Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989, September 21, 1958, Image 50

Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page. It is also available as plain text as well as XML.

    pf q
IK?
3
I LOVE
AUTUMN!
I love the bracing freshness of
the breeze. ..the splash of gold and
russet in the trees ... the cry of
birds flying south! Autumn is an
exciting time of change. It always
has been for me! It was autumn
when I made a most significant
change the change to Tampax!
, That was a happy change for
.me! For, in Tampax internal
sanitary protection, I discovered
the secret of those smart young
women I always admired women
who never seemed to have "prob
lem days." That secret lies in the
very promise of Tampax to help
you forget about differences in
days of the month !
I'm SO glad I changed to Tam
pax! Glad I said "good-bye" to
chafing pads and twisting belts.
To telltale lines and embarrassing
odor. To disposal problems. To
carrying problems. Now, when
"those days" come around, I can
always feci free and fresh fresh
as all outdoors fresh as autumn,
itself!
Tampax is available wherever drug
products are sold, in three absorb
encies: Regular, Super, Junior.
Tampax Incorporated, Palmer,
Massachusetts.
Live a
regular" life
-without
laxatives
What wouldn't you give to throw
away every laxative in your medi
cine chest? To live a "regular" life
again normally, naturally? Here's
how you can do it!
Medical science now has found
a miracle substance available as
Regutol that corrects constipa
' t ion... nor with laxatives but with
natural colonic moisture!
Doctors say most constipation is
due to waste losing moisture in the
colon becoming hard and dry. To
give relief, laxatives and "bulks"
have to force action in some un
natural, often uncomfortable way.
Regutol tablets work differ
ently! Entirely non-laxative, they
simply make the moisture in your
colon soften hard, dry waste more
effectively. Normal elimination
follows naturally!
Thus Regutol corrects consti
pation and restores - regularity as
no laxative can usually in just 3
days! Try it; see how much better
you feel. 30 tablets, only $1.00.
Regutol Rgj
NOT A IAXATIVE RejtutDl
NOT HAilT-fORMINO
GmraiHttd hfV I
AfflUEnTS
foot, itch?
Here's instant relief, proved
by government hospital 1
At first sign of agonizing toe itch,
use amazing Ting Medicated
Cream I Tests by government hos
pital prove Ting brings relief
three ways: (1) Instantly relieves
itching and soothes sore, burning
skin! (2) On 60-second contact,
destroys fungi that cause Athlete's
Foot I (3) Aids healing of cracked,
peeling toes. Ting's "dry cream"
formula dries quickly to an anti
septic powder that clings... con
tinuing relief for hours! Grease
less, stainless. At all druggists.
Only 79. Money back if not satis
fled. 1958 Pharma-Craft Corp.
mi
m
DRIVE
SAFELY
burn?r
u
GET TOTAL RELIEF FROM EXCESS j
STOMACH ACIDS IN SECONDS! J
TUMS ARE ECONOMICAL -3 ROUS ONIY 25 j
... I am wearing the last night of Summer.
Here on the lonely road in the mystic moonlight there is no sound in the
world except the silent fish splashing in the river.
Sunlight would create in living splendor the bronze and gold of the trees
along the bluffs and the water would shine and sparkle in the blue
reflected from the Autumn sky.
But it is night.
The last night.
Under my feet are the sharp spikes of gravel on the road, but there is no
reality of sense or feeling except the rainbow nimbus of the moon which slides
like silk from cloud to cloud and shimmers across the still water.
If I had cut these trees from black paper and pasted the stars among them, I
could feel no more a part of them than in this peculiar joining.
In a moment I will remember that there is a cottage behind me with the
brightness of chintz at the windows. In a moment I will taste again the garlic of
the steak and the sharp retort of the Roquefort. In a moment I will turn and
walk this road and become again a part of a party, a minor being who shuts
from sight the melody of night.
The last night.
. The last fragment of Summer. -
And then I walk in my teetering heels and my thin stockings up the rise of
ground and across the wet grass and into the cottage. In the cacophony of
their laughter and the dissonance of their words, there is one who
remembers me and knows, as I do not, that it is long since I closed the door
behind me and left them for some other world known only to me.
How shall I explain? Shall I say I have been granted a great gift, a
present of perception which bestows on me alone this night and this
majesty? That is sacrilege.
Then how shall I communicate this perfect peace to any other?
Perhaps I need not.
Perhaps it is enough to bow my head on the lonely road on the last
night and feel its grandeur move me to whisper the two words which
translate it to myself:
Thank you.
18
Family Weekly. September 21, 1951