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GOING TO MARKET.
Why Does Not the American Woman Do
Her Own Marketing?
BT JENNY JUNE.
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[Copyrighted , 1887.]
The market is one of the most interesting
and characteristic places in any town, abroad
or at home, in which it may be situated. It
tells more of the home life, the habits of the
people, how they live, than any other one
domestic institution, because it is the growr.h
and development of those habits, and gar
ners the best of the old, with the inevitable
accretion of the new, in its social, material
characteristics.
One of the finest bits of descriptive writing
which Mrs. Ann S. Stephens ever achieved
was her color picture of Washington market
in "Fashion and Famine," and great artists
have found inspiration in the delicate green
of lettuce, contrasted with the red of the
common radish, in the apotheosis of the cab
bage found in the cauliflower, and the con
junction of these with other things as pretty
and suggestive upon the market-woman's
stall. * '
You can always tell by the appearance of
a market whether the ladies of a town do
their own marketing to an appreciable ex
tent, or whether they leave it to be done by
servants or men. If it is the habit of ladies
to go to market, an air of neatness and re
finement grows up about it. The approaches
are kept in better condition, the walks
cleaner, the meats are cut up with greater
nicety, the vegetables and fruits are bet
ter prepared and arranged ^rith an eye
to effect, and the whole ensemble
made more attractive. This care, clean
liness and eye for color is a feature of
the English markets, where there is a great
middle class, intelligent and generaily well
to do, the women belonging to which do
their own marketing. There is nothing
like the wealth of resource that we possess
in this country, no beauty of tasseled corn,
barely the glimpse of the rich red tomato,
but they make up by the pretty arrangement
of fruits, and the contrast of innumerable
"posies" made of pretty garden pinks, sweet
brier and roses.
When flowers are brought to our mar
kets, at least to those in New York city,
they are usually big, common and vulgar
looking, and are so treated, so thrown about,
bruised and neglected that in a short time
they are worthless and the gutter becomes
their portion. The English and continental
markets make a feature of beautiful flowers.
For a few pence, sous or pfennig one can
procure at the markets in England, France
or Germany a bouquet of flowers that we
in America should have to obtain at an
expensive florist's, and for which we should
have to pay $1. In England, particularly,
posies, and posy bouquets of choice flowers,
are procurable everywhere, threepence or
at most sixpence being the charge for roses
or carnations, arranged with mignonette or
maidenhair fern.
The market in England is a time-honored
institution. The "market-cross," a few
specimens of which still remain, was the
çreat gathering place for all who had wares
to sell. The upper part of the structure was
the original court-house ; in the hollow be
neath shoes and jackets were sold in com
mon with fresh eggs and pats of leaf-stained
butter or butter molded in bricks. The
cries of these and hundreds of other wares
resounded in what would be now a deafening
manner. But in those days there was no
noise of locomotives and less of machinery,
and the human voice had more chance. The
constant roar of inanimate objects in these
modern days is making of us a silent people.
On the continent, except in Paris, the mar
kets are less clean than in England, but they
are very interesting. I shall never forget
looking out upon the market-platz from the
window of the breakfast-röom in the "Gold
ener Stern" (Golden Star) at Bonn. It was
my first glimpse of such a scene, and I caught
it at its best. The women had unloaded
their fruits and vegetables, and were grouped
about their stalls and wares, all wearing the
short home-spun skirt, the blue or checked
linen apron, the kerchief crossed upon the
breast, and a few the picturesque head-dress
or cap of their district ; but these are fast dis
appearing. Poor as these women are, there is
neither rags nor dirt. They are generally
clean and comfortably clothed, and with
thick stockings and stout sabots. Between
times of waiting upon, customers they knit—
knit—knit; they are never idle, and spend
little time in gossiping, hardly enough to
acquire a vocabulary. They brought their
wares in baskets, hampers, or hutches upon
their heads or backs sometimes in
credible distances, though now they use the
pars j still they often walk miles to reach
{hem, and miles after leaving them ; and
charge so little for fruit and vegetables that
one marvels where the pay for time and
labor and wear and tear of mind and body
and clothing comes in.
Breakfast at a continental hotel is a slight
iffalr. It consists of rolls, butter, delicious
coffee and china pots of Äviss honey. The
rolls are in several varieties, and occupy
pretty open trays, or baskets, and the butter is
as sweet as roses, but Americans generally
complain bitterly of the difficulty of getting
a "decent" breakfast, though they often end
Dy adopting the coflee and roll plan and
mid-day breakfast (hot) instead of their own
early heavy breakfast and starvation
lunch. It was a common practice for
the ladies stopping at the Goldener
Stern to supplement their breakfast
with fresh fruit from the market. For
this purpose they provided little twig or
wicker baskets, and for from ten to twenty
pfennig filled them with delicious cher
ries, red and white currants, or berries ;
later, it would be plums and pears and
grapes. It takes five pfennig to make a cent,
so it may be imagined that the most moder
ate resources were not very soon exhausted
by this indulgence. The small fruits were
often not more than ten pfennig (two cents)
per pound, and the quantity one would re
ceive for this small sum was astonishing.
It was a constant source of amusement to
watch operations, to see the good haus-fraus
with their small covered baskets laboriously
inspecting and thriftily "beating down"
from what seemed to Americans miracu
lously low prices. Then the comparatively
small quantities purchased, and the neatness
with which they are freed from refuse and
put away in tht precious receptacle are a
lesson in housewifery which it would be
good fof our women to learn ; for our waste
often occupies more space than their pur
chases, while mistresses of houses and
mothers of families in this country would
frequently be puzzled to tell of their own
knowledge which part was waste, which for
use. Market -gardening and marketing are
both suitable employments for women—the
latter a duty for married women who would
make the most and the best of the means
their husbands put in their hands. Few who
are ignorant of it look upon it in the light of
a pleasure, but it becomes so when one has
learned its methods and discovered in how
many ways its intelligent performance adds
to the comfort and general welfare of the
family.
The woman who goes to market knows
all the changes and chances that come with
the seasons. She soon becomes a favorite
customer with the butcher, the baker, the
grocer, and the fruit and vegetable man—
for she is appreciative, and has her money
in her pocket. They bring out for her their
freshest wares, and save for her the coveted
bargain. She is able to avoid that which she
had intended to buy if it happens to be dear
and undesirable, and can make another se
lection in her own interest. She gets in
middle ribs for a roast, while the outside,
which she will not have, is sent to the woman
who is represented in the "order-book."
The order-book is the prolific source of ac
cumulated debt, and of wretched, dissatisfied
lives. Orders may, or may not be satisfac
torily filled—usually they are not; but the
financial responsibility they represent in
creases in value with marvelous rapidity,
but is kept quite out of sight until the day of
reckoning, when it looms up into twice its
expected proportions, and misery is the con
sequence. The women who delegate sivh
duties as these to others lose all the happi
ness which comes from the proper fulfill
ment of function—from the effort to gratify
the tastes, and add to the comfort of the
family. They do not know the detail of their
own lives; they miss the past of their experi
ences, and the daily routine is complaint and
apology for shortcomings. I have seen
tired and care-worn men sit down
to a table, no single article upon
which had been properly bought or rightly
cooked. "My dear, this fish ought to have
been broiled!" "Well, Why did you not
tell the boy to tell the cook ; you know how
ignorant they are. I'm sure it worries me
to death. I never go into the kitchen, for
if I did I couldn't eat anything the way
they use things ! " The ball thus started
rolls up on the shortcomings of cooks until
the strawberries are put on the table. "My
dear, where did you get these strawberries ;
they are very bad?" "I sent Charlie for
them. Charlie, where did you get the straw
berries?" Charlie, who knows that he upset
a part and scrambled for them during a
brief but precious game of marbles, says in
differently, "Why, I got them at old Sim
mons' of course. Where would I get them?"
"Simmons gets worse and worse," fretfully
remarks the wife, and the meal closes with
a resume of the sins and shortcomings of
Simmons.
Habits differ in different communities, f n
some it is a mark of solidity and respecta
bility for the lady to go to market; in others
she might feel that her dignity was severely
compromised. Common sense, however if
it is persisted in, will generally carry the
day against stupidity, and the lady who
does her own marketing, who makes a
business of it, who studies how to do it
well and satisfactorily to herself, and
those about her, will soon feel that
public opinion has nothing to do
with regulating her duties, except to
stimulate her to perform them ; and that
when it undertakes to suppress her proper
performance of them she is bound to dis
regard it. Preparation for and religious
performance of every-day duty are those
things that are most needed and are most
conducive to the general welfare. Marketing
is one of these duties, and it ought to be a
part of the regular routine of every married
woman whose income is not princely. Girls
ought to be trained to it; and debt in the
family should be unknown.
This is now usually the case where women
are wholly or in part the bread-winners.
Women are afraid of debt—they are also
afraid of everything with which they are not
acquainted—and when the husband begins
by announcing the requirements of a fastid
ious appetite, and the necessity which he
feels for giving personal supervision to the
question of supplies, the young wife fre
quently succumbs from timidity. This is
all wrong. In whatever it is right for her to
do she should assert herself, not violently,
but decisively. Usually it is not because of
his appetite, but his unwillingness to allow
her to control household funds, which is at
the bottom of his expressed desire to save
her trouble, and take it himself. Let her
spirit of sacrifice be equal to his—let her
refuse utterly* to shirk responsibility, espe
cially that of spending money wisely ; for
if she does not learn how to spend it wisely,
it is pretty sure to be spent unwisely, and
the source of supply for daily necessities is
where money can be most wisely spent and
most unwisely wasted.
Left-Haiul Writing by Soldiers.
The Roman soldier used to be trained to
use his left hand as well as his right. This
was done so that if he happened to lose his"
right hand in action, he could carry on
the fight with the left. Our American sol
diers who have suffered that loss have trained
the left hand to a more beneficent use.
A gentleman in New York city, awhile
since, took it into his head to collect speci
mens of writing from soldiers who had lost
their right bands in battle and afterward
learned to use the left. He gave public notice
of his desire, and offered prizes for the best
of these specimens. Pretty soon they began to
come in, and by the time specified for award
ing the prizes 300 samples of such left
hand writing by maimed soldiers had arrived.
I have been looking over some of this writ
ing. A great many of the specimens are
written in a beautiful manner. All are
food. The writing in nearly all cases slants
ackward instead of forward. One piece of
writing from a soldier who had lost both
arms was made by holding the pen in his
month.— North American Review.
MY LADY'S CUFF.
My little lady's snowy cuff
Got loose upon her wrist ;
She struggled, in a pretty huff,
To fasten it, and missed ;
Vexed, she pulled off the linen tease
And handed it to me.
"Just put it in your pocket, please,
Until we're home," said she.
But, ah ! what happened at the door
Made cuff and all forgot,
Since I had thought for nothing more
Than of my happy lot ;
My little lady's lips were sweet,
So sweet—no more I'll say ;
I cannot, it would be unmeet
She got the cuff' next day.
It chanced again, as from the play
We came, I said, in jest ;
"Give me your cuffs, dear, that I may
Forget—you know the rest ;"
She softly laughed : "Of course I will ;
I'll give it to you here."
And then—I feel the tingle still—
I got it, on my ear.
—Chicago Tribune.
A LEAF FOR LIBERTY.
BY GENERAL J. MADISON DRAKE.
[Copyrighted, 1887. J
In 1864, with many other Union offi
cers, I was greatly dissatisfied with the
hospitality extended me by the officials
of the Confederate States, and, much
against my will, transported from point
to point, until finally lodged in the fetid
jail-yard at Charleston, S. C., during the
prevalence of the yellow fever in that
city. I had seen much of war and its
vicissitudes before my capture by the
Confederates at the sanguinary battle of
Drury 's Bluff, Va., but it was not until
I became a prisoner that I really com
prehended all its horrors.
At Macon and Savannah I had labored
hard in digging tunnels with a view of
regaining the freedom for which I wearily
pined. This work
ff I was > course, per
formed in the night
time under most
difficult and
embarrassi n g
circumstances
as well as dan
ger. Often, as
daybreak dawned (my task for the ni_ r ht
having been accomplished) have I
staggered to my quarters in an ex
hausted condition, weary in well-doing,
my hands lacerated and bleeding, but
my heart beatiug as strongly as ever
and encouraging me to continue my
efforts, which, unfortunately, invariably
proved futile, owing to the vigilance
of our keeper or treachery on the
part of those who professed to be
comrades. Had we not been betrayed at
Macon,where we completed five tunnels,
several of which were over seventy-five
yards in length, the 1,000 officers, most
of whom were good men and true, would
have effected the liberation of the 40,000
enlisted men at Andersonville, forty
miles away. But treachery thwarted
our well-laid plans and doomed 10,000
men to a lingering death.
At Charleston, which we reached early
in September, our condition was pitiful.
True, a large portion of our officers
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were quite de
c e n 11 y provided
with quarters on
Broad street, and
at the Roper and
Marine hospitals,
but those of us,
several hundred in
number, who were
corralled within the
walls of the noi
some jail-yard,
were wretched in
the extreme. At
one time no rations were served during
a term of three days, our keepers at
tempting to console us by saying that
one of Foster's shells had destroyed
their commissariat.
Charleston at this period was not a de
sirable place of residence for anybody,
for besides the almost constant danger
from fragments of 200-pound shells
which whizzed through the air a
distance of six and seven miles, carrying
death and destruction to the inhabi-.
tants,we were surrounded by a still
more implacable enemy—yellow fever.
My thoughts weighed heavily upon
me during my imprisonment, but
never so terribly as at Charleston,
where I had no diversion, even tun
neling being out of the question. I
had no correspondence with my family
or friends, and was profoundly ignorant
of events transpiring in the outer world.
A newspaper or a book would have
proven a friend to consult or an adver
sary to combat. But I was shut out
from all that was light and joy and
brightness, and forced to live with my
bitterest enemy—thought. And how
oppressive was that feeling which con
tinually spoke to me of my desperate and
forlorn position !
But our hearts were gladdened one
evening by a rumor that w r e were to be
removed to Columbia, and believing that
the long-sought opportunity for escape
would present itself, I invited three
friends—Captains Harry H. Todd, Eighth
New Jersey; J. E. Lewis, Eleventh Con
necticut, and Albert Grant, Nineteenth
Wisconsin—to join me in such an attempt.
Procuring a piece of map from a Ten
nessee officer,we traced our intended and
carefully-studied journey on greased pa
*
per and went to sleep to dream of lib
erty, friends anil home.
Early next morning, 600 officers were
assembled in front of the jail-yard and
quickly started for the depot, no unnec
essary time being lost in starting, as
none of us had any superfluous baggage
to "check." We embarked on dilapidated
box cars, but recently .used in the trans
portation of cattle, whose condition was
far from being pure or wholesome and
which excited comment not entirely flat
tering to our keepers. In an hour
Charleston and its environs were lost to
our view. The car in which myself and
chosen companions had taken the pre
caution to embark (the next one to the
caboose, filled with the reserve) was
guarded by a sergeant and six armed men,
w T liose acquaintance we lost no time in
cultivating and with whose political
views we, for the nonce, thought it wise
to concur. The burden of their song and
hope was that McClellan would be elected
President, as to him they looked for a
termination of the war and a recognition
of their government.
Watching my opportunity, I succeeded
in removing the percussion caps from
the ritles of our Confederate friends, but
the task was only accomplished after
vexatious delays and at considerable per
sonal risk. The removal of the last cap
increased our courage and our determi
nation to jump from the car the moment it
reached the north side of the Congaree
river. This precaution would facilitate
our flight, providing no injuries were
sustained in leaping, as the guards would
be unable to discharge their rifles, the
only means they had of sounding an
alarm—the train being without a bell
rope. We hoped for the best and
anxiously awaited the moment fraught
with so much interest.
The shades of night were beginning to
envelop the earth as our train crossed
the long, rickety wooden structure span
ning the river, but owing to a section of
trestle-work beyond, Captain Todd de
clined to give the signal to jump, the
moments, meanwhile, hanging heavily.
The wheezing wood-burning locomotive
at length gained terra-fir nm and increased
its speed, and for a time it appeared as
if the favorable moment had passed,
never to return. Neither of us could
consult the situation, as the guards con
tinued to occupy the space uncomfort
ably near the door. And besides it was
now too dark to distinguish anything
•within or without, save the light-colored
sky over the dark tree tops—that was
all.
It would be useless to affirm that my
mind was calm and serene, or that I had
no misgivings as to what might be the re
sult of the contemplated frightful leap
into unknown space, attended as it must
necessarily be by many dan
ger«. But the intense ex
citement into which our
minds had been thrown—the
resolve to seek liberty, and
freedom, and home and
friends, overcame every fear
of peril, and the instant that
Todd, who stood nearest the
open doorway, gave a yell,
we sprang from the car, and.
for a time, at least, were
free. We had no leisure to
reflect upon the terrors of
our new situation. Fortune
had so far favored us ;
that was sufficient for practi
cal purposes. Besides, three
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rifle flashes (the train was not more than
a mile distant) warned us that if we
would have perfect freedom, much still
remained to be accomplished. At once
striking off into a dismal cypress swamp
which lined the river's bank, the rain
falling heavily, to our great joy, we
placed as muchspace as was possible be
tween ourselves and our excited pur
suers ; and throughout the long night we
heard with fear and trembling the loud
baying of blood-hounds, and the rough
voices of those detailed for the
pursuit. Water, however, effaced our
tracks and destroyed the scent of our
footsteps, and when daylight broke
through the labyrinth of branches
overhead, nothing could be heard of
those we had so skillfully and success
fully baffled. It was only fhen that
I reflected upon the dangers I had
just escaped, upon the many chances
of fortune which hr.d turned out
favorably to me, upon the liberty I
wa9 beginning to enjoy and which I most
certainly had in prospect. This greatly
moved'me, and in thankfulness to a
merciful Providence, I felt as though
suffocating with sensibility until tears
came to my relief. The following night
we emerged from the swamp where rep
tiles alone had kept us company, and
taking a northerly course between the
railroad and the Wateree river, com
menced our great journey for "God's
country," as prisoners of war called
the North, which we only reached
after enduring severe privations and
incredible Hardships, making a tramp
without guide or compass, or money,
or arms, part of the time bare
footed, through three of the enemy's
States—South and North Carolina and
Tennessee—a distance of 1,000 miles,
and crossing the Blue Ridge mountains
in a terrible snowstorm, forty-nine days
being necessary for the accomplishment
of the great tramp.
IN LIGHTER VEIN.
HE WAS NO HOG.
"Waiter !"
"Yes, sir."
"You may bring nie a slice of salmon,
roast beef and potatoes, lobster salad, ham
and eggs, stuffed veal, lettuce and radishes."
"Yes, sir."
"And, waiter !"
"Yes, sir."
"Rhubarb and custard pies, strawberries
and a plate of vanilla ice cream."
"Tea or coffee ?"
"Coffee."
"Anytning else, sir?"
"No, nothing else. Do you take me for a
hog?"
WHAT A MAN CAN CREATE.
Teacher—Johnny, what is the meaning of
the word "create?"
Johnny—To make something out of noth
ing, ma'am.
"Can a human being create anything?"
'Yes'm."
"Indeed ! What can a man create, for in
stance?"
"He can create a disturbance, ma'am."
"You may go to your seat."
BACON VINDICATED.
First Citizen—Why, my friend, how's
this ? You seem to have more than you can
carry.
Second Citizen—Yesh, shlightlv (bio.
Y'see I made two (hie) thousan' on Read
ing, and—shebratin' littlesh.
First Citizen—0! yes, I see: you are prov
ing the truth of Iîacon's assertion that
"Reading makes a full man."
HE WAS A WRITER.
"I didn't know Smith was a literary man,"
remarked the major.
"I don't think he is," remarked the judge.
"But didn't you tell Jones awhile ago that
he tried to make money by his pen ?'
"Yes, but it was by signing another man's
name to a check."
MRS. FANGLE WANTS INFORMATION.
"I see," remarked Fangle, looking up from
the paper, "that a Western phrenologist says
Sullivan is deficent in com bati veil ess."
"Does he?" replied Mrs. Fangle; "but
what does he say about his fighting
bumps?"
THEY RAN NO RISKS.
First Small Boy—Betcber five cents!
Second Small Boy—I'll jist go ver a nickel.
Third Small Boy—Lemme hold the stakes !
First and Second Small Boys (in unison)—
Nixev! 'Spose we're goin' to give ver a
chance to skip to Canada with that boodle?
HE PIP NOT ENJOY IT.
"Well. Jim, did yon enjoy the play?"
"No. Dick; 1 didn't. It was a spiritless
performance."
"Oh ! yes ; I noticed that you didn't go
out between the acts to see a man."
FOR THE BASEBALL COLUMN.
Reporter (to the city editor)—There was a
strike out at the steel works.
City Editor (absently)—A strike out ! Give
that item to the sporting editor.
QUIPS.
Which is the more odorous, a young onion
or a gas-leek ?
When is a scheme not a scheme? When
it's afoot, of course.
A car pet—The man who always rises to
cive his seat to a lady.
An English doctor says cats die of liver
complaint, but until he produces a defunct
feline we shall not believe him.
A young man in New Jersey, on trial for
the murder of his cousin, testified that on
the night of the tragedy he was at home
playing an accordion. An Eastern paper
discussing this point, says : "It is hard to
see how he can escape the gallows now. He
will be hung on general principles." But if
he is hung on general principles, of what use
would the gallows be? W. H. S.
BUYING A BONNET.
The Clever Way in Which Mrs. Flim and
the Milliner Got Ahead of Fliin.
"Did I tell you," asked Fogg, "how Mrs.
Flim got ahead of Billy? No? Then I
must tell you. You see that Billy and his
wife had had a good deal of talk about
shopping. Billy said a woman didn't know
any more about laying out money than a
hen. Billy's wife is a quiet sort o' woman,
not a bit given to wrangling, and so she
said :
" 'Billy, I'm going to buy a bonnet this
afternoon. If it isn't too much trouble can't
you go to the milliner's with me and give
me the advantage of vour experience?'
"Well, Billy fixed himself and trotted
down with Mrs. Flim. The milliner showed
them two bonnets. One of them was a
plain, dowdy affair—that's what Mrs. Flim
told my wife—and the other was perfectly
lovelv, so Mrs. Fogg says :
" 'What's the price?' "asked Billy.
" 'This one,' savs the milliner, taking up
a pretty one, 'is êlO, but perhaps you want
something nicer. Now, here's one* just out,
imported ; this I can sell for #12—a real bar
gain.' And with that she held up the plain
bonnet.
"Billv looked first at one and then at the
other. Then he whispered to his wife. 'This
cheap one is a good deal handsomer than the
other.' ,»
"'Do you think so, dear?' asked Mrs.
Flim.
"Of course it is,'said Billy. 'I'd rather
give twenty for it than five for that other
one.'
" 'Would you, dear?' said Mrs. Flim.
'Well, just as you say, dear. I should prefer
the $12 one, biit if you think the other—'
" 'There's no comparison between them,'
interrupted Billy. 'That thing I wouldn't
give $3 for. This one's a beauty, and cheap
at $25.'
"The bonnet was band-boxed and Billy
carried it home, as proud as a peacock at the
big trade he had made. And he couldn't
help reminding Mrs. Flim every now and
then what a foolish bargain she would have
made if he hadn't been with her.
"Next day Billy came home from the shop
raving, 'Look here!' he exclaimed. That
milliner's a cheat. That bonnet, that neat,
pretty one, that we didn't take—you know
I advised you to buy that one—(the lying
rascal)--'s in the window marked ?6.'
" 'Is t?' asked Mrs. Flim. 'But then
what do we care? Von said you wouldn't
give S3 for it; you know that you would
rather give $25 for the other one.'
"Billv hadn't a word to say. 'But mv
wife savs: 'How he would bounce and
sputter if he only knew that Mrs. t lint and
the milliner had it all made up between
them how they'd fool the old fallow .
Boston Transcript.
The Seabrook, N. H., selectmen have de
cided that a hen is not an animal. All those
who h.-ve ever dined at a boarding-house
will agree with them. The hen is a min
eral.— Burlington Free Press. .
Following Instructions. f
Mose Quackenboss had taken a glass or
two too many for the good of his individual
equilibrium, and as he passed up Austin av
enue, with a staggering gait, he was met by
Brother Whangaoodle Baxter.
"Why, Mose," said Brother Baxter, "Ise
donesr>rry to see ver in such an infamous
condishion. De road seems entirely too nar
rer for y er terday."
"That's a fact, Brudder Baxter," replied
Mose, "but didn't ver allers advise me ter
walk in de—hic—narrer way?"— Texas Sift
ings.
Twenty Schooners to a Keg,
A Philadelphia paper says there is enough
beer consumed in the United States every
year to float all the navies in the world.
That's nothing. Twenty schooners some
times come out of one keg.— Washington
Critic.
Liebig
Malt
Extract.
Recommended by Physicians
of the highest eminence on both
sides of the Atlantic as an invaluable
Tonic and Restorative in cases ot
General Debility, Nervous Depres
sion, Enfeebled Constitution and Fe
male Weakness.
Nursing Mothers , who suffer
from poverty of milk, will find it a
specific for their troubles. It stim
ulates the digestion, sharpens the
appetite, invigorates and builds up
the entire system, and excites a gen
erous flow o? milk.
Weak and Sickly Children,
who suffer from lassitude and wear
iness, the result of disease, over- ,
study, or nervous strain, will derive
substantial benefit from its use.
Invalids and Convalescents
will find it admirably adapted .lor
sustaining life and restoring lost
strength. When the stomach is weak
and refuses other nourishment the
Extract will prove an excellent sub
stitute for food.
Delicate Females , who suffer
from the weaknesses of their sex, will
derive lasting relief front its use. It
improves the digestion, purifies the
blood, stimulates the appetite and
revives the spirits.
Weak and Delicate Persons
Generally who require some arti
ficial restorative—and especially those
who are inclined to Consumption
will find this preparation exactly
suited to their needs. It is a specific
for the Coughs and Nervous affec
tions usually incident to a low state
of the system.
As a Flesh Restorer it pos
sesses the highest value. The whole
tendency of its action is to stimulate
the digestion of fat-producing foods,
and its effect is invariably to give
fullness and roundness to the female
form, and robustness to the masculine
frame.
For sale by Druggists and Deal
ers throughout the United States.
Price fifty cents per bottle.
One dozen bottles sent to any p<irt
of the United States, expressage
paid, upon receipt ot five dollars.
The Charles A. Vogeler Co., Baltimore, Mi