"Quad's odds"; . ublic throat. If anybody likesoat-meal let him eat it, and if anybody prefers Grahamsdiet to warm biscuit, there is no law to prevent. But givethe remainder of us a rest. Dont keep writing, and 318 DO YOU HEAR? 819 declaring and printing that oat-moal will make a statesmanout of a fool, or reduce a statesman to the level of an idiotif he doesnt cram himself with it three times per day. Hang the man who says that carpets breed consumption;that gas is unhealthy; that people shouldnt drink whileeating; that stoves are killing us; that people should goto bed at dark and get up at
"Quad's odds"; . ublic throat. If anybody likesoat-meal let him eat it, and if anybody prefers Grahamsdiet to warm biscuit, there is no law to prevent. But givethe remainder of us a rest. Dont keep writing, and 318 DO YOU HEAR? 819 declaring and printing that oat-moal will make a statesmanout of a fool, or reduce a statesman to the level of an idiotif he doesnt cram himself with it three times per day. Hang the man who says that carpets breed consumption;that gas is unhealthy; that people shouldnt drink whileeating; that stoves are killing us; that people should goto bed at dark and get up at daylight; that marble-toptables are as bad as the cholera; that our boots and shoesand coats and dresses are knives and daggers drawingblood. I want to be let alone, and I know others who want tobe let alone. If we are galloping to the grave because wewont walk three miles before breakfast, or pound sand-bags, or swing clubs, its our own private business, and ourwidows will sooner secure our life insurance A TRUE ACCOUNT OF THE DEATH OFCAPTAIN COOK. $& WAS talking the other day with a grandson of one*Jgtj of the men who helped eat Captain Cook, the navi-gator. History has dealt very unjustly with the nativegentlemen who sat down to that feast, and I made thegrandson a solemn promise to set the matter right. This man Cook, as near as I can learn, used to keep ahotel in London, and was far from being a famous naviga-tor. When he landed on the island where his deathoccurred he cocked his hat over his left ear, squirtedtobacco juice around in a ferocious manner, and put onmore style than the foreman of a hand-engine at a villagefire. The natives welcomed him with shouts and smiles,told him to make himself at home at the best hotel on theisland, and all preparations were made to render stay pleasant and agreeable. It was planned tohold an ice-cream festival ; go on a fishing excursion;to have the band out every evening; to get up a sack-raceand have a greased pole;
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