52 WORCESTER COUNTY HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY [1911-12 



The chances are that before the ceremony is over you will 

 discover that paper confetti has come to take the place of rice, 

 and it is a very fortunate thing, for many people have been 

 made blind and some deaf from the promiscuous throwing of 

 rice. Let us go back several years and look into the window 

 of a great printing establishment in P'rance, the place where 

 almanacs are issued by the thousand. It is noon, and no work 

 is being done. A young man, full of mischief, stoops down and 

 picks up a handful of tiny disks of paper and throws them at a 

 young girl who laughs and tosses them back again. Just then 

 the manager enters, he has an eye for fun, but also has an eye 

 for business. These disks have been cut from the left hand 

 corners of almanacs, in order that a cord may be run through 

 them so that they may be hung up in the kitchen or in some 

 other place. 



The result is tons of these little disks of paper are now 

 manufactured on purpose and shipped to every civilized 

 countr>^ in the world. 



Not long ago, when Dr. Richard Cabot was addressing a 

 meeting in the Woman's Club house of this city he said that 

 one day while he was at work in the Mass. General Hospital, 

 at Boston, a series of events happened which opened his eyes. 

 A woman came to him and he diagnosed her case and saw she 

 was suffering from diabetes. He at once handed her a slip of 

 paper with the proper diet; the woman looked at it and saw 

 she was obliged to have such luxuries as peaches, nuts and dif- 

 ferent varieties of bread which cost several times what the 

 ordinary varieties of bread cost, and the woman said, 'Tf I 

 must have that kind of food or perish, then the time has come 

 for me to die, for I have no money with which to purchase 

 these things." Dr. Cabot said, 'T felt like a fool." Then 

 there came another woman who was suffering from tuberculosis. 

 He told her she must live on high ground where she must have 

 pure air and sunshine and extra meals and good wholesome 

 food. The woman threw the printed slip on the floor and again 

 Dr. Cabot felt like a fool. 



