anaheim-gazette 1933-11-16

WHISPERING ROCK by JOHN LEBAR SIXTEENTH INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS: Ruth Warren, who lived in the East, is willed three-fourth interest in the "Dead Lantern" ranch in Arizona by her only brother who is reported to have met his death while on business in Mexico. Arriving in Arizona with her husband who has all-ing lungs and their small child, they learn that the ranch is located $5 miles from the nearest railroad. Old Charley Thane, rancher and rural mail carrier agrees to take them to the "Dead Lantern" gate, 5 miles from the ranch house. As they trudge wearily through a gulch approaching the ranch house, a voice whispers "Go back! . . . Go back!" At the ranch house they are greeted suspiciously by the gaunt rancher partner, Snavely, and Indian Ann, a herculean woman of mixed negro and Indian blood. Snavely is difficult to understand but regardless, Ruth takes up the task of trying to adjust their three lives to the ranch and its development. Kenneth, Ruth's husband, caught in chilling rain contracts pneumonia and passes away before a doctor arrives. Ruth tries to carry on. She is not encouraged by Snavely in plans to try and stock the ranch or improve it. She writes to her father in the East asking a loan with which to buy cattle. She receives no reply. Will Thane comes home to visit his father . . . and Ruth meets him. A rancher nearby decides to retire and offers to sell Ruth and Snavely his livestock on credit. Snavely tries to balk the deal but Ruth buys to the limit of her three-quarter interest in Dead Lantern ranch. Ruth was plainly skeptical. "If you're sure it will help, Mr. Snavely, we'll certainly put it in the water. But at the same time we'll get a veterinary." "There ain't a bit of use in getting a vet., Mrs. Warren. This stuff is certain. All knowledge ain't stuck in the vest pocket of scientific folks. Why, that old nigger claimed this was discovered in Africa—the only place they have liver fever common—an' for nobody knows how many years the savages have used this same medicine. A thing that's been used by people for a thousand years an' found to work, don't need no doctors to help it none." "Well, we'll try it to-night, if you like, but I wish you'd leave for town in the morning—you know we have to have supplies anyway." Snavely rode away with his box of medicine and returned about nine that evening. After he had eaten he came to Ruth's door and knocked. "I've put some in every represa, Mrs. Warren, and in the corral troughs and in the troughs by the spring—" Ruth opened her door and stepped outside, for David had just gone to sleep. "Have you seen Francisco and Alfredo? They found seven more dead this afternoon—there are buzzards circling all along the foothill gullies. Please start to town early—if any machines pass, you ask them to send out a veterinary as soon as they reach town." "Mrs. Warren!" Snavely fixed her with narrowed eyes. "I know the medicine will stop the sickness!" The momentary steadiness of his eyes gave way to their customary jerking, and he walked toward his room. Only three cows, two yearling steer had alrea fore a doctor arrives. Ruth tries to carry on. She is not encouraged by Snavely in plans to try and stock the ranch or improve it. She writes to her father in the East asking a loan with which to buy cattle. She receives no reply. Will Thane comes home to visit his father ... and Ruth meets him. A rancher nearby decides to retire and offers to sell Ruth and Snavely his livestock on credit. Snavely tries to balk the deal but Ruth buys to the limit of her three-quarter interest in Dead Lantern ranch. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "Might be a good idea," said Snavely slowly, as they rode up to the remains of the cow which lay at the mouth of the gully. Snavely dismounted and examined the cow, Ruth sat on her horse, watching. "Say!" he said in a surprised voice. "it might be—no. Never heard of that in this country." He came toward the horses, shaking his head in perplexity. "What do you think it might be?" "I ain't saying yet—have to see another one or two. But if it's what looks like—Hmm." Snavely lapsed into silence as he and Ruth rode on. Finally the girl said, "Don't be so mysterious—please, if you think you know what's wrong, tell me!" "Well, I ain't saying yet, but if it's what it looks to be it's a lucky thing I'm here. I reckon I'm the only man in this country that's had to do with that sickness." Liver fever, I've heard it called in Texas—nobody knows what it is. outside, for David had just gone to sleep. "Have you seen Francisco and Alfredo? They found seven more dead this afternoon—these are buzzards circling all along the foothill gullies. Please start to town early—if any machines pass, you ask them to send out a veterinary as soon as they reach town." "Mrs. Warren!" Snavely fixed her with narrowed eyes. "I know the medicine will stop the sickness!" The momentary steadiness of his eyes gave way to their customary jerking, and he walked toward his room. Ruth did not quite know what to do. "Mrs. Warren"—Snavely stopped at his own door and his manner softened—"I know how you're worried an' if I didn't know the danger was over, I'd start for town now. Now listen here—if we find one fresh dead cow after tonight, I'll get your vet'nary. I'm saying this 'cause I know the sickness will stop, an' I ain't goin' a-foggin' into town for no vet'nary who couldn't do nothin' after he got here." Ruth stood thinking. She was not at that moment so very afraid of Snavely. Still... Anyway, she had his word; one more dead animal. And in three days Old Charley would be going into town. If need be, she could ask him to send out a veterinary. The following day five more dead animals were found, but none recently dead. Ruth tallied the balls and found only one, Number Six, missing. She crossed his number from her list. So far she had lost eighteen.head, about one thousand dollars. For all she knew, that thousand dollars might mean the failure to meet her note. Certainly, if many more cattle died she could not meet it. But no more cattle died. For a week every one anxiously watched for buzzards but the great birds had grown more scarce and not a single new death was reported. Ruth's relief was unbounded and Snavely's eyes glinted triumphantly. The day came when Snavely was setting out for town. Ruth spoke to him just as he was leaving. "I wish you'd take some of that medicine with you and see if you can't get it analyzed—go to a druggist and if he can tell what it is, get some more." Snavely nodded. "That's a good idea—I'll sure do it. We ain't got much left; but I don't think we'll have any more trouble. I'm just a mite worried about the stock in the north pasture—they feed along the foothills a heap an' you know it was foothill feeders that got took bad. We ain't found no sickness down on the meadows. I'll take a little of that powder into town but maybe you'd better put some in the spring troughs — I ain't done that lately. Better put some in tonight — there's a lot of foothill grazers watering at them troughs." That evening Ruth reached up to the medicine shelf, found the partly filled cardboard box and poured a small outside, for David had just gone to sleep. "Have you seen Francisco and Alfredo? They found seven more dead this afternoon—these are buzzards circling all along the foothill gullies. Please start to town early—if any machines pass, you ask them to send out a veterinary as soon as they reach town." "Mrs. Warren!" Snavely fixed her with narrowed eyes. "I know the medicine will stop the sickness!" The momentary steadiness of his eyes gave way to their customary jerking, and he walked toward his room. Ruth did not quite know what to do. "Mrs. Warren"—Snavely stopped at his own door and his manner softened—"I know how you're worried an' if I didn't know the danger was over, I'd start for town now. Now listen here—if we find one fresh dead cow after tonight, I'll get your vet'nary. I'm saying this 'cause I know the sickness will stop, an' I ain't goin' a-foggin' into town for no vet'nary who couldn't do nothin' after he got here." Ruth stood thinking. She was not at that moment so very afraid of Snavely. Still... Anyway, she had his word; one more dead animal. And in three days Old Charley would be going into town. If need be, she could ask him to send out a veterinary. The following day five more dead animals were found, but none recently dead. Ruth tallied the balls and found only one, Number Six, missing. She crossed his number from her list. So far she had lost eighteen.head, about one thousand dollars. For all she knew, that thousand dollars might mean the failure to meet her note. Certainly, if many more cattle died she could not meet it. But no more cattle died. For a week every one anxiously watched for buzzards but the great birds had grown more scarce and not a single new death was reported. Ruth's relief was unbounded and Snavely's eyes glinted triumphantly. The day came when Snavely was setting out for town. Ruth spoke to him just as he was leaving. "I wish you'd take some of that medicine with you and see if you can't get it analyzed—go to a druggist and if he can tell what it is, get some more." Snavely nodded. "That's a good idea—I'll sure do it. We ain't got much left; but I don't think we'll have any more trouble. I'm just a mite worried about the stock in the north pasture—they feed along the foothills a heap an' you know it was foothill feeders that got took bad. We ain't found no sickness down on the meadows. I'll take a little of that powder into town but maybe you'd better put some in the spring troughs — I ain't done that lately. Better put some in tonight — there's a lot of foothill grazers watering at them troughs." That evening Ruth reached up to the medicine shelf, found the partly filled cardboard box and poured a small outside, for David had just gone to sleep. "Have you seen Francisco and Alfredo? They found seven more dead this afternoon—these are buzzards circling all along the foothill gullies. Please start to town early—if any machines pass, you ask them to send out a veterinary as soon as they reach town." "Mrs. Warren!" Snavely fixed her with narrowed eyes. "I know the medicine will stop the sickness!" The momentary steadiness of his eyes gave way to their customary jerking, and he walked toward his room. Ruth did not quite know what to do. "Mrs. Warren"—Snavely stopped at his own door and his manner softened—"I know how you're worried an' if I didn't know the danger was over, I'd start for town now. Now listen here—if we find one fresh dead cow after tonight, I'll get your vet'nary. I'm saying this 'cause I know the sickness will stop, an' I ain't goin' a-foggin' into town for no vet'nary who couldn't do nothin' after he got here." Ruth stood thinking. She was not at that moment so very afraid of Snavety. Still... Anyway, she had his word; one more dead animal. And in three days Old Charley would be going into town. If need be, she could ask him to send out a veterinary. The following day five more dead animals were found, but none recently dead. Ruth tallied the balls and found only one, Number Six, missing. She crossed his number from her list. So far she had lost eighteen.head, about one thousand dollars. For all she knew, that thousand dollars might mean the failure to meet her note. Certainly, if many more cattle died she could not meet it. But no more cattle died. For a week every one anxiously watched for buzzards but the great birds had grown more scarce and not a single new death was reported. Ruth's relief was unbounded and Snavety's eyes glinted triumphantly. The day came when Snavety was setting out for town. Ruth spoke to him just as he was leaving. "I wish you'd take some of that medicine with you and see if you can't get it analyzed—go to a druggist and if he can tell what it is, get some more." Snavety nodded. "That's a good idea—I'll sure do it. We ain't got much left; but I don't think we'll have any more trouble. I'm just a mite worried about the stock in the north pasture—they feed along the foothills a heap an' you know it was foothill feeders that got took bad. We ain't found no sickness down on the meadows. I'll take a little of that powder into town but maybe you'd better put some in the spring troughs — I ain't done that lately. Better put some in tonight — there's a lot of foothill grazers watering at them troughs." That evening Ruth reached up to the medicine shelf, found the partly filled cardboard box and poured a small outside, for David had just gone to sleep. "Have you seen Francisco and Alfredo? They found seven more dead this afternoon—these are buzzards circling all along the foothill gullies. Please start to town early—if any machines pass, you ask them to send out a veterinary as soon as they reach town." "Mrs. Warren!" Snavely fixed her with narrowed eyes. "I know the medicine will stop the sickness!" The momentary steadiness of his eyes gave way to their customary jerking, and he walked toward his room. Ruth did not quite know what to do. "Mrs. Warren"—Snavley stopped at his own door and his manner softened—"I know how you're worried an' if I didn't know the danger was over, I'd start for town now. Now listen here—if we find one fresh dead cow after tonight, I'll get your vet'nary. I'm saying this 'cause I know the sickness will stop, an' I ain't goin' a-foggin' into town for no vet'nary who couldn't do nothin' after he got here." Ruth stood thinking. She was not at that moment so very afraid of Snavety. Still... Anyway, she had his word; one more dead animal. And in three days Old Charley would be going into town. If need be, she could ask him to send out a veterinary. The following day five more dead animals were found, but none recently dead. Ruth tallied the balls and found only one, Number Six, missing. She crossed his number from her list. So far she had lost eighteen.head, about one thousand dollars. For all she knew, that thousand dollars might mean the failure to meet her note. Certainly, if many more cattle died she could not meet it. But no more cattle died. For a week every one anxiously watched for buzzards but the great birds had grown more scarce and not a single new death was reported. Ruth's relief was unbounded and Snavety's eyes glinted triumphantly. The day came when Snavety was setting out for town. Ruth spoke to him just as he was leaving. "I wish you'd take some of that medicine with you and see if you can't get it analyzed—go to a druggist and if he can tell what it is, get some more." Snavety nodded. "That's a good idea—I'll sure do it. We ain't got much left; but I don't think we'll have any more trouble. I'm just a mite worried about the stock in the north pasture—they feed along the foothills a heap an' you know it was foothill feeders that got took bad. We ain't found no sickness down on the meadows. I'll take a little of that powder into town but maybe you'd better put some in the spring troughs — I ain't done that lately. Better put some in tonight — there's a lot of foothill grazers watering at them troughs." That evening Ruth reached up to the medicine shelf, found the partly filled cardboard box and poured a small outside, for David had just gone to sleep. "Have you seen Francisco and Alfredo? They found seven more dead this afternoon—these are buzzards circling all along the foothill gullies. Please start to town early—if any machines pass, you ask them to send out a veterinary as soon as they reach town." "Mrs. Warren!" Snavley fixed her with narrowed eyes. "I know the medicine will stop the sickness!" The momentary steadiness of his eyes gave way to their customary jerking, and he walked toward his room. Ruth did not quite know what to do: "Mrs. Warren!" She looked at her feet of the troughs.All were dead. For the next five hours and with the two Mexicans with the dying steer, it Norr pleasant to treat an ongoing; for according to her steer and her Cattle Guide it had been poisonous steer was dead.Ruth wore cine shelf.S standing on her barley which lifted her level of the shelf,s there were two Quaker each containing a whitish outside of one box in pencil.“for liver fevour box had a poison lax Ruth held a box in each from one to the other—her,she could not tell taken from the shelf before. Old Charley sat upon leaning slightly forward ent eyes on a thin thru which came from a clu mesquite,half a mile beern boundary of his ra just noticed that thread old man' rode to the hill,vover whichthe fem mounted and,kicking studieda mesquite tree as a post in the fence much grunting and ma remarks regarding thor There are buzzards circling all along the foothill gullies.” silence as he and Ruth rode on.Finally the girl said,"Don't be so mysterious,-please, if you think you know what's wrong,tell me!" “Well，I amn't saying yet，但but if it's what looks to be it's a lucky thingI'm here.I reckon I'm the only man in this country that's had to do with that sickness.'Liver fever,'I've heard it called in Texas-nobody knows what it's in.Very uncommon” He was going to pay his neighbor a ca "There are buzzards circling all along the foothill gullies." silence as he and Ruth rode on. Finally the girl said, "Don't be so mysterious—please, if you think you know what's wrong, tell me!" "Well, I ain't saying yet, but if it's what it looks to be it's a lucky thing I'm here. I reckon I'm the only man in this country that's had to do with that sickness. 'Liver fever,' I've heard it called in Texas—nobody knows what it is. Very uncommon." Mr. Snavely's worst suspicions were confirmed after the next examination. He looked up. "It's liver fever, sure enough!" "What shall we do—will the whole herd get it?" "I've got the cure for it. We're mighty lucky to find out about it so soon. It's easy, dead easy, to cure, but if we let it go it'll clean out every animal on this ranch an' out of this section of this country. It's a very rare an' uncommon sickness, liver fever is, but I can cure it." Snavely's eyes glinted eagerly. "I had occasion in Texas with a herd that near died of it—nobody, no vetinary, nor smart man could do a thing. Just when things was worst an old nigger man came into camp an' said he could cure all them as was left. He done it—not a single animal died after old Jake doctored them." "How?" "He just put a little medicine in the water they drunk, that's all. I got five pounds of that medicine for a dollar a pound an' I still got it. I can put that medicine in the water an' there won't be no more deaths." "What is the medicine?" "I don't rightly know. Old Jake wouldn't tell, an' it don't make no difference what it is. You come back to the barn with me, an' we'll start right in doctorin' the water." At the barn Snavely rummaged among the litter of the medicine shelf and produced a Quaker Oats box nearly full of a dirty white powder. "Here she is." He smiled broadly. "The vary same stuff. A good big cupfull in each represa'll stop the sickness—nary a cow'll die from to-night any more trouble. I'm just a mite worried about the stock in the north pasture—they feed along the foothills a heap an' you know it was foothill feeders that got took bad. We ain't found no sickness down on the meadows. I'll take a little of that powder into town but maybe you'd better put some in the spring troughs — I ain't done that lately. Better put some in tonight — there's a lot of foothill grazers watering at them troughs." That evening Ruth reached up to the medicine shelf, found the partly filled cardboard box and poured a small amount in a cup. At the troughs she turned the water off so that the medicine would not be diluted during the night, poured in the powder and returned to the barn for her Spanish lesson. She hoped fervently that Snavely could obtain more of the medicine and, if not, decided that she would send a sample to Will—surely some DOROTHY DARNIT LABORATORY in Los Angeles would analyze it. As she and David and Alfredo were leaving the next morning for the day's riding, they chanced to go into the pasture by way of the spring troughs. It was early, and the advance guard of the herd was just coming over a distant hill for their first drink of the day, when the riders reached the troughs. Only three cows, two calves, and a yearling steer had already watered. his heavy body part way up the tree. From his new position he could see the origin of the smoke. One look told him much and his remarks increased in volume and temperature as he descended. The land from which the thread of smoke arose was free land—government homestead land. It joined the Thane ranch on the west and the Dead Lantern property on the north, extending eastward as far as the highway. Since Will had been a boy, Old Charley had planned for him to use his homestead rights to acquire this excellent piece of property. It would make a wonderful pasture — deep in grass and shade and having several natural sites for watering places. But when Will had come of age he was in college. And when he finished college he went into business — never did Will have six continuous months during which he could live on this property, make the required improvements, and so become owner of it. And now it appeared that some confounded foreigner was intent on taking this property away from Will! Old Charley dropped his horse's reins over a post and crawled through the fence. He was going to pay his would-be neighbor a call. He stopped about fifty feet from the shack. The setting sun throw deep shadows under the oak trees. The single window was open, but the old man could see nothing within. From the crazy chimney of stove pipe on the roof came a thin column of smoke. Near the door stood a box holding a washbasin. There was a splash of water on the side of the box. "Hello, neighbor!" called Old Charley. A frying pan dropped to the floor with a clatter, but no other response came from the house. Then, as he was about to call again, a cloth curtain dropped behind the window, as though released by the jerk of a string. Old Charley frowned and went toward the shack. He banged on the door. "Say, in there, I've got a message for you—from a friend." "I aln't got no friend sendin' me no messages!" The voice behind the door continued roughly: "What drunken vegetables is the Answer To Garden Surpluses Method of Preserving Truck Garden Produce Provides More Balanced Diets In State Surpluses of vegetables grown in unemployment relief gardens have been solved by drying the food for winter use. Prof. B. H. Crocheron says that the extension agents in the various counties have done much work along this line during the past summer. "A larger number of people in Los Angeles county," he says, "are living on a more nearly balanced diet as a result of the work carried on by the farm advisor cooperating with the food administration and with the unemployment relief units in the county. Together, they planted and supervised home and community gardens to supply the very necessary vegetables to those families who were unable to buy them. As a result, thousands of people who never gardened before have raised vegetables, and many a vacant lot that in past years was covered with weeds has been converted into a truck garden for the benefit of the owner or tenant, or for the relief of the unemployed. Drying Is the Answer "Having planted the gardens, raised the vegetables, and used all the fresh vegetables they could, the question arose as to what to do with the surplus which could not be used immediately. Canning was suggested. However, in California, where botulism is present in the soil, there is danger in canning non-acid vegetables without the use of a pressure cooker. Pressure cookers were not available for use in any quantity—and again, pressure cooker canning requires careful supervision by an experienced worker. So it was decided to dehydrate the surplus vegetables—a method that is safe and requires little supervision." Home demonstration agents held demonstrations to show how vegetables are He was going to pay his would-be neighbor a call. The six animals lay within a hundred feet of the troughs. All but the steer were dead. For the next five hours, Ruth, Ann, and the two Mexicans labored vainly with the dying steer. It is neither easy nor pleasant to treat animals for poisoning; for according to the actions of the steer and the Cattle Breeder's Guide it had been poisoned. When the steer was dead, Ruth went to the medicine shelf. Standing on a sack of rolled barley which lifted her eyes to the level of the shelf, she discovered that there were two Quaker Oats boxes, each containing a whitish powder. On the outside of one box was scrawled in pencil, "for liver fever"; the other box had a poison label "Cyanide." Ruth held a box in each hand, looking from one to the other—for the life of her, she could not tell which she had taken from the shelf the evening before. Old Charley sat upon his horse, leaning slightly forward, his belligerent eyes on a thin thread of smoke which came from a clump of oak and mesquite, half a mile beyond the eastern boundary of his ranch. He had just noticed that thread of smoke. The old man rode to the top of a small hill, over which the fence passed, dismounted and, kicking off his chaps, studied a mesquite tree which served as a post in the fence. Then, with much grunting and many scandalous remarks regarding thorns he hauled. A frying pan dropped to the floor with a clatter, but no other response came from the house. Then, as he was about to call again, a cloth curtain dropped behind the window, as though released by the jerk of a string. Old Charley frowned and went toward the shack. He banged on the door. "Say, in there, I've got a message for you—from a friend." "I aln't got no friend sendin' me no messages!" The voice behind the door rasped roughly. "What d'yuh want, stranger?" Old Charley almost abandoned the moonshiner hypothesis—moonshiners are more inquisitive about messages from friends. However, he tried again. The old man frowned. "My name's Thane—I own the ranch, here, and I thought I'd see who's living in this shack." "Like hell you own this land! I'm ownin' it myself, come another five months! I done paid my visit to the land office. Mister, and I don't feel like openin' no door. Don't like to talk noways — fat people don't agree with me." "What! Why, you low—" "Yeah," interrupted the voice, "and besides, I'm gettin' my supper so why don't you be a nice little fat man an' get th' hell off my property—huh?" Old Charley's face was the color of a well-done ham. He hit the door with a tremendous blow of his fist. "Open this!" Continued Next Week He Prefers "Man With a Hoe" Now Give Frank Sterner of Sacramento his choice and he'd prefer "The Man With The Hoe" any time. Testifying in police court, Sterner accused Mrs. G. J. Pretkis of poking a hoe through a hedge and jabbing him in the eye. The woman told the judge she believed she was aiming at another neighbor with whom she had quarreled. The hoe wielder drew a fine of $75. HOW WOMEN CAN WIN MEN AND MEN WIN The Favor of Other Men Unless two pints of bile juice flow daily from your liver into your bowels, your food decays in your bowels. This poisons your whole body. Movements get hard and constipated. You get yellow tongee, yellow skin, pimples, dull expect them to get rid of this poison that destroys your personal charm. They can't do it, for they only move out the tail end of your bowels and that doesn't take away enough of the decayed poison. Cosmetics won't help at all. Only a free flow of your bile juice will stop this decay poison in your bowels. The one milliliter vegetable which starts which could not be used immediately. Canning was suggested. However, in California, where botulism is present in the soil, there is danger in canning non-acid vegetables without the use of a pressure cooker. Pressure cookers were not available for use in any quantity—and again, pressure cooker canning requires careful supervision by an experienced worker. So it was decided to dehydrate the surplus vegetables—a method that is safe and requires little supervision." Home demonstration agents held demonstrations to show how vegetables are dried and in Imperial county, for instance, 12 such meetings were held, attended by 469 persons. As a result of this work, evaporators have been built and hundreds of pounds of vegetables have been evaporated for winter use. More than 300 copies of home evaporator circulators have been requested and distributed since this meeting. Shooting Guns From Highways Unlawful Nimrods who delight in using highway marker for targets may face prosecution on two counts if apprehended by state patrol officers who are on the lookout for this type of vandalism, states a recent state department of motor vehicles bulletin. One law being rigidly enforced at the present time by highway officers prohibits the shooting of firearms from highways, while another makes it a misdemeanor to destroy or injure official markers erected by the Automobile Club of Southern California. HOW WOMEN CAN WIN MEN AND MEN WIN The Favor of Other Men Unless two pints of bile juice flow daily from your liver into your bowels, your food decays in your bowels. This poisons your whole body. Movements get hard and constipated. You get yellow tongue, yellow skin, pimples, dull eyes, bad breath, bad taste, gas, dizziness, headache. You have become an ugly-looking, foul-smelling, sour-thinking person. You have lost your personal charm. Everybody wants to run from you. But don't take salts, mineral worms, oils, laxative pills, laxzifying or chewing gums and expect them to get rid of this poison that destroys your personal charm. They can't do it; for they only move out the tail end of your bowels and that doesn't take away enough of the decayed poison. Cosmetics won't help at all. Only a free flow of your bile juice will stop this decay poison in your bowels. The one milk vegetable medicine which starts a free flow of your bile juice is Carter's Little Liver Pills. No calomel (mercury) in Carter's. Only fine, mild vegetable extracts. If you would bring back your personal charm to win men, start taking Carter's Little Liver Pills according to directions today. 25c at drug stores. Refuse "something just as good" for it may grip, loosen teeth or scalp texture. Ask for Carter's Little Liver Pills by name and get what you ask for. ©1934, C.M.Co. ARNIT A.B.C. 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