The Exeter Advocate, 1894-7-26, Page 2Mife.
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A DAY ON THE OLD PLANTATION.
la Alt away from. the noise of the
.least' w ,rid lay aur old country
me, dreaming row y its' time
amid the perfume of Southern
roses, and beneath the azure of
Southern skies.
\'Ve had wondered time after
time how our dainty cousin Grace, who
had passed the sixteen years of her life in
busy New Orleans, would enjoy spending
the autumn on our quiet farm, whose
fertile fields whispered of peace and plen-
ty, and whose every spot of ground was
endeared to us, being the home of our
childhood and the abode of our ancestors
for generations past,
It is true the house was sadly in need
of paint and repairs, and I know Grace's
first impressions were to that effect; but
mother, in her quiet way, which no one
ever disputed, had declared that she
would first odueate her five children, and
the repairing could come later. Grace
came; and when the fresh, bracing Oc-
tober breezes had brought the roses to
her pale cheeks (for she had been very ill
and had come to us to recuperate), we all
proposed a visit to the old plantation, ten
miles distant. It lay along the bank of
the winding Alabama, and from earliest
childhood our chief delight had been to
picnic there, occasionally making a fest-
ive and all -day affair of it ; and selecting
Saturday, when the children could also
accompany us.
The rising sun smiled upon us as, well
packed in the large plantation wagon, we
were briskly drawn along by the two
stout mules, the children's pets, and the
pride of our old-time driver, Uncle Pomp.
The gorgeous glory of the autumn
glowed around us, and our spirits ran
high. Each vied with the other in tell-
ing tales of the old plantation darkies,
whom we had known all our lives, and
who ever warmly welcomed the com-
ing of "Marne John's chillun," as they
termed us; but we had always styled our-
selves "the tribe." The huge 'box stow-
ed away under the last waggon seat was
well filled with remembrances for the for-
mer favorite slaves of the family, and old
clothes for their pickaninnies,
At last the familiar fields were reached,
and stretching on all sides, as far as the
eye could see, lay acre after acre of the
snowy staple, hanging ready to be picked..
The negroes were there, too, in groups—
tor a darkey never works alone if he can
avoid it—and their songs and laughter
rang out over the fields, making melody
in the bright gold of the sunlight. Across
each left shoulder was flung a string, to
which was attached the sack for holding
the cotton, which, when filled, was empt-
ied into the large basket at the end of
each long cotton row. A few little dark-
ies were also seen, whom the grown ones
always take with them to serve them in
any way they may need, but, in particu-
lar, to bring fresh water from a spring or
"branch," which frequently is half a
mile distant ; and the little blacks tramp
back and forth many times during the
day, bringing the liquid in jugs, from
which, in the absence of a cup, they all
drink without hesitancy.
Of course the waggon had to be stop-
ped to allow our three boys to taste of
this wondrous water, and imitating the
field hands they, too, drank from the
mouth of the jug, the reward given to the
young blacks for this great privilege of
fetching the water being a biscuit apiece
—a great luxury upon the plantation,
where wheat bread is unknown. The
order to drive on being given, we left the
little negroes staring after us in open-
mouthed amazement.
A mile farther and we reached " the
quarter," as the largest assemblage of
cabins is called, the house of the overseer
generally being amo _g or near them.
In those days father did not indalge an
the luxury of a regular overseer ; his eld-
est born, a young man of five and twenty,
acted in. that capacity, and was, as the
older heads declared, '° the finest youn
farmer in the country round." Toni ha
voluntarily taken upon himself the affairs
of the plantation, and he now thought
no one could manage as he could, and
absolutely refused to leave his business
for frolics of any kind, except on rare and
stated occasions. He made his home
down here, returning to us on Saturday
evening, but leaving for his work again
long before we had waked upon Monday
morn.
Tom had been notified of our coming,
and he hastened out to meet us, for he
loved us all, from the gray-haired father
down to baby May, and the children
hung upon him, having jumped out to
meet him even before Uncle Pomp could
bring his mules to a stand,
" There, you little rascals, that is
enough," shouted. Tom, as he tried to dis-
engage himself from their grasp. " Let
me help the others out. If you look in
my room behind the bed maybe you'll
find something Mingo has saved for
you."
Visions of that " something " at that
moment proving more attractive than
Tom, the three boys scampered off, while
Tom. lifted us to the ground, beginning
with May, a miss of five.
" Fine weather for cotton picking, fa-
ther," said: this model farmer, " I hard-
ly know which is fairest, my guests or
the day," he added, turning to Grace and
me.
"Thank you," said she. " You are
suck an admirer of Nature in her beauty
that I knew you would not overlook our
many attractions."
Tom laughed.
"We have wondrous appetites," I ex-
cleamed, as we ascended the stops to his
gallery and thence into his bachelor
ranch, which had been swept, garnished
and arrayed in its holiday attire for our
especial benefit. "Have you notified
Aunt Dilsoy of that fact ?"
"I have, my dear ; but it was unnec-
essary, as the good soul knows you of old
and has had that remarkable set o:
' grandchilluu' at work sines dawngath-
ening trash for your benefit. See them
' bringing in the sheaves,' '$
We laughingly looked as ho pointed to
the littledarkies who eame from the
woods staggering under their gifts of
scaly -barks, walnuts and juicy sugar
cane,
They laid their offerings literally at our
`feet, and the big boar was brought from
the waggon by Uncle Pop and the picka-
ninnies made happy by the half -worn
clothes of our children and an insignia,
cant trinket to each.
',,, Blit where is Mingo ?i, asked mother,
When her gifts had been distributed and
she held a pair of bright yellow, brand
new suspenders in her hand,
Mingo was. Tcua's body guard—the only
one wbo was ever ready to kindle his
Ares and run his errands, ospeeially if
they were in the direction of home,
where he invariably spent the night and
following day if his business was not very
urgent. He delighted in these frequent
visits, for he was sure ofbeing well eared
for by "ole miss."
"Hes trifling around as usual, I reck-
on," said. Tom, whereupon be called so
loudly after the recreant that his eehoing
voiee greatly amused the little negroes.
After he had repeated the call several
times Mingo way seen walking leisurely
down the road, a basket on his flat head,
a very small bow-legged urchin toddling
behind him and a lean dog bringing up
the rear, A pair of jean breeches, which
faintly suggested that they were once
blue, readied a little; below Mingo's
knees, and one had to admit that said
breeches were a marvel of patchwork and
pieces. Shoes and stockings were un-
known articles, nor did he feel. their need
A bit of string, or " gallas "—to use his
term—crossed one shoulder and was at-
tached to his trousers by means of a chip
thrust through a loop -hole tied in the
string behind and before. A shirt of
coarse white cloth and a dark wool hat
with many and various kinds of perfora-
tions by way of adornment, constituted
the outfit of this typical, don't -care,
good-for-nothing darkey, whose idea of
happiness is to sleep as much as he can,
get as much to eat as he can, and work as
little as possible.
Come here, you young monkey !"
called. Tom, as you
was passing uncon-
cernedly by. He came, the don and dar-
key following in his wake. ""Where have
you been ?"
Wid Tuey."
Tuey was the little darkey.
" What's Tuey been doing ?"
i' Nothin' "
i" What have you been doing 2"
"Been he'pin' Tuey."
This reply caused a general laugh at.
Mingo's expense, but he stood without
moving a muscle, and awaited farther
questioning.
"What have you in your basket, Min-
go ?" asked mother, after the laughter
had. subsided.
" Pinders."
" Pinders !" I cried eagerly. "Whom
are they for, Mingo ?"
" Ole miss," he . replied, recollecting
who was his best friend..
" Well, I ani sure I am much obliged to
you for remembering me," said "ole
miss" kindly. "I, too, kava remem-
bered you. Do you see the suspenders I
have bought for you ?"
The negro's eyes fairly beamed with
pleasure, and he overturned the basket
of " pinders " at my feet as he made his
profound courtesy ; but he begged my
pardon in most humble tones, which I
freely granted, as Grace anal began at
once to appropriate mother's gift
Presenting Mingo with " gaIlus " was
one thing, fitting them to the proper
place on his person was another, for but-
tons and he were strangers, 'even the
front of his shirt 'being held together
with the ever -ready chip. But when at
last the task was completed, a happier
darkey never lived than this proud pos-
sessor of a ten -cent gift.
`r What's your name ?" asked. Grace of
Mingo's seven-year-old companion.
" Jeems Munroe War Pensurberry Ban-
nister Ge Master Rice One Thousan'
jege," declared the youngster, with par-
rot -like rapidity and precision.
We all laughed at Grace's expression of
horror as she gasped:
" Good heavens ! They don't call you
by all that, do they ?"
" Oh, no," I replied. " They call him
Tuey."
" Tuey for short," explained the de-
scendant of Ham, who so often repeated
his wondrous name for the edification of
us all that the novelty of it had long
since ceased for him, and with little
change of tone or expression he repeated
the startling cognomen several times for
Grace's benefit, until she thought she had
learned it. Then Tom ordered the der -
kiss out, and with our boys they repaired
to the gig -house, where, after we had
made sad havoc of our gifts of nuts and
sugar -cane, we followed them.
The gin was at work in earnest when
we approached, and we followed. Tom up
the shaky stairs to the room where the
cotton, as it was brought from the field,
was cast into the anaehine, the seed and
cotton separated, the former going in one
direction and the latter, like flakes of
beautiful feathery snow, drifting into
what is known as the " lint room, ' and
piling itself up to the vary roof of the lit-
tle apartment, presenting as pretty a
picture of a northern snow -storm as one
could imagine.
Dawn the children dived into the, soft
white staple, disappearing completely
from our view as the snowy- bed envel-
oped them. Tom offered to dive with
Grace, but she drew back in alarm, which
occasioned much sport to the little ones,
Then we went down the old stairs, to
where some of Aunt Dilsey's favorite
" grandchillun " were driving the gin—or
rather the mules attached to long poles,
by means of which the machinery was
moved. This was lazy work, riding
round and round, but work particularly
well suited to the idle little negroes, who
were always ready and willing to io it,
The shrill whistle of a gin mill on an ad-
joining plantation betokened the hour of
noon, and as if by magic the mules were
stopped, unhitched., and soon were being
led toward " the quarter" for their mid-
daymeal. This being Saturday, all
business for the week was over, and the
darkies, rejoicing in their freedom as only
darkies can, with shout and song sat forth
toward their respective cabins to get din-
ner and pass the remainder of the clay
either in sleep or in a journey to the near-
est e nuntry town, which on Saturday is
generally abandoned to them entirely.
Aunt Dilsey's delightful country din-
ner awaited us on our reaching lL'om's
quarters, and Aunt Dilsey herself, in her
neat homespun dress, blue cheek apron
and head handkerehief of yellow, red and
blue plaid, welcomed " miss and the
chillun." and with old-time hospitality
invited us to do justice to icer hot rolls,
coffee, "tater-pone," chieken pig, fresh
butter, fresh eggs, rieh buttermilk and
other goodies too ,numerous to mention,
she waiting on us throughout the meal,
and herself praising whatever of ]ler
cooking we had neglected, to compii-
mont.
" Remember, we will pay you our ac-
customed visit after a while, Dilsey,"
said another, as we rose from the table,
and Dilsey called the largest of her girl
"grandchillun" to help her in clear-
ing the table and " ratan' things ter
rights."
" Yo' sho' mus', miss, an' brlang all de
you& gals wid ou--erase old Dilsey still
lube whit'
e folks'comp nye.
.And the porb]y old creature set off to
put her house in readiness for her guests,
and we found it glean and oomfortable,
as a negro's quarters seldom are; the
feather hods piled high, the quilts stacked
neatly in one corner, awaiting the conn-
ing of Jack Frost. A negro woman's
idea of comfort audriches is measured by
the number of guilts of which she is pos-
sessed ; and the long winter nights yare
generally spent in pieoin up gii.ilts
the scraps of whieil have been either beg-
ged or worked for—and in quilting par-
ties, where the waddings and linings are
added, the work being generally turned
into a frolic in which most of the women
of the plantation participate ; and in this
way more than a dozen •"comforts" are
got out in one night.
Aunt .Dilsey's best chairs were brought
out for our use and her quilts displayed
for our inspection; while the "grand-
chillun," ranging in years from three to
fifteen, who stood by with gaping mouths
and rolling eyes, were ordered out to play,
" and not ter come' a pesterin' of missus
an' de youn' ladies any mo'.'
As the crowd filed slowly out Grace
asked;
" Are they your son's children, Aunt
Dilsey"
"i No, honey, dey's de chillun ob my
wiliest chile, my gal, who'd a bin nigh
outer thirty year ole dis tonin' Christ -
mus of she had er libed. A likely gal
was Missouri, too, as ole miss kin tes-
tify."
" Yes, she was a good woman, Dilsey.
I only hope you can raise her childrsu as
well as you did her," said mother..
" I do try, missus, I do, but de tunes
dey is changed now to what deg was den,
and de young niggers what is a-oomin'
on is not waf day salt, some ob 'em, an'
dese chillun is sometimes so nausheus an'
agervatun you can't t'nk. Dere's de old-
est, Missy Ann, as pearl a young gal as
you couidfin' anywhar, butyou allknows
her failin', an' I can't beat it oaten her,
an' de Lawd knows as how 1 is tried ;
but Missy Ann will steal. De cap'n "—
all the plantation hands called Toni so—
"IOWS as how she kin steal de lasses
outen er ginger cake when I haint a-
watchin her. Dat mought be—I can't
say—but she do pestercate mo drefful."
Aunt Dilsey, being once launched on
her favorite theme, never ceased until
she had given a sketch of the virtues
and shortcomings of each of Missouri's
offspring.
" How are the twins ?" I ventured,
with an encouraging smile.
"Dem two boys is growin' amaziii',"
she declared; " an' dey hain't nebber
seed a day sicknessyit, has General Grant
an' Abe Lincoln.
Grace's black eyes twinkled mischie-
vously as she recognized the two names
that were inflicted upon more than half
the little negroes jest ' arter de s'ren-
der."
"Rube Barrer is ariodder worrisom'
chap as I eber seed," continued the grand-
mother, after a pause. 't His daddy had
de namin' er him, but how cum he eber
ter strike on sich er name as dat beats my
time. Ef he do lib long enuff I'low as
he'll be jes' like dat tramp as he was name
from. Dan Mingo cum nex', an yo' all
know him, as trifLin' er scamp as ebur
was, but a good-hearted nigger :for all
dat. He mighty proud er dem gallusses
as you bring him, missus,"
"I am glad that he is. I hope you will
see that he has buttons on his clothes for
those ' galusses.'
" I will, miss, sho'." And then, in
changed tones, Aunt Dilsey went on :
" De bes' ob aide youn' uns was dat Gar-
fiel', but de Lawd tuk him home while he
was a-gath'ran' ob las' year's crap. Day
is ter preach his fun'rel torniorrer."
" What," exclaimed Grace, in aston-
ishment, " been dead a year and they are
just burying him ?"
"No, chile, no ; dos berry him do nex'
day; but day ain't preach de fun'ral yit.
Has ye nebber heard of preachiu' a fun'-
ral befo', Miss Grace?"
" Never," with emphasis. "Why do
you take so long a time to do it ?"
" Ter show as how de dead ain't fagot,
honey, an' ter be respectable ter dey
mem'ry. De fambly sets in. de front
benches ob de church, an' de preacher
tells all about de dead pusson, and de
con'gation cries an' griebesan' wears dey
mournin' 'panel."
Grace had not fully digested this lucid
explanation ere the old woman continued:
"It is jes' one year dis las' gone Sadday
since po' Garfiel' died, an' it rained all
dat day an' night, case yer know how it
allas rain wheneber any pusson die, ex-
pecially of dey be good fokes, what b'Iongs
ter de church, an' Garfiel' had jes' jived
endtrin' ob de big meetin' what was a-
gain' on iu de cotton pickin' season."
"You have forgotten the other twins,.
Aunt Dllsay," I said, " the girls."
"Oh, yes, des so, Bsb'lon an' Nin -
ever."
"You certainly delight in historic
names, auntie," remarked Grace, much
amused.
"Dean's seripter names, chile, as was
gib ter 'em by dey gran'daddy, my ole
man, who, as missus dere'il tell you, was
a preacher. Day's passable gals, but
Bab's been laid up ob late wid de mis'ry
in de head. Den Tuey he come nex'."
" Well, wherever did you get his
name ?" laughed. Grace, trying in vain to
recall the astonishing revelation of the
morning.
" De chillun named him, missy, each
one gibin.' him one er piece, but we calls
him Tuey fer short."
" Very wisp," murmured our little vis-
itor, approvingly. "How many more are
there ?--children, I mean,"
" Jes' one mo', de baby, what any ole
man had de mamma' ob ag'n,an'r he call
him John. de Baptis'."
"Why didypu add. the Baptist?"
" Ca'se I prefers de Baptis'," declared
the preacher's wife in decided tones, "8,n'
case dat i r whet eb'ry pusson oughter bo.
If yer nebber read in de good. Book as how
it do say, ' In dose clays come Pine de
Baptis' ?' " Which startling quotation
was Aunt Dilsey's idea of the clause, "In
those days came John the Bsptist," and
which old "Uncle Samson, her husband,
always used as his text upon " baptism
day," and the old auntie was a firm be-
liever in and follower of the injunction,
Just then continued screams from;the
yard, where the grandchildren were at
play, called the old woman to the rescue
of the three-year-old John de Beptis',
who was almost overpowered by the fight-
ing clan gathered about him , but when
Aunt Dilsey had restored peace and re-
turned to her visitors our conversation
turned upon, other matters, and for the
day we heard no more of Missouri's chil-
dren.
The ride home through the rieh glow
of the setting sun was, if possible, more
enjoyable than the one of the morning,
and the hofne lights twinkled a loving
welcome as ,we dismounted at the steps
just !ts the dusk was closing in.
" And how has my little Grace enjoyed
a day on the old plantation ? asked fa-
ther', as we stopped to gather our holly
bushes, autumn leaves and long gray
moss stowed in the bottom of the wag-
gon.
" Splendidly, Uncle John I Let's spend
another there before I go home,"
Good ! We'll do. it 1" declared Uncle
John, who loved any one who loved his
old plantation,
As the supper bell rang we hurried in,
and Grace sighed:
"Row I wish we could have brought
Aunt Dilsey's good plantation supper
along with us."
"And Jeoms War Bensurberry and all
the rest of his name too ?" I asked in
mischief;
Grace stopped, short and heaved a deep-
er sigh.
"Don't mention that name again, my
child.; it tires ane to think of it. Do you
suppose.I can ever learn to rattle it off as
fast as Tuey docs ?"
" Practice makes perfect, I quoted, as
we entered our room; and Grace prac-
tised far into the evening hours, and, af-
ter all, concluded that Tuey was the
most sensible name of the lot,
The Man Who Harangues You.
He is a good man, my neighbor with
whom I sometimes walk down street in
the morning. That is to say, he is good
to his wife,' his children, his friends and
his employes; and he is "good" also in a
financial sense. The banks are always
willing to discount his paper or anybody
else's paper, and they never tell him that
they would be glad to accommodate him
but unfortunately they are "below re-
serve." The ice man never sends him
word that the company has adopted the
rule of "cash on delivery" The dry
goods man gives his wife unlimited
credit. He goes to church once at least
on Sunday and pays his pew rent regu-
larly. He always puts something on the
plate and gives generously to the poor.
He contributes liberally to all public
enterprises and modestly credits his sub-
scriptions, wIaen a paper is presented him
to "cash." He is the kind of a roan one
goes to in trouble, with confidence that
he will get help or sympathy or both if
he needs thein. He holds a public posi-
tion and serves the people faithfully,
looking out for their interest as if it were
his own and sometimes at the sacrifice of
his own.. Yet I always avoid him on the
street if. I can without attracting his
attention ; and I notice that most of his
neighbors and acquaintances do the
same. We are not afraid that he carries
contagion or that he will want to borrow
money. We know that his life is clean-
ly and his health excellent. But we have
learned by unhappy experience that he is
a lecturer.
He cannot converse. If he talks at all,
and he always does when he can secure a
listener, he does it in the form of a loe-
ture—a harangue. If he has a story to
tell or an anecdote to narrate he recites
it. He loves to talk "like a book"—like
an exceedingly long-winded book. He is
well-informed, but that only makes him
worse. He will spend the entire time
occupied iu a brisk walk down town—we
always walk briskly when he catches one
of us—in telling you with painful par
tieularity and wearisome,. attention to
details something which you read in
yesterday's paper or the current periodi-
cal. And he always shows that he has
read it quite as carefully as you did. He
never omits anything—or if he does by
any accident he goes back before he parts
company with you and supplies the omis-
sion like a careful writer going over his
manuscripts dotting the "i's" and cross-
ing the "t's."
This particular specimen—he is not
the only one that the silhouette will fit,—
is especially interested in foreign poli-
tics. His favorite theme is what the
British Minister or the Canadian Parlia-
ment or the French Cabinet is doing. "I
see," he will begin, "that Gladstone has
boon making another speech on. Home
Rale;" and he proceeds to give you al-
most verbatim the speech which you
have probably read in. your morning
paper, supplementing it with didactic
discourse concerning what he regards as
its merits or demerits, and its probable
effect on Europe and the world at large.
He is not, however, above lecturing you
on home topics, the national, the state or
the city; and as for the labor question,
socialism and the rights—and wrongs
of man, he is as fluent of opinion as the
professional agitator who gets his living
by the movement of his jaw.
If our good friend segs this silhouette,
there is not one chance in a million that
he recognize it—except as an outline in
black and white of somebody else. Nei-
ther is it at all likely that any of his
acquaintan.ees--I had almost said vic-
tims—will hold it up to him and say
"thou. art the man." They would not
hurt his feelings for the world, because
they .have a genuine respect for him and
for his many sterling qualities. But
they will continue to "dodge" him on
the street.
Anxious to Taste Canned Lobsters Just
Once.
A. woman whose face was wan and
pinched went into a big Yonge street gro-
cery store the other day and looked
around. curiously. She was poorly dressed
anhead d. had a tattered shawl thrown over her
After walking all through the store she
approached a counter and asked: "Where
are the canned goods 9"
The clerk direetod her to the counter
and she walked over.
"What can I do for you, madam?"
asked the man who has charge of that
department.
"Have you any canned lobster.?" she
asked.
Yeses
How much is it ?"
Sho was told the price.
She looked at a slip of paper she had
in her hand and paused for a moment.
Then she said : " I will take four cans."
The clerk got down four cans of the
best lobsters and wrapped them up for
her. The woman stowed them away un-
der her shawl, and gave the clerk in pay-
ment an order from one of the charitable
societies for a dollar's worth of groceries"
The clerk was dumbfounded, He looked.
at the order and then at the woman,
" What's the matter ?" she asked.
" Isn't the order good?"
" Yos, it's perfectly good, but—but—"
"But what?" asked clic woman sharp.
ly"Don'tou think that y hat a seely of flour
or something of the kind would be more
suitable for you to buy?"
" Maybe it would," she answered
" We haven't had anything to eat at my
house for two days, but I never tasted
any lobster and I don't know as I will
ever get another chance to taste it,
either."
And she walked out of the store, tight-
ly clasping the canned lobster to her
emaciated bosom.
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" At 14 years of age I learned a bad habit which almost ruined
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Dr. &ioniton.
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" Some 8 years ago I contracted a serious constitutional blood
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Capt. Tnr,n end. 15 YEARS IN DETEOIT, 150,000 CURED.
"I am 88 ,years of age, and married. When young I led a
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OTHERS, Do 'You Know that Paregoric,
Bateman's Drops, Godfrey's Cordial, many so•called Soothing Syrups, and
most remedies for children are composed of opium or morphine P
Do You Know that opium and morphine are stupefying narcotic poisons ?
Do 'You Know that in most countries druggists are not permitted to sell narcotics
'without labeling them poisons ?
Do Yon Know that you should not permit any medicine to, be given your child
unless you or your physician know of what it is composed ?
Do Yon Know that Castoria is a purely vegetable preparation, and that a list of
its ingredients is published with every bottle P
Do You H.now' that Oa:Aerie, is the prescription of the famous Dr. Samuel Pitcher. _
'That it has been in use for nearly thirty years, and that more Castoria is now sold than
of all other remedies for children combined P
Do Ton Know that the Patent Office Department of the United States, and of
other countries, have issued exclusive right to Dr. Pitcher and his assigns to use the word
"
Castoria" and its formula, and that to imitate them Is a state prison offense 1
Do You Know that one of the reasons for granting this government protection was
because Castoria had been proven to be absolutely harmless?
Do You Know that 35 average doses of Castoria are furnished for 35
gents, or one cent a dose ?
Do You Know that when possessed of this perfect preparation, your children may
be kept well, and that you may have unbroken rest P
Well, these things are worth knowing. They are facts.
The fay -simile
signature of
is on every
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Children Cry for Pitcher's Castcriao
No Fun In It.
r` Brevity may be the soul of wit,"
muttered Penner, sadly searching his
pockets in vain for the price of a beer,
" but I'll be blamed if I see any fun in
being short."
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KENDALL'S SPAM CURE
Dr, B. J. rCz xDALLCo.
BLU t'oisr, L.Y., N,Y., J'an.16,1994.
Gentle,,,cn—I boughta splendid bay horse some
time ago with a ya„cvin. agotliimtarSSD. I used
ICendall's Spavin Cure. The S])riviu is gone now
and I have been offered $150 for the same horse.
I only had him nine weeks, so i got $$120 for using
$2 worth of 'TCendali's Spavin Ouro.
Yours truly, W. S. M utengN.
KENDALL S SPAWN. CURE
Dr. B. J, rCEiiDALL Co. Mica, Deo. 16,1608.
Stns --I have Used your ICendall's spavin Cart
with geed suceess for Olathe on twee horses an
MS the best Liniment I have ever used.
Yours truly, AUGUST FRafEnla6,
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