p. 655 | HEALTH NOTES by A. J. B.

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 8, 1901

HEALTH NOTES.

By A. J. B.

An entire sermon on health may be found in the following appropriate mottoes used by two health journals of the country: “Health is Beauty;” “Ugliness is Sin;” “Weakness a Crime.”

Prudishness on the part of parents too often keeps children in ignorance of the physical laws of their being, concerning which they should be fully informed. Children should not be compelled to pick up such knowledge upon the streets, mingled as it is with vice.

Those who find themselves or their children becoming dissatisfied with a plain, simple fare may be interested in the following incident related by John G. Haderer: “An old lady of high society called on me some time ago and requested me to look at her pet dog, which was very sick, and would not eat anything. I called on her, and saw the dog, and told her that the dog was going to die, and she wanted me to doctor it. I asked her what she was feeding it, and she said that it would not eat anything but beefsteak and cake and candy. So I said, ‘If you let me take the dog to my place, I will try to doctor it, but I don’t think he will live.’ She consented, and I said that she must give me five dollars for medicine, which she did. When I arrived home, I put the brute down in the cellar, gave it a pan of water, and left it there until next day, when I gave it a crust of dry bread, which he refused to eat. But I left the bread there. Next day I went down to see him again, and found the bread gone. So I gave him another crust of bread, which he devoured at once. I followed up the same treatment for several weeks. At the end of that time I called on the lady and demanded another five dollars for medicine, and told her the dog was getting well. She gave me the money, and I departed. The dog got more dry bread, and he looked as sleek as a rat, and could run like a wild deer. So I took the dog home, and told the lady that if she wanted the dog to live, she must not feed it on beefsteak and candy. ‘Why,’ she said, ‘he won’t eat anything else!’ ‘He won’t?’ I said. ‘Just give me a piece of dry bread.’ I gave it to the dog, and he swallowed it quickly, and looked for more. The lady paid me well for my services, and I went away.” And it was right that he should receive the money, for he had really given the dog the very best medicine. The tale needs no moral.

A. J. B.