Thursday, December 1, 1938
Anemia
To those unfamiliar with med
ical terms let me- say that the
word "anemia" means a scarcity
of blood but today its definition
is extended to stand for where
there is a deficiency of blood;
where the number of red blood
corpuscles are below normal;
where the blood has lost its char
acteristic properties, lacks the
proper color and is watery.
There are two forms of this
disease, now comparatively com
mon—one called "chlorosis" and
the other "pernicious anemia,"
the first named being compara
tively easy to treat while the lat
ter is positively a very serious
ailment.
Chlorosis is due to a lack of
coloring matter in the blood and
is usually encountered in young
girls and young women, whose
skin betrays their trouble, being
greenish and waxy in appearance.
There is often present headaches,
extreme weariness, heart trouble,
ringing in the ears and digestive
disorders. Fresh air, sunshine,
foods rich in iron, rapidly bring
about a cure however. A short
walk daily in the sunshine helps
materially too.
The symptoms of pernicious
anemia are many and men suffer
from it more frequently than wo-
men. *ln such cases there is
usually chronic infection some
where and the liver, spleen and
. kidneys are overburdened with
' iron. The heart is often fatty
and there may be hemorrhages.
Today, due to the advancement
of science, those suffering from
this condition need not despair
for there exists a simple remedy
within the reach of all—namely
liver txtract.
To Drs, George R. Minot and
William P. Murphy, both of Bos
ton, humanity is indebted for the
cure discovered. These doctors
ascertained that calf, beef or hog
livers was the exact type of diet
r patients needed to overcome ane
r mia and had their patients eat at
least half a pound per day.
Even if you are not suffering
from either form of anemia, it is
a wise precaution to eat liver
once or twice a week, or to take
liver extract in some appropriate
form, as your physician may sug
gest. •
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plan to increase the number of
fighting airplanes from 2,230 to
more than 7,000.
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BABS was such a little girl to
be disappointed at Christmas,
but there seemed no other
way.
Her mother called her to the bed
side. "Babs, darling," she began
softly, "Christmas will soon be
here."
The little girl's eyes shone. "It
won't be the same this year, dar
ling. There won't be any presents,
or well— anything."
"No Santa Claus?"
"No Santa Claus."
"But why?"
"You're going on five, Babs. Try
to understand. What we call Santa
Claus is really just the love peo
ple have for each other at Christ
mas." Her voice trailed off in a fit
of coughing. "That pillow—there—
now I can breathe. It isn't I don't
love you, darling. I just can't do
things this Christmas. That lovely
tree last year—you remember it,
don't you, Babs?"
"Oh, yes, Mummy."
"We'll try to have one like it next
year, if—" She choked a moment.
"If I get well."
"Why, Mummy, you're crying!"
"No, no I'm not. See? Why don't
you run out and play a bit? Get
your coat and rubbers."
Babs went out into the snow very
thoughtful. A group of children were
He came dressed as she had seen
him first, and with a bag of toys.
playing down the block, but she
didn't want company.
Of course there was a Santa
Claus. Hadn't he come last year?
And all her playmates—he came to
see them, too. How could Mummy
be so mistaken?
She hadn't intended to come so
far. But it was fun walking on the
crisp, cru.*chy snow. And there,
ahead, were men stringing lovely
colored lights and loops of greenery
on lamp posts.
"What's she want, Bill?"
°'l can't just get it. Something
about Santa Claus."*
"Why, sure, kid. Just down the
block. He's ringing a little bell."
The men laughed, and Babs
laughed, too. Santa Claus! She
would find Santa Claus. The street
was alarmingly crowded, but she
could hear the thin tinkle of a bell.
Then she saw him, all dressed in
red and with a long white beard. He
was sitting by a big red box, and
every now and then someone would
drop money into it. Babs stood foi
a long while watching, fascinated,
afraid to speak.
The tinkling stopped, and the San
ta Claus came over. "What's the
matter?" he asked gently. She let
him lead her back to the big red
box. He took her up on his lap, and
gave her the little bell to ring. Slow
ly she told her story. Mummy, who
was so sick, had said there wasn't
any Santa Claus this year. Babs
took care of Mummy. She didn't
know how to get home.
"I think I had better see if we
can't find your Mummy," Santa
Claus declared. "She's probably
worried about you. You aren't afraid
to come with me, are you?"
"Oh, no," Babs answered trust
ingly, and carried the bell while he
put away the big red box.
They found the right neighborhood
with no great difficulty. Babs in
sisted that Santa Claus come in, "to
show Mummy there really is a San
to Claus." and he agreed. Then
things began happening. There was
a doctor, and a nurse, and Babs
must be quiet, and mustn't see
Mummy—not for days. Through it
all Santa Claus kept coming back,
only without the beard or red suit.
Until Christmas, that is, and then
he came dressed as she had seen
him first, even to the little bell, and
with a big red box full of toys for
her. And as an even grander pres
ent, he said that Mummy was well
enough to sit up.
He was very tender to Mummy
and carried her gently to the bly
chair that was ready for her. Babs
wus sure that Mummy looked pret
tier than she had ever seen her.
Oh. it was such a Merry Christ
mas! If it could only last!
"My," said Babs, "I wish you
could stay here forever."
And the Santa Claus man an
swered very gravely, "Thank you,
Babs. There's nothing I should like
better."
But he wasn't looking at Baba. It
was more as though he were talk
ing to Mummy.
Copyright.—WNU Service.
THE ELKIN TRIBUNE, ELKIN, NORTH CAROLINA
The Little
Fir Tree
By Henry Harding
THERE was very little sunlight
in the forest The trees were
so big, all the grown up trees.
The little fir tree stretched himself,
and tried to imagine himself as full
grown. Looking up at the sky and
the stars and the moon, he listened
to the big trees talk. "Isn't the
moon bright tonight," one would
say; and there would be a gentle
rustling of their leaves as the trees
would shake their heads in agree
ment.
"I'm afraid you're going to be
stunted, because there is so much
shade here," a little squirrel said to
the fir one day as he jumped into
its branches and brushed the top
limbs with his bushy tail. "It takes
sunlight to make anything grow
strong and tall."
So the little flr tree stretched him
self up, and kept his head pointed
up toward the spot of sunlight he
saw clear up through the maze of
heavy tree growth. He could be
straight and upstanding, even if he
hadn't grown tall.
Today the ground was all covered
with the stayed white
in the forest. All but a few birds
had gone south. Every once in a
while there was the sound of steel
striking against wood, and infre
quently a crashing sound of falling
trees.
The tall trees began to tremble.
"The woodcutters are out. But this
is a funny time of year," one mur-
.
"I never saw a more beautiful
tree," he said. "It seems to glow."
mured to the others. Then one oI
the little snow birds spoke. "Have
you forgotten that every year they
come to cut Christmas trees?"
"What are Christmas trees?" the
little fir asked.
"Oh, they cut down the trees and
take them in the house, and put
candles on them so they look like
stars, and spangles that look like
snow shining in the moonlight. And
the people sing songs and give each
other gifts, and it is a time of being
glad," the little snow bird twittered
"Oh, I wish they would take me,"
the little tree cried in excitement
"I'd love to see it all. I'd love tc
make people happy. But I'm ton
little," and he sighed unhappily.
"Sh! Let's all be quiet," one of
the tall trees exclaimed. "The
woodsmen are comir? near us. We
must be quiet so they won't notice
us. Then we won't be cut down and
left to die."
But in spite of their silence, the
men drew near. They looked at the
trees, and one of them said: "Oh.
these are all too tall. No house or
church could hold them. Let's gel
on."
Just then a little lad who was
riding in the sled, called to his fa
ther: "Dad, can we find a little tree
for sister? Couldn't we find a cute
little tree to put in her very own
room?"
"Ho! Ho!" laughed a big rough
man. "In her own room? No little
girl will stay in her room on Christ
mas day!"
The lad's father answered, sadly:
"Yes, my little girl wilL She had
infantile paralysis last summer, and
hasn't been able to walk since. Sure
ly, son, we'll find a little tree for
her."
"Here I am, here I am! come
and get me," the little fir tree called
out lustily. And the little boy turned
and saw the branches trembling
and the little snow bird flying away
"Why, dad, there is a cute little
tree over there. Such a beautiful
straight tree. Wouldn't that do?"
he called.
The man got out from thcv sled
He walked to the tree and fondled it
gently. "I never saw a more beauti
ful tree. It seems to glow. Molly
will love it," be said with a smile.
The little tree was so happy that
he didn't feel the blows from the
ax that cut him to the ground. And
when they put him into the sled, he
was still happy. The little boy
called, to bis father: "It sounds as if
the little tree was singing when the
wind blows through its branches."
And the little tree laughed delight
edly.
Copyright.—WNU Sej vlc«.
Good Enough for Her
The preacher was reading the
Scripture when an old lady broke
in: "What kind of Bible are you
using, parson?"
"I'm reading from the Revised
Version," he replied.
"H'm!" she said. "The King
James Version was good enough
for St. Paul and it's good enough
for me."
Easy to Identify
The man and his wife were
hunting flies. "How many have
you caught?" asked she. "Six,"
he replied, "three males and
three females." "That's absurd,"
she said. "How could you tell
which is which?" "Easy enough,"
he replied. "I caught three on
the sugar and three on the mir
ror."
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