Life — May 10, 1929 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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How’s your optimism after meals? OST pessimism, according to a wise observer, comes from bad diges- tion. And most bad digestioncomes from carelessness — quick meals, big meals, weird meals. Have a stick of Beeman’s Pepsin Gum after eating. Help your digestion this pleasant, wholesome way, as millions now do. You'll like the fresh, keen Beeman"s flavor, the smooth way it chews. For over 30 years it has been a favorite among thinking people as a de- licious aid to digestion. roestion aids dig i “eettwiiee | SEER | ia i iy ss eye 2 a Life in Washington The more I consider the mess Owen Young has made of the present Rep- arations conference the more I realize why the report of the first Experts’ Committee was called the Dawes Plan. You recall, afterwards they said that | it was really Young who had done all the work and that General Dawes had got more credit than he deserved, etc. but now Messrs. Young and J. P. Morgan, with every nation and banker prepared to cooperate from the outset, have muffed the whole situa- tion, Not since Casey went to bat has there been such an anti-climax. Let’s see! didn’t we used to hear about how the great bankers and not the politicians were the people to reg- ulate international affairs? —_ Please the Lord, after this we won't have quite so much unctuous assertion of the divine right of the cheque-book to rule the world. Just about the time Mr. Young comes home without the bacon, General Dawes—who has been straightening out Dominican finance in his spare time—will reach the Lon- don Embassy, the prize plum of the diplomatic packet. Considering that Mr. Coolidge didn’t have much use for the man behind the underslung pipe, this is as dainty a piece of po- litical nose-tumbing as anything which has happened since the “Mayflower” was laid up for reasons of “economy.” I wonder if you have noticed the new strategy of the wets in sapping The Immaculate Amendment. They have scrapped all the rules of civi- lized warfare and are “bombarding enemy headquarters.” A dry Con- gressman is indicted for illegal pos- session and transportation of liquor. Another dry Congressman is accused of bringing wet goods through the New York customs under the “courtesy of the port” (it should be “courtesy of the Scotch”). A third dry Congress- man shrilly complains of losing money in speculating in Canadian distillery stocks. Last week the D. A. R. assembled here, blacklisted Mrs. Baillie of Cam- bridge, Mass., for saying there was a blacklist, and then dissembled. Con- gress, more open in its methods, plans to blacklist Canadian wheat, Argen- tine meat, Egyptian cotton and Aus- tralian wool. They will call it “help- ing the farmer through Tariff re- vision.” —tI. F. \ Voonsius Tells How to Hold FISH or FRIEND ait rods? Say, son, you don't B need two! Get a good one—one'll do... a five and a half-foot Montague! ’Fraid you'll breakit ?Well, you won’t... Them rods are made right, so they don’t! Once old Smokey Pete an’ me was cruisin’ through from Township Three—two hundred miles to where you cross the old C, P. Well, we was nearly done, an’ grub was low. An’ we'd been eatin’ light, until our cussedness begun to show. I hated Smokey Pete. He hated me —but then one day I flopped down on the sod beneath a tam-rack tree, and thought about my castin’ rod. I knowed a fryin’ pan of northern pike would lift a sight of troubles from our hike to where the towns began. Now Smokey Pete an’ I'd been friends in country where the railroad ends. It wasn’t hardly right that hunger on the trail should make us want to fight. I had a hunch I'd get a strike out yonder by the lily pads—and sure enough, 1 cast a hundred feet and hooked a fish. He flung the water in a spray, that made a rainbow in the bay. Talk about a scrap! Long rushes, jumps, until I thought the rod would snap. “Hold him! Hold him, Joe!” cries Smokey Pete. Until the ike lay thrashin’ at our feet. We fried him brown in meal and flour, an’ sat there eating ’most an hour. Kind of funny how a feed of pike will give a hand to them that travels overland. Smokey and me shook hands beside the lake. “Say, Joe,” sez he, “five times I figured that rod would break.” Sez I, “It stood a lot of give and take.” No, son, if you want to hold a fish or friend don’t depend on any old thing that comes your way—choose the right rod and one’ll do, provided you pick out a Montague.* * Montague—a name that has been known to thousands of the best fishermen for years. In addition, countless thousands of other fisher- men have used Montague Rods without know- ing that oer originally came from Rod Head- quarters in Montague City, Mass. Because of the superiority, strength and marvelous craftsmanship of Montague Rods, the Montague Rod & Reel Company now makes more than half of the entire world’s supply of split bamboo fishing rods, Because of the ing demand, on ch part of fisher- men, for definite identification of these rods, Monwagae Rods now bear the Montague trade mark. They are featured by the best sport dealers everywhere—be' tter rods cannot had at any price. comicbooks.com