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THE GUIDE TO NATURE 



offers ideal conveniences not only for 

 the one whose interests center in it, 

 but for those with business in the Great 

 Metropolis. 



Sound Beach on Long Island Sound 

 My summer home shall be; 



Or, better far, all the year around, 

 And that sounds good to me. 



Sound Beach is sound in being in the 

 heyday of its community life It has 

 passed the primitive, rudimentary 

 stage. It has not yet become decayed 

 or fossilized. It stands for 191 7, with 

 rich memories of the past and tremen- 

 dous possibilities for the future. It is 

 ■estimated that there are more than 

 three hundred acres of well located ter- 

 ritory in which one may discern the 

 seed of future building lots and happy 

 homes. Sound Beach is not only grow- 

 ing but has tremendous possibilities of 

 growth 



Yes, Sound Beach is sound in what 

 it proclaims itself to be — a community 

 of homes, of genial residents — and to 

 this Elysian abode of earnest, happy 

 workers, we extend both hands in cor- 

 -dial welcome. Come ; know and love 

 Sound Beach, as we who live here have 

 known and loved it for many years. 



Ice Cream Easily Carried. 



More and more the Sound Beach 

 people and those in the remote parts of 

 Stamford are learning that ice cream 

 can be carried in a small hand package 

 on account of the excellent method of 

 packing and the firmness of the cream 

 obtained at Embree's Drug Store, 

 Stamford. This cream is the famous 

 "Harris Hart" make and is of supe- 

 rior quality. Mr. Embree is having an 

 enormous and rapidly increasing busi- 

 ness in handling this cream. 



If thou art worn and hard beset 



With sorrows that thou would'st for- 



prpt 



If thou would'st learn a lesson that will 



keep 

 Thy heart from fainting and thy soul 



from sleep. 

 Go to the woods and hills ; — No tears 

 Dim the sweet look that Nature wears. 



-Longfellow. 



.The Old and the New in Dentistry.. 



It is forty years ago and more since 

 I had a tooth extracted. That dread- 

 ful event dates back to the awful days 

 of the old-time dentistry. In my vi- 

 cinity a German barber practised den- 

 tistry as a side issue. In the early 

 days a barber combined hair cutting 

 with the practice of surgery and den- 

 tistry, and even in the more recent 

 days of my boyhood the combination 

 had yet not entirely disappeared. 



As a boy I looked upon a dentist as 

 a fiendish ogre. I knew that some- 

 where in the back room he had a pile 

 of forceps and turnkeys, cruel instru- 

 ments for lifting out teeth, with many 

 other surgical instruments, some of 

 them, at least in my imagination, ap- 

 proaching in size the tongs used by my 

 acquaintance, the blacksmith. I had 

 seen the blacksmith's muscular arm 

 grasp his huge tongs and pull the 

 glowing iron from the forge and 

 pound it so that I and the other chil- 

 dren fled from the shop in dismay as 

 the fiery sparks flew in every direction. 

 I held that blacksmith, who frequently 

 chased me from the shop, in the fas- 

 cination that comes from terror and 

 awe. 



The German dentist kept his sleeves 

 rolled up and he had a similarly mus- 

 cular arm ; if anything it was a little 

 more gigantic and apparently more ef- 

 fective of results. I felt through the 

 law of association that this huge 

 "Fritz," when he nulled a tooth, would 

 grasp the tongs from his prolific heap 

 and that the sparks would fly when the 

 molar left it- socket. That tooth in 

 my imagination was about the size of 

 a stump in the pasture lot. I knew 

 that when the awful event should take 

 place everybody would run as I had 

 run from the flying sparks. But let 

 me draw the curtain over the awful 

 scene which now shifts, after four de- 

 cades, to a modern dentist's office. 



It is a long, long way from my boy- 

 hood on the farm to the modern den- 

 tist's city office, but the associations 

 of the past cluster about the city- When 

 1 called on the genial dentist and found 

 him attired in his white suit, T could 

 only think of "Fritz," and when he 

 said, "Excuse me for a moment," and 

 disappeared into the rear room I knew 

 he had gone for the blacksmith's 



