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About Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 20, 1963)
Sunk By PERIODIC PAIN Every month Deborah wis sunk hy fmutkttal mtnstrtmi Jutrtu. Now she lust tikes Midol and goes her way in comfort because Midol ttblets contain: An exclusive inti-spasmodic due Stow Champing ... Medically-approved ingredients -that Rbubvb hbadachb and Back achi . . . Calm Jumpy Nbjlvbs A special, mood-brightening med ication that Chases "Blubs. "WHAT WOMEN WANT TO KNOW" . Ft. Ill Frank, rovooling 32-pog book, o. plaint womonhood'i nott common phydcol problomt. Wrillnn by a phyiician. Writs Depl.32, Sox 280, Now Yoifc 10. N.Y. (Snl in plain wrappor J Saved r STOP PAIN INSTANTLY COMBAT INFECTION PROMOTE HEALING WITH 8007HINB Campho Phenique (moHouttceo CMf-M-mt-m) USE IT FOR FEVER BLISTERS COLD SORES, GUM BOILS Not only ilo fever bllaters heal faster, but the name thing happens when Cam-pho-Phenlquc Is used on cold acre, sum bolla. Wonder fully ooth In too, L'VM poison Ivy, Itching; of Insect bites. Anil Campho- Phenlnue la a highly effective, pa In -re lie vlnar antiseptic for minor cuts and scratches from jttarlng knives, can openers, tin , cans, etc. 1 Vnetl on pimples, Campho- Phenlque helps prevent their spread and re-Infection. Cordon Btoooyl Cooking! an art, or supposed to be, So I never go by a recipe. Soup 'or salads or rakes or piess I cook ad lib and I improvise. A dab of thai, a Utile of thisi I throw it together hit or mis. For art' not art if you bind and curb it. So be it bean or banana sherbet, I blithely ing, "A fig for the book!" And, golly, am I a lousy cook! Ceorgie Slarbuek GalbrmUk Quips t$M and w Quotes Like many husbands, he had a hard time getting started for work in the morning. This particular day he sat bleary-eyed at the kitchen table and after a long silence said: "Make mine coffee and a roll no butter, please." The wife looked at him quizzically. "Aren't you going to work today?" "Good heavens!" he exclaimed, looking at his watch. "I thought I was at the office already!" Giles H. Runyon As part of a government project, a group of Eskimos was sent on a tour of U.S. cities. When one re turned home, he proudly carried a long piece of pipe, which he prompt ly stuck through the roof of his igloo. "What's that?" asked his puzzled wife. "That's something I picked up on my trip," the Eskimo said proudly. "When you want heat, you just bang on this pipe." Frances Benson Supormarkotoors By Bob Gustafson Words I Wn Sorely Tomptod to Spoak to a Young Callor Yes, dear, I love your picture, I think it's perfectly fine. I especially like that up-and-down, Squiggly, Bix-foot line. . Now why not take your crayon And draw that whole design For your Mommy on her fresh painted wall. Like you did for me on mine? . Barbara Gardner II-HI IN the dark hours of my life there were two dreams. One was a book bearing my name. One was a cottage with roses around its door. In the passage of years, the pres sure of time, I had half -relinquished both. In the velvet night I lay in my alien bed and could not And the cot tage lane, could not conjure the book. The loss of them I reconciled in scorn for my romanticism, rejection of a childlike faith. Today there is no way to put into words the joy which is mine. Beside me on this table are the key to my cottage, the book filled with my 14 Family Weekly. January 20, IM1 thoughts. I need not be reminded that these are tangible and not half so great as the verities which can neither be seen nor touched. I know the cottage is weathered and has no roses. I know the book is neither bound in vellum nor inscribed in gold. But I knew both dreams at once from long association of hope and yearning. I sit in the light of my own hearth and admire the skill of artists who gave ftiy hesitant words a color and appeal they never owned. Per haps this little house will not last me all the days of my life. Perhaps this little book is only a wayside toward the road's end. Yet both are a culmination, though I played small part in them, and I bask, therefore, in gratitude, not in glory. Yet all of you who have seen dreams come true will understand that life does not often give pure delight rising like a fountain from a well seemingly dry. When it hap pens, its sweet waters fill the heart to overflowing. And so I am impelled to share this with you, not so much for my own sake as for all of you whose dreams are dust. Wait a little while. Never give up. Dreams, blessed dreams, do come true. I know! I know! f ;, S i ava
