He was so stuck on himself that he went around to call on all his
Friends who kept it on the Table so that he could wave it to one side
and tell how he despised it. He sat there and pitied those who were
inhaling it. Every Morning when he arose he would throw kisses to
himself in the Glass and exclaim: "Aha! The Head as clear as a Bell
this A.M. I'll bet I'm the cleanest and nicest Young Fellow in this
Town. Any Girl that picks out a Sober and Steady Man such as I am will
certainly be showing good Judgment."

As Narrated at the Beginning, for three weeks he worked hard at the
Job of being an Abstainer. And at last he accumulated a Sense of
Virtue that weighed over 200 Pounds. He knew that he was entitled to
a Reward, so he decided to buy himself a little Present. Just a wee
Reminder of by-gone Days and then back to Sarsaparilla. But he fell
into a Crowd. There was another State Convention. It had been arranged
for him so that he could get a Fresh Start.

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MORAL: Life is a Series of Relapses and Recoveries.

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_THE KIND OF MUSIC THAT IS TOO GOOD FOR HOUSEHOLD USE_


One Evening a little Flock of Our Best People got together at the Home