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Cotton Factors and Commission Merchants Nos. 917-919-921 Grarier St New Orleans, La. CLOVER BLOAT MAY USUALLY BE PREVENTED Cattle Should Be Changed From Dry to Green Feed Gradually. A sudden change from dry feed to a green, succulent feed of any kind is likely to cause bloating in cattle. This Is especially likely to occur when they graze on white clover in the spring when it is young and green, or when it is in full bloom. It rapidly ferments in the paunch, and the gas there produced causes distension of this large stomach on the left side of the animal, with the characteristic ap pearance, and the general train of symptoms, familiar to most cattle owners. Preventive measures always give the most satisfactory results in ward ing off this condition. When first turn ing cattle on clover, it should be done gradually until the digestive organs become accustomed to the change; and the safest way Is not to permit them to bat this succulent feed for longer than twenty minutes to half an hour the first day, and increase the length of the period each day after wards until it Beems to have lost its bloating effect. It is safer, also, not to turn the cattle on. this pasture while the dew is on it. Another preventive method is to give the cattle some dry feed, such as hay, before turning them on the clo ver. This, o£ course, lessens the quantity of clover consumed and tends to prevent fermentation of the green feed. After a short while, when the stom ach has accommodated itself to the change from the dry to the succulent feed, the animals 'may consume large quantities of the latter without appar ent inconvenience.—W. H. Dalrymple^ Louisiana State University. Knew the Brand. "Is that a Landseer, Mr. Croesus?" asked the visitor, pausing before the painting. "No," replied the host; "reckon it is a Durham. See how broad it Is be tween the horns, and see the color and curl on its forehead. That's a genuine Durham sure."—Exchange. Balky Machine. "Do you want me to watch your au tomobile?" asked the boy. ♦ "Yes," replied Mr. Chuggins. "And if It tries to start up and run away don't stop it. Holler for me, and I'll take a chance on overtaking it and getting the first ride I've had for three or four hours."—Washington Star. Wisdom. Wisdom may be compared to water. As water leaves the heights and gath ers In the depths, so is wisdom receiv ed from on high end preserved by g lowly sonl,—Talmud Kindness of Nature "Ain't nature wonderful V "Why?" "She gives us all faces, but we can pick our own teeth."—Harvard Lam peon. Stupidity has no friends and wants none.—Horace Greeley. The Daredevil B y Maria Thompson Daviess Author of 'The Melting of Molly" Copyright. 1916, by the Britton Co. Reilly ft ♦ ♦ in CHAPTER III. The Impossible Uncle Robert. FTER many months, in which came to me crnel pain and a long, hard fight for the hon or of my beloved, I '■annot but remember that feeling of grati tude that came over me as I went into sleep on that narrow shelf under which lay the beauty of that Madam Patricia Whitworth. In the eight years that I bad be come all of life to my father we bad made many travels into distant lands and bad seen all of beauty that the old world had to offer seekers after It. but nowhere bad I seen the majestic wonder of this his own land that I beheld pass by like a series of great pictures wrought by a master. All of the morning I could but sit and gaze with eyes that sometimes dimmed with tears for him as faster and faster 1 was carried down Into bis own land of the valley of Harpeth, which In had given up for love of my mother and from the cruelness of my wicked uncle, who would not welcome her to his home. When the great Harpeth hills, in their spring flush from the rosiness of what I afterward learned was their honeysuckle and laurel, shot with the Iridescent fire of the pale yel low and green and purple of redbud and dogwood and maple leaf, all veiled in a creamy mist over their radiance, came into view as we arrived nearer and nearer to Hayesville my hand went forth aud grasped closely the hand of Madam Whitworth. •'And the small homes in the valley, madam,*' ! said, "with the sheep and cattle and grain and children surround ed, they need never fear the fire of shell and the roar of the cruel guns. This valley is a fold in the garment across the breast of the good God him self, and it bas his cherishing. Is it that there will be a home for me in its peace and for the small Pierre and the old and faithful Nannette 7" "A home and—aqgl other tilings, boy, when you ssk for them," she answer ed me. with a very beautiful look of affection that, while It pleased me greatly, also made for me an unrea sonable embarrassment. "Ia it that yoû think 1 will obtain the affection of my uncle, the Gen eral Robert Carrutliers. Madam Whit "Thank you for much graciousnoss!" worth?" I asked of her. with a great wistfulness, for I had told her of his summons to me,.and she knew already the story of his hardness of heart against my mother. "The general is a very difficult per son," she made answer to me. and 1 saw that softness of ber beautiful mouth become as steel as she spoke of him. "To a woman be is impossi ble. as I have fouud to my cost, but all men gdore him and follow him madly, so I suppose bis attitude to ward them is different from his atti tude toward women. My husband aud i disagree utterly about the general, lu fact, the old gentleman and I are at daggers* points just now, and I am afraid—afraid that be will make-lt dif ficult for you to be—be friends with me, as I—I want you to be.'' "Neither the General Carruthers nor any man. madam, dictates in matters of the heart to the Marquise da—that is, to Robert Carrutliers of Grez and Rye. if that Is the way I must so name myself now,"*' I answered ill the man ner of the old Marquis of Flanders, tinged with the graude dame manner of the beautiful young Marquise of Grez and Bye whom I had murdered and left in that room of the great ho tel In New York. "It will be delicious to watch his face as you and I alight from this train together, boy. It will be worth thé trouble of this hurried trip to New York to be introduced to a person who disappeared suddenly in a tugboat in the open ocean when he should have lauded at the docks with the propriety that would have been expected of him." And ns she spoke I could see that something had happened In New York which bad brought much irritation to the beautiful Madam Whitworth. "It would seem that it is one of the customs of these great ships to send out passengers from them in those very funny small tugboats." I remarked as I leaned forward to catch a last fleet ing glimpse of a lovely girl standing in the doorway of an ancient farm house. giving food to chiekeus so near the course of the railroad train that it would seem we should disperse them '■"4 **ls it that* you aro also a friend of my capitaine ?" with fright. "1 wept when I must see my good friend. Capitaine, the Count de Lasselles, depart from our ship in one of those tugboats. It was a pain iu iny breast that he must leave me to go into the. wildness of Canada." "Oh, then he went to Canada first?" exclaimed that Madam Whitworth a3 she leaned back on ber seat as if re lieved from some form of a great anx iety about the departure of that Cap itaine, tbo Count de Lasselles. ' "Is It that you are also a friend of my capitaine?" I demanded, with a great eagerness of pleasure if it should be so. "Ob, no, no, indeed!" exclaimed the beautiful Madam Whitworth. "I wn speaking of my own friend, who might bave taken a Canadian line instead of the American. She is so careless about instructions. Now look. We are be ginning to wind down into the very heart of the Harpeth valley, and by the time you make very tidy that mop of bair you have on yoqr head and I powder my nose we will be in Hayes ville to face the general in all of his glory. Mind, you kiss my hand so he ran see you. I want to give him that sensation in payment of a debt 1 owe him. Now, do go and smooth the mop if it takes a pint of water to do it That New York tailor has turned you out wonderfully, but even those very square English tweeds do not entirely disguise the French cavalier. You're a beautiful boy, and the girls in Hayesville will eat you up—if tbe gen eral ever lets them get a sight of you, which be probably won't Now go to the mop!" , For many years, since tbe lonely day Just after the death of my moth er, when my father took me into the furthest depths of his sad heart and told me of his exile from the place iu which he had been born and about the elder brother who had bated my beautiful mother, who hated all wo men, I had spent much time erecting in my mind a statue that would he the semblance of that wicked and cruel uncle; I bad taken every dis agreeable feature of face and body that 1 bad beheld in another human or in a picture or bad read of in the tales of that remarkable Mr. Dickens, who could so paint in words a monstrous person to come when tbe lights are out to haunt tbe darkness, and had carefully patched them one upon an other so as to make them into an ideal of an old uncle of great wickedness. On that very ship itself 1 had beheld a man, who came upon the lower deck from the engine, who had but one eye and a great sear where that other eye should have been placed. Immediate ly my image of the General Robert Carruthers lost one of the wicked eyes .1 had given him from ont the head of the stepfather who did so cruelly stare at the poor young David Copperfield and became a man with only one eye which still held the malevolence that was hurled at that small David. And with this squat, crooked, evil image of the General Robert Carrdthers In my heart I alighted from the train into the city of Hayesville, which is the capital of the great American state of Harpeth. The black man had swung himself off with my bags and that of the beautiful Madam Whit worth. who, with me, was the last of the passengers to descend from the steps of the car. "My dear Jeff!" exclaimed my so lovely new friend as she raised her veil for a very seemly kiss from tall and quite broad gentleman with a very wide hat and long mnstachios that dropped far down with want of wax that it is the custom to use for their elevation in France, as I well know from my father's wrathy re marks to his valet If he made a too groat use of it upon his. "And this is General Carruthers' nephew who came down on the train witli me. My husband, Mr. Carruthers of Gre* and Bye," with which introduction she confronted me with the gentleman "Glad to know you, young man; glad to know you," be answered as ha took my band and gave it an em brace • of such vigor that I almost made outcry. "There's the general over there looking for you. Come to sec us some time. Come on, Patsy !" "Goodby, Mr. Carruthers. I'll see you soon,'' said tbe beautiful Madam Whitworth as she held out her baud to me. "Do it now—there comes the gen eral—quick, kiss my hand!" I bent and did as she bade me and as I .bad promised ber to do, and as I raised myself she slipped away quick ly after ber husband with a salutation of great coolness to a person over my shoulder and a "How do you do, Gen era! Carruthers?". remark ns she went. Instantly I turned and faced tho ma tericiization of the ogre it had taken me years to build up into my wicked uncle. Aud what did 1 see? the had with and deep mop over did ders for In a I'm her put to en Jiis a to if My eyes looked straight into eyes of the greatest kindness and wisdom I had ever before bebeld, and it was with difficulty I restrained myself from flinging myself aud my suit of English tweed Straight into the strong arms and burying my head on the broad deep chest that confronted mo as the huge old gentleman, with as perfect a mop of white hair as Is mine of black, riotiug over his large head, towered over mo. "You gallivanting young Idiot, where did you pick up that dimity?" oe de manded of me as he laid a large hand with long, strong fingers on my shoul ders aud gave me a slight shake. "I'm 'your Uncle Robert, sonny, and don't you ever forget that, sir," ho continued, and I could see a longing for the embrace, which ? so desired. In his keen eyes that had softened with a veil of mist iu the last second. "Lord. I'm glad you're not a woman! And from now on just stop knowing the creatures exist—Pat Whitworth and her kind. We've got work to do to put out a fire—a fire of dishonor and devastation. Come on to my car over there; we've no time to waste. Drive to the governor's mansion and don't sprout grass under your wheels," he commanded the black chauffeui*—"the governor's mansion, private door on Sixth street." to I CHAPTER IV. "Here's My Boy, Governor." ND It was eu route to the man sion of the gouverneur of the state of Harpeth that my uncle, the General Robert, did enlight en me as to the urgent need of me hi Jiis affairs of business. "It is n questioji of mules, sir, and of a dishonor, to the state that I'm going to prevent if my hot old head Is laid low in doing it, as it probably will be if I get into the ruckus with Jefferson Whitworth that now threatens. They have insinuated themselves into the confidence of Governor Faulkner until they have made it well nigh impossible for him to see the matter except as they put it They will get his signa ture to the rental grant of the lands, make a getaway with the money and let the state crash down upon his head when it finds out that be has been led into bringing it and himself into dis honor. Why, dash it, sir. I'd like to have every one of them, especially Jeff Whitworth, at the end of. a halter and feed him a raw mule, hoof aud ears. I'm probably going to be don# to death all alone before tbe pack of woives. but I'm going to die hard—for Bill Faulkner, who holds In his hand the honor of his state and my state. I'll die hard!" And he spoke the words with such a fierceness that his white mustache, wlufeh was waxed with the propriety of the world, divided like rossed silver' swords beneath his straight nose with its thin and trem bling* nostrils. "It will be that 1 can help you pro tect tills honor of the Gouverneur Faulkner and the state of Harpeth. will it not, my Uncle Robert?" 1 asked with a great anxiety^ "If you must fall on the field of honor It will be the glory of Robert Carrutliers of Gre/. and Bye to fall beside you, sir. 1 am a very good sport, my father has said." God bless my soul, how like Henry you are, boy!" exclaimed my uncle, the General Robert, and be did lay one of his long and very strong arms across my shoulder and give to me the em brace for which I had so leuged, but for not enough time for me to yield myself to it. "Henry always wanted to tag 'Brother Bob,' and be. too would—have died—fighting for me—at my side. I've been hard—and when 1 beard of his death—I wanted you. boy,-I wanted you more— Now, what do you mean, sir, by making me for get for one moment the fix Bill Faulk ner and 1 are In?" And my uncle, the General Robert, gave to me a good shake, as be extracted his very large white handkerchief and blew upon his nose wltb such power that the black chauffeur looked around at us and made tbe car to jump even ns be and 1 had done. And those mules that It would be your wish to feed to that Mr. Jeff Whitworth, my Uncle Robert, will you not tell me further about them? In Paris it is said that they arc a very good food when made fat after being old or wounded in the army. I have"— That will do, sir.* If you'veJind to eat mule In Paris don't tell me about It. My constitution wouldn't stand that, though during our war ; Just be fore Vicksburg, I ate—but we won't go into that either. Now this is the situation, as much as a lad from the wilds of Paris could understand it. The French government wants 5,000 males by the fall of the year, and there arc no such mules in the world as this state produces. They are send ing a man over here to try to make a •leal with the state of Harpeth to pur chase tbe mules from private breeders, graze them on tbe government lands and deliver them iu a lot for shipment the 1st of August at Savannah. There is no authority on the statute book for the state to make such a deal, but Jeff Whitworth has fixed up a sort of contract, that wouldn't hold water in tbe courts, by which the governor of the state. Williamson Faulkner, grants the grazing rights on the state's lands to a private company, of which he is to be a member, which in a way guarantees the-deal.They've made him bol'.eve it to be a good financial thing for tbe state, and he can't see that they are going to buy cheap stock, fatten it on a low rate from tbe state and hand it over to the French gov ernment at a fancy rakeoff, and then leave him with the bag to bold when the time for settlement and complaint comes. There is a strong Republican party iu this state, and they're keep ing quiet, but year after 'next, when BUI Faulkner comes up for re-elec tion. downright illegality will be al too tbe do, guns of he like the uot me: and way Is / of ful out me to I or IcgeJ, aud be will be defeated in dis- I nonor and with dishonor to the state. I am bis secretary of state, and I'm going to save him if I can. And you are going to belp me, sir!" And as he spoke my uncle, the General Rob ert, gave to me a distinguished shake of tbe hand that made my pride to rise in my throat, which gave to my speak ing a great huskiness "I will help In the rescue of the hon or of that Gouverneur Bill Faulkner, my Uncle Robert, with tbe last breath In my body, and 1 will also assist to feed mule to that Mr. Jefferson Whit worth. though not to bis beautiful wife, whom I do so much admire." 'That's just it; she'll have to eat mule the first one. She's at the gov ernor day and night with her wiles, and in my mind it's her dimity Influ ence that is making him see things with his slant. They say she put her brand on him in early youth. He's the soul of honor, hut what chance has a man's sou! honor got. when a woman wants to cash it In for a fortune with which to lead a gay life? None! None, sir!" And the countenance of my uncle, the General Robert, became so fierce that it was difficult to find words to answer. "Ob, my Uncle Robert, is it that a woman would make a cheat In giving tbe mule animal of not sufficient strength to carry food to poor boys of France in tbe trenches when there is too much mud for gasoline!" I ex claimed with a great horror from knowledge given me by my capitaine, tbe Count de Lasselles. "Just exactly what she Is trying to do, boy. Let those poor chaps with guns In their bands to defend lier civ ilization as well as theirs die for want of a supply train banied by reliable mules when unreliable gasoline fails. That's what women are like." And as he spoke I perceived the depth of dis like that was in the heart of my uncle, the General Robert, for all of woman kind. "There are some women who would uot so comport themselves, my Uncle Robert I give you my word as one" Then as I hesitated in terror at the revelation of my woman's estate I had been about to make, my uncle, the General Robert made this remurk to me: "Women are like crows—all black, and tbe exceptional white one only makes the rest look blacker. Tbe only way to stop them in tbeir depredations Is to trap them since tlfb law forbids -, ^ «f* 'l . » V; / m 1 * 8 » © i «•-**• I*» will help in the rescue. 1 shooting them." And as he made this judgment of women I forgot for a mo ment that we discussed that Madam Whitworth whom it was causing me great pain to discover to be tbe enemy of France, and I thought of my beauti ful mother, whom he had judged with out ever having encountered, and great longing rose In my heart so to comport myself that his heart should learn to trust in me as a man and then discover the honor of woman through me at some future time. I took a re solve that such should be tbe case, and to that end I asked of him: "How is it that I can serve yon In these serious troubles, my Uncle Rob ert?" And ns I asked that question made also a vow in my heart agàinst that black crow woman. "Now, that's what I'm coming to The French government is sending an army expert down here to look over the situation and make the contracts. I can't speak their *heatbenisb tongue or read it. nnd I want somebody whom I can trust—trust, mind you—to belp me talk with him and make any necessary translations. That Whit worth hussy 1ms been translating for us, and I don't trust her. Your letter was banded to me in tbe governor*! private office, and both he and 1 saw what a help it would be to have yon here when this Frenchie—who is Count Something or Other—and his servants and secretaries, what he calls his suit, arrive. By George, sir, we need your advice in eating and drink ing t hem. Do you suppose they'll bave Intelligence enough to eat tbe manna of tbe gods, which is corn pone, and drink the nectar, which is plain whis ky, or will we be expected to furnish them with snails and absinth?" At that I laughed a very large laugh and made this answer to tbe perturba tion of my uncle, the General Robert: "I will tell you after luncheon, my Uncle Robert, because I have not as yet eaten in this Harpeth country of America." "All right; we'U talk about it after you've bad one of old Kizzie's fried chicken dinners. Here we are at tbe mansion. Remember, yon know the whole situation and are only supposed to know the part that Governor Bill thinks Is tbe whole. Look at me, boy!" And as tbe big car drove up to the curb before a great stone house with tall pillars on guard of Its front, he laid both his bands upon my shoulders and turned me toward him with force and no gentleness, and then .with bis keen eyes did he look .down into the I ver Y MOl of me, 'Tes, I see I can trust, you, sir. God bless yon, boy!" he said, after a very long moment of time. Yes, my Uncle Robert," 1 answered him without turning my eyes from his. "Well, then, hero we are. 1 cam. to tbo side door so 1 wouldn't have to introduce you to any of the boys this morning, for we want to have a talk with the governor before dinner, and I don't dare keep Kizzle waiting. It riles her, and a riled woman burns np things, masters, husbands, cooking or worse. Come on." "Here's my boy, governor," was all the Introduction my uncle, the General Robert, administered to me: then I stood and looked Into the face of him whom afterward 1 discovered to bo the greatest gentleman in the world, with my heart beating in my throat and yet astir under my woman's breast in the place It had always be before resided, after we had been ush ered Into the gouvemeur's room by au old black servant called Cato. Continued in next week's Banner. Poliç«m.n In the 8pot Light. At certain street intersections in St Louis, where traffic officers have fre quently been struck by passing auto mobiles in dark and foggy weather be cause of their low visibility, they are now protected by searchlights installed on nearby buildings, which clearly re veal tbeir presence to approaching mo torists. The lights are of tbe nitrogen tungsten variety, high powered and mounted in reflectors. Placed at the second or third story of a corner build ing, they flood with a bright white light the spot where the officer stands. At one street corner in tbe west end the light is mounted at tbe top of ft seven story hotel. The spot lights were adopted after several other methods bad failed.—Popular Mechanics. Coffee Adamson Makes. 'Adamson of Georgia," a Washing ton news Item says, "is best known be cause of bis eight hour bill." Most widely perhaps, but not best. William Charles Adamson Is best known be cause of the coffee be brews In his pri vate office adjoining his committee room. No newfangled percolator or drip contraption for him. Coffee boiled iu a tin pot, poured into a drinking glass over a lump of sugar, tempered and mellowed with rich cream, served by his smiling "boy," a white haired ne gro—it is that which makes Bill Adam son best knowu.—New York Sun. A Lesson From Joy. He took Joy home with him, and Joy said, "Where's your fire?" And be told him, 'The wind came in aud tho fire went out." And then Joy said, "Carry sunshine enough about you to warm your heart and hands." And Joy asked him for a fiddle, but be said that it bad ouly oue string. But that xyas enough for Joy, who made the rafters ring with music. 'And then Joy said : "The fiddle ain't all. If you'll just keep some music iiÿ your soul life 11 be hallelujah come down alt the days of your life."—Atlanta Constitu tion. _ ' Business Instinct. Mr. A.—So the Tompkins-Chorkina match is broken off, is it? Mr. B,—Yes. The Tompkinses object ed to Chorkins being so economical. Mr. A.—Yon astonish me. Mr. B.—Yes. You know be is a con tractor himself and so sent circulars to all tbe ministers in town asking for their lowest estimates for performing the ceremony.—Pittsburgh Chronicle Telegraph. Old Railway Cara. An eastern railroad burns its dis carded wooden cars to recover the iron in them. Before tbe ears arc set on fire, however, they are thoroughly inspected, and all tbe wood available for further use is removed. Tbe irou saved from tbe destroyed cars is sold as scrap. ♦ ♦ ♦ PRACTICAL HEALTH HINT. ♦ ♦ - ♦ ❖ Cancer. ♦ ❖ As to who arc likely to bavo <9 ❖ cancer and what are the signs <9 <S> of its approach a bulletin from <9 <î> tbe American Society For tbe ^ ❖ Control of Cancer says: ❖ "Cancer patients are often per sons who have generally enjoy- <> ^ cd good health, have never been ❖ ❖ seriously ill and who at tbe time ❖ ❖ of the onset of tbe disease were apparently In robust health. <£ This disease is so insidious in <> its approach and so often with- <3> ❖ out pain in tbe first stages that ❖ <S> tbe patient often fails (o pay se- ❖ ❖ rious attention to tbe sign of <9 danger. Statistics independent- & <$> ly gathered by many surgeons ❖ prove that the average cancer 0 ❖ patient waits a year or more # <S> after observing some suspicious ❖ condition lieforc seeking tho <£ treatment, which is then often <£ ❖ too late. This disastrous delay ^ 4 . is the main if not the sole ob.sta- ❖ ❖ cle to the successful treatment & & of cancer at the present time. <8> ❖ 'The ouly cure for cancer is <9 & to remove every trace of the dis- <b ❖ ease. The only sure way to do ❖ <$* this is by a surgical operation. <& If taken at the beginning tbe <& <3> majority of cases of cancer are 4» curable. All cases will end in ♦ ❖ death if left alone. Records of ♦ ❖ our best hospitals prove that tbo ❖ ❖ chances of cure are very high ❖ 4> with early operation and that ♦ ❖ these chances decrease with <$» ❖ every day of delay. Early diag $ nos is is therefore all Important."