.
I said that following it appeared
to me the only chance we could ever
have of acquiring that purity of heart
which would enable us to see God;
and walked up to examine the picture.
The next day I lunched with the
premier and met one of the two sit
ting members for Ottawa, Hal Mc
Giverin, and the Hon. Dr. Henri Be
land (minister of soldiers' civil re-
establishment), who was a distin- I
fruished physician in Belgium when
the war broke out and was taken
prisoner by the Germans and con
fined for more than three years.
During Dr. Beland's incarceration
ihis wife died in Belgium and he was
not permitted to attend her death
bed or her funeral. He wrote "A
Thousand and One Days in Prison in
Berlin."
I also met the Hon. George Gra
ham, minister of militia, whose only
eon was killed in the war; the Hon.
Sir Lomer Gouin, minister of jus
tice, and the only other lady, Mrs.
G. B. Kennedy, who made up the
party.
We had general conversation,
which my stepson Raymond once de
scribed as a series of "ugly ruses
and awkward pauses," but on this
occasion most successful, as we dis
cussed politics and books.
! I asked my neighbor what the sta
tue was which commanded such a
wonderful view near the houses of
parliament. He told me it was "Sir
Galahad," and had been erected in
memory of a deed of heroism and
ihad no other inscription upon it.
A young man called Henry Albert
Harper was skating with a friend
when he observed a couple in front
of him d'sappear into the river at a
sttdden break in the ice. He sent his
companion to shone for help and ly
ing down, stretched out his walking
Ktick to see if the girl in the water
or her friends could catch hold of
lit.
Seeing that this was impossible, as
they could not reach him, he rose to
his feet and took off his coat. The
ther skaters implored him not to
attempt their rescue as it apparently
meant certain death for him aa well.
What lse-aa I do 7" said, young
Harper and plunged into the icy cur
rent. The three dead bodies were
recovered the next morning.
Hearing that Mr. King had writ
ten a memoir of voung Harper, who
had been his greatest friend, I begged
him to give me a-copy of it. He sent
it to me with his autograph in it
and asked me to sign his volume of
my own autobiography, which he ad
mired. I was sorry to say goodbye
to the Canadian premier.
The capital of the dominion is a
beautiful town, wonderfully situated
and in spite of being covered with
snow was dancing and radiant with
spangles and sunshine.
A greater contrast to the audiences
of New York. Boston, Chicago, Ro
chester and Toronto than the one I
addressed in Ottawa could hardly be
lmagined, and I recognized some of
the apathy and "breeding." which had
characterized my listeners in Mon
treal. I was introduced to several select
and fashionable people and one gen
eration gave me an inventory of our
British aristocracy, most of whom he
had known and stayed with.
I felt like putting my arm on his
shoulder and saying with sympathy,
".Never mind," but refrained.
In Montreal I was introduced at his
majesty's theater by Mrs. Huntley
Drummond, a very delightful woman,
a relative of the well-known Lady
Drummond, and spoke to a lady-like
assemblage in a blizzard of draughts.
I was relieved a feeling which I
thought the audience shared when
the lecture was over, and whether
from the fatigue of a night journey,
or the refinement of my female lis
teners, I formed an unfavorable im
pression of the intellectual manners
and vitality of Montreal.
Oswald Balfour, military secretary
to the governor-general, an old man
with a huge bag of golf clubs, and
several other friendly people, visited
me in the green room later.
The oM man showed me a photo
graph of my father, given to him on
the links at Carnoustie, which touched
me deeply.
When Lady Drummond said that I
had a beautiful smile and the papers
said I had a golden voice, I felt less
exbausted as I resumed my journey
No one who has not been en tour in
America can imagine the fatigue of
crowaea eievators, shaky trains and
perpetual traveling.
At Toroto I limited my address to
an hour and 15 minutes, longer than
wnich no one can. be expected to en
dure.'and as we still had time before
catching a midnight ' train, I invited
my enthusiastic audience onto the
stage.
At this the platform was stormed
and I was seized by hands and arms,
showered with compliments and, never
at any time a robust figure, so crowd
ed and crushed that I felt suffocated.
My chairman did his best, but it was
not until my secretary, in a voice of
thunder, begged them not to mob me,
as I had to catch a train, that I was
allowed to move., They all rushed to
the stage door shouting:
"We think you are wonderful!"
"Why can't you Btay with us?"
"You must come back!"
"You're perfectly lovely!"
We had to lock one of the doors of
the green room, but while I was given
brandy and congratulated by my
chairman and his family, a very old
charwoman peeped in at another door,
saying with emotional timidity:
Excuse me, but though I am only a
poor old woman who sweeps the stage.
I would like to shake hands with you.
The last famous person that I spoke
to was Mme. Calve, over whom we
were all crazy; I may say she let me
kiss her hand.
I turned and kissed the old lady on
both her wrinkled cheeks, at which
she blessed me and burst into tears.
I felt like doing the same, but was
steadied by the presence of my jolly
chairman and his relations. It was
with a feeling of tense gratitude that
I heard our motor announced.
Clinging to the arm of my secretary,
I swayed through an enthusiastic
crowd gathered on the pavement.
They were cheering, waving handker
chiefs and throwing up their hats.
Half of the audience appeared to have
collected round our motor and we had
the greatest difficulty in reaching it.
Knowing that this sort of thing
probably never will happen 1 to me
again, and with a touch of vanity that
I seldom feel, I wished my husband
had been there to witness my unex
pected triumph!
Lying awake that night, I won
dered what I would have felt had I
married a man who had consented to
be either governor-general of Canada
or viceroy of India. I can imagine no
career, excepting perhaps that of a
minor royalty, that I would have
minded as much.
Noi all tho great functions, per
sonal prestige, wonderful scenery, i ig-
sticking in the east or skating in the
dominion, would make up to me for
the friendships without intimacy and
grandeur without gaiety. .
I came to the conclusion that only
men of a certain kind of vanity or
animated by the highest sense of pub- in The Oregonian.
lie duty could ever be found to fill
these honorable positions.
(Copyright, 1922, by the Bell Syndicate,
Inc. Copyright in Great Britain by Thorn
ton Butterworth, Ltd.)
American men and women from the per
sonal side are discussed in Mrs. Asquith's
next article, wnicn appears next Sunday
Real Love Stories
M
T DEAREST: This evening: I
have come away from cares of
the world to our old lookout.
I want to watch the sun go to rest
behind the purple hills and I am re
membering the last time we watched
the sunset you and I. - With the
poignant, bittersweet pain of that
memory comes a sadness and a long
ing for you that will no longer be
denied. Perhaps you will never see
this letter; perhap when you have
returned from your wanderings for
me I will have gone on my last, long
journey, but 1 will know, dear one,
when you come, and I shall wait for
you on the further shore.
Now the sun is alomst gone and
the world seems quietly and beauti
fully at peace, but my dear! my dear
the dull throbbing, aching sadness of
the twilight brings me no peace.
shall ; know peace once more only
when I can feel your arms about me
and your, kisses on my lips; when
can rest my weary head on the dear
roughness of your snoulder and be
T was early in May of our last year
at boarding school, and we were
all excited about the annual masque
carnival. My chum and I had rented
costumes; she was to be Marie An
tainette, while I was Mary Queen of
Scots.
We looked regal when we dressed
that evening, with our crowns and
sweeping trains, so we obtained per
mission to slip over to the hotel lo
cated at the end of our grounds to
show ourselves to my mother, who had
come tor the festivities. This hotel,
a rendezvous for huntera and sports
men in season, Was rather deserted
now.
It was just dusk when we stepped
in the side door, and we noticed two
young men sitting In the lobby with
their backs to us.
We stopped to take a second look
and heard 4ne exclaim: "Thi3 is the
most deserted place in America we 11
get oit of here in the morning."
I had a nappy thought, and, taking
tho housekeeper into confidence, told
her we would try to give them some
excitement.
A few minutes later the young men.
speechless with surprise, saw two
queens descending the stairs talking
arnestly in French. I might add that
our fluent French consisted of about
five phrases, so if the boys had any
knowleage of it our plans would nave
fallen through. We approached them.
curtsied deeply, and both started to
talk at the same time. They explained
by gesture that they didn't under
stand, so we walked slowly away.
As we neared a door at the end of
tho coirldor the housekeeper, by ar
rangement, came out and passed us
without a look. We only waited to
hear the boys ask her who the two
queens she passed in the hall were.
She told them they were seeing things,
as no one had passed her. They must
hav 3 concluded the place was haunted.
foj they left that night
A year later one of the class had a
house party to which my chum and I
were invited. On the second night we
were all sitting around the fire telling
funny stories. We told ours and every
one had a good laugh.
From that time on one of the men
became quite attentive to my chum,
and after The house party broke up
a liveiy correspondence was kept up.
He seemed to have business which
took him to her city frequently, and
finally their engagement was an
nounccd. Not until after they were
marriel did he tell hei that he was
one of the boys at the hotel, and
though her face was familiar, he
nadn't. recognized her without the
crown. He said they never mentioned
the. incident to any one and it had
always mystified them.
Now she is an uncrowned queen
with several loyal little subjects.
J. C. M.
BIG GROWTH PREDICTED
Speaker Says Portland Will Have
500,000 People in 1937.
A population of half a million in
1937 was predicted for Portland by
H. M. Burston of the Pacific Tele
phone & Telegraph company in an
address at the luncheon of the Port
land Realty club at the Multnomah
hotel yesterday noon.
Mr. Burston based his prediction
on the city's development in the past
and pointed out predictions made in
a survey of the city by the telephone
company in 1916, which have been
wholly or partially fulfilled. He said
that among the tninga foreseen in
this survey was that the city would
reach the half million mark in 20
years' time.
Music was furnished by the tele
phone male quartet, a mixed quartet
and a eextet. W. B. Shively spoke
on a phase of the mechanics' lien
law.
BLUE SKY J-AW OPPOSED
Mining Men and Brokers Behind
Fight Against Legislation.
SPOKANE, Wash., May 20. The
Northwest Mining association, com
posed principally of mining men and
brokers of this vicinity, has taken
steps for the collection of a fund of
11000 to fight so-called "blue sky
legislation. One of the first moves to
be made in the campaign will be to
send a delegate to the conference to
be held at Denver, June 20 and 21,
to discuss means of combating such
legislation. Sidney Norman has been
selected to represent the northwest
association at the Denver meeting.
Other activities will include circu
lation of some 10,000 pamphlets con
taining correspondence between Mr,
Norman, who is editor of a mining
journal published here, and Repre
sentative Denison, author of a bill in
congress to regulate issuance of se
curities.
BEAVER TRAPPED TO PROTECT RANCHERS IN KITTITAS COUNTY, WASHINGTON.
COUNTT GAME WARDEN WIISON, ONE OF HIS DEPUTIES AND MR, BUZZELL, A TRAPPER 60 YEARS OLD,
v 1 1 ii jioke THAU 75 rifiirs umui o shifmcht.
ELLENSBURG, Wash., May 20. (Special.) Kittitas county, Washington, is one of the few places in the north'
west still having too many beaver. The little animals, once so numerous that practically every stream in the
west bore mute evidence of their presence, are now nearly extinct and are protected very stringently by game
laws in every etate and county. In Kittitas county they have multiplied under protection to an extent that
makes them a nuisance to irrigationists, their industry in building dams being a menace to the ditches.
During the last winter steps have been taken to protect the ranchers who have been the heaviest losers, and
the county game commission authorized the game wardens to trap them. The pelts bring from $20 to 1 40 in the
fur markets, ,
MRS. COOLIDGE "PLAYS GAME";
MISSES NEW ENGLAND HOME
Wife of Vice-President, Surrounded by Wealth and Fashion of Wash
ington and Brilliantly Entertained, Yet Somewhat Lonely.
fee ' 4;AimfJ 1, , i "U
Ifrs. Calvin Coolidge is lonely.
Wife of the vice-president, officially des
ignated the Second Lady of the Land, sur
rounded by the wealth and fashion of
Washington, sought after and brilliantly
entertained, yet she missea New England.
At times, Mrs. coolldge says, she would
ike to be back again in the home at
Northampton.
If you do not believe that "Judy O'Grady
and the colonel's lady are sisters, etc.,"
read this very intimate pen picture of the
difficult life that besets one of the high
est placed women on earth.
The wife of the vice-president or the
United States has her own little house
hold cares and when she does not have
them she worries over their absence just
as her sisters do.
Mrs. Coolidge tells readers of this paper
exactly how she spends her busy hours
and why she is lonely.
BY VTLLA POE. '
WASri-LisijiuiN, v. u.. May zu.
Put joy and interest into daily
tasks aa the kflvnote of the
psychology of living, is the recipe,
given by Mrs. Calvin Coolidge, wife
of the vice-president of the United
States. I
As the wife of the second officer
of the land, Mrs. Coolidge is caught
in the vortex of engagements, social
and official, which leave her but a
few hours in which to do as she may
please.
I sat with Mrs. Coolidge for several
hours the other day in the tastefully
appointed drawing room of the vice
presidential suite of the New Willard
hotel and watched her cheerfully per
form the multitude of routine mat
ters, one of the consequences of her
high position in Washington life. I
marveled to see her untiring energy
and the interest she gave to each new
demand, regarding wnat others would
consider humdrum and tiresome du
ties as privileges and opportunities to
serve others.
Programme Exacting One.
There I learned her splendid secret
of living in the fierce light that rests
upon officialdom, and under wnose
glare so many women similarly situ
ated have relapses into nervous
breakdowns or suffered otherwise
from the severe strain.
And, in passing, It should be men
tioned that the wife of the vice-pres
ident is not exempt from embassy
dinners and other official functions,
as is the wife of the president.
Mrs. Coolidge came to Washington
prepared to "play the game" and de
termined to really fill the exacting
role assigned to her in the scheme of
national official life. This meant al
most the complete sacrifice of "family
life." but "duty" is a bright and shin-
ins: word in the Coolldge lexicon.
The carrying out oi mis programme
means that there are very few days
in which she can lunch alone or with
members of her family, and a daily
round of teas, meetings, dinners prac
tically every night and an attendance
on all manner of charity affairs
Smile Is Infection.
"It is just the same merry-go-round
dav after day and ntgnt alter nignt,
said Mrs. Coolidge with an infectious
smile and sparkling eyes that made
me know that in very truth she did
reeard it as a "merry-go-round.
"Bored? The vivacious little woman
seemed surprised at my question
"why, never! I enjoy it all. Every
time I go out in Washington I meet
interesting people and learn some
thing new or am made happy by a
story that has pleased me.
"Perhaps," she acknowledged
would be bored if I permitted myself
to lose interest in people. But hu
man beings have always been my fa
vorite books. Certainly, as the wife
of the vice-president, I am very for
tunate in being able to meet practi
cally every interesting person in
America and those who come from
overseas."
"Do I like living In a hotel?" Mrs,
Coolidee became srrave at this ques
tion, and one could see memories of
that happy home in Northampton in
her eyes. "Well, said she finally, J
love my home at Northampton de
votedly, and it is hard to create a
real home atmosphere In a hotel suite.
I miss the opportunity of doing the
things that are at one's hand in a
house. But " this with a little wave
of the hand about the comfortable
apartment "I am persuaded that liv
lng in a hotel is the solution of the
living problem for us.
"I want to play the game," she re
Iterated, as if she did not dare let her
thoughts dwell too much on the joys
of that Northampton home, "and if I
play it and do everything that is ex
pected of me, there is no time for the
discharge of domestic duties. In
hotel I have service of every kind at
hand, and never have to face the
problems of catering. I can give
tea or have a few friends for dinner
or for luncheon simply by telling the
hotel officials, and I need trouble no
more. The hotels in Washington have
learned the art of official entertain
ing through long experience. ' 'Home
like atmosphere and no trouble to the
hostess' is their motto," she finished.
with a laugh.
"But," Mrs. Coolidge glanced out at
the hurrying throngs just released
from the daily grind of the govern
mer.t clerk, "I would like to have :
real home in Washington in the pret
tiest part, but then we would have
to have more servants and a house
keeper, which would mean very large
expenditures.
The day with Mrs. Coolidge begins
with breakfast with her husband
usually in the public dining room of
the hotel. After breakfast they re
turn to their apartment to discuss
any plans for the day. Before 9:30
the vice-president leaves for the cap
ltol, then business hours begin for
Mrs. Coolldge.
Many Have "Axe to Grind."
Callers on legitimate business and
others with "axes to grind" who, try
to see her, occupy the interim be
tween 10:30 and luncheon, while con
sultations with her secretary and the
reading and answering of a huge
mail take up any spare moments here
and there.
These letters come virtually by the
hundreds, mostly from people with
whom Mrs. Coolidge has no personal
acquaintance. They are assorted in
piles, appeals, inquiries, requests for
interviews, personal correspondence,
each has its separate pile. Mrs.
Coolidge makes a valiant effort to
read every piece of it.
The bulk of the mail contains ap
peals for aid In charitable endeavors
and organization work, while re
quests by the hundreds pile up for
articles to be auctioned for this or
that benefit.
There are very few personal ap
peals for money, although Mrs. Cool
idge receives the usual collection o
hand - made waists, handkerchiefs,
fancy work of all descriptions show
ered upon official women to be paid
for at the senders prices.
Chain Letter Ignored.
No matter how willing the spirit
may be, it is not possible for any
one save a multi-millionaire to re
spond to these appeals, so Mrs. Cool
idge has had to make a rule return
ing all such articles with a courteous
note of regret to their owners. The
expenditure of stamps for this pur
pose is not small, for these amateur
parcel post and mail-order merchants
never seem to consider the possibility
of their goods being returned and
rarely include postage.
Numberless chain letters also ap
pear in the mail. To these she pays
no attention, for to do so would take
the entire time of a secretary, and
the forwacding of them by Mrs. Cool
idge would mean an indorsement of
their aims which she frequently
would not feel she could thus indorse.
Mrs. Coolidge's New England effi- -ciency
has stood her in good stead
in answering her mail. She has com
piled a series of letters couched in
polite terms. These are used as forms
for the various trpes of letters and
result in having her correspondence
answered in about one-third of the
time it would otherwise occupy.
The persistency of humanity, espe
cially "one idea persons," is seen in
the fact that return appeals to these
polite regrets are very often received.
The great invader of privacy, the
telephone, rings at intervals during
Mis. Coolidge's mornings.
It is answered by a trim young
person with fluffy, bobbed hair, who
is part maid, assistant secretary and
general factotum of the apartment.
This important cog in Mrs. Coolidge's
domestic wheel takes the caller's
name. Sometimes she can take the
message. At other times Mrs. Cool
idge goes in person to the telephone
to talk to a senator's wife or one
of the local society editors, or social
writers for out-of-town papers or
special writers. Mrs. Coolidge has
ndeared herself to the newspaper
fraternity of the capital, for she is
always most considerate and helpful.
Eventually prominent visitors to
Washington and those who come to
further national movements or pri
vate enterprises find their way to
Mrs. Coolldge. Each applicant for an
interview receives special attention,
and those who have real business and
just claims can ever gain her sympa
thetic ear.
Mrs. Coolidge is a college woman
and shows the result of that training
in her common sense view of matters
and her ability to temper justice with
mercy and saneness. She also has
a keen sense of humor which is often
a saving grace in her day. She avoids
entering into controversial matters.
Boys Get Their Letters,
The busy morning is nearly ended
and she has only had time to dictate
a few personal messages and letters.
But she has written her weekly let
ters to her boys at Mercersburg
academy, Pennsylvania, a pleasant
duty she never permits anything to
delay or to crowd to one side.
On Tuesday Mrs. Coolidge meets
with the wives of the senators at the
Capitol for the regular weekly lunch
eon of the ladies of the senate, of
which she is president, an outgrowth
of war activities. Mrs. Harding has
frequently been a guest of honor, as
have Mrs. Taft and other distin
guished women. This organization
of representative women is ready for
service at any time.
On other days Mrs. Coolidge is ant
to be guest of honor at diplomatic,
official and social luncheons here.
It is an open secret that Mrs.
Coolidge's presence always makes a
"party go," she is always so radiant
and smiling and amiable. The after
noon projects are teas, although she
is exempt from attendance, but often
good naturedly honors her friends at
these functions and other social en
tertainments, including weddings.
now the spring days are here.
Mrs. Coolidge really loves to shake
hands and so her day at home the
first Wednesday of each month finds
many repeaters in line. Even after
she has greeted hundreds of persons
Mrs. Coolidge looks fresh and is still
smiling.
She has been credited with a mem
ory course, for pepole are often
startled by the ease with which she
can recall names and the place where
they had previously met her.
The vice-president and Mrs. Cool
idge find one advantage in being the
ranking guests at dinner parties
save when the president and Mrs.
Harding are there in that they can
go home early. This is also true of
all gatherings, for they seldom stay
after 12 o'clock. Thus winds up their
long day of strenuous and faithful
service to others.
(Copyright by the Twenty-First Century
Prpps.)
THOUSANDS HAVE
And Call ' It Indigestion A Dangerous
Disease Frequently Neglected
How to Tell.
Gas and a sour, burning stomach with
coated tongue and bad breath are not 'cer
tain symptoms of simple indigestion. In
thousands of cases, where they frequently
occur, the trouble really is duo to a
chronic gastric catarrh of the stomach
an exceedingly dangerous condition.
The membrane lining of the stomach ia
thickened and a coating of phlegm covers
the surface so that the digestive fluids
cannot mix with the food and digest them.
Gastric ulcers are apt to form and fre
quently an ulcer is the first sign of deadly
cancer.
To neglect such a condition or to treat
it as Indigestion and dose the stomach
with artificial digestents like pepsin pills
is a serious mistake as many have learned
to their sorrow. A simple and highly ef
fective treatment is to get from any good
drug store a few ounces of pure Bisurated
Magnesia and take before meals a tea
spoonful" or two tablets in a cup of water
as hot as you can drink it. The hot water
washes the mucus from the stomach walls
and draws the blood to the stomach induc
ing better circulation while the Bisurated
Magnesia acts as a solvent on the mucus
neutralizes any excess hydrochloric acid
that may be present, cleans and sweetens
the stomach and acts as a soothing, heal
ing agent on the irritated stomach walls.
Noticeable benefit is felt almost immedi
ately, and continued use for a reasonable
time should put the stomach in fine shape
and permit normal painless digestion at
all times.
If your stomach bothers you be sure to
make this test, using only the pure Bis
urated Magnesia especially prepared for
this purpose. Adv.
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. GIVE CALIFORNIA
FIG SW
Harmless Laxative to Clean Little Bowels and Sweeten
Sour, Colic Stomach Babies Love It
. Millions of mothers depend upon
genuine California Fig Syr.up to clean
and freshen baby's stomach and
bowels.
When the little one is constipated,
has wind, colic, feverish breath, coat
ed tongue, or diarrhoea, a half tea
spoonful promptly moves the poison,
gases, bile, souring food and waste
right out. Never cramps or overact
Contains no narcotics or soothing
drugs. Babies love its delicious taste.
Ask your druggist for genuine
"California Fig Syrup," which has
full directions for infants in arms
and children of all ages plainly
printed on bottle. Mother, you must
say "California' or you may get an
imitation fig syrup. Adv.