THE MORAL 317 



'I feel despondent,' he murmurs low; 



'I lack the vim that I used to know; 



My liver's loose, and my kidneys balk, 



And my knee joints creak when I try to walk. 



I'll call Doc Clinker and have him bring 



His Compound Juice of the Flowers of Spring.' " 



In recent years the developments in the 

 study and cure of disease have been wonder- 

 ful in extent and in practical results. The un- 

 selfish work of numbers of scientists who have 

 given their lives to original research is to be 

 largely credited with these results. But 

 neither in the past, present, nor future will 

 these investigators ever find a panacea for the 

 business or professional man which will en- 

 able him to have a sound body, a strong heart, 

 firm nerves, clear, bright eyes, good digestion, 

 and a kindly disposition, when he works all 

 day and every day at his office, and perhaps 

 in addition burns the midnight oil. When 

 this man does take a vacation of a week or two 

 he is almost sure to eat heavily, loaf around 

 a hotel or on board ship, and take no exercise. 

 His muscles become feeble, his resistance to 

 disease but slight, his nervous system is apt 

 to give way, and he becomees irritable and 

 petulant. He feels himself that he is "not 

 fit." His family suffers from his condition, 



