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RECREATION. 



EYES CURED AT HOME 



The Host Serious Eye Troubles Success- 

 fully Treated in Patient's Own Home 

 Without any Possibility of Injury by 





THE ONEAL DISSOLVENT METHOD 



People afflicted with every form of eye trouble 

 have cured themselves in their own home by 

 applying the Oneal Dissolvent Method under the 

 direction of Dr. Oneal, Chicago's noted oculist, 

 who is the discoverer of this wonderful treatment. 

 It has never failed in the most serious cases of 

 cataracts, scums, granulations, optic nerve trou- 

 bles, and all other causes of blindness where any 

 sight remained, and it was given a fair trial. 

 Dr. Oneal is very proud that in all the years of his 

 practics he has never injured the eye of a patient. 

 His wonderful book, "Eye Diseases Cured Without 

 Surgery," fully illustrates and describes all eye 

 diseases, and tells how you can be cured at home 

 at small expense and in a short time. It also 

 gives much valuable information about the care of 

 eyes and is sent or given absolutely free to all who 

 ask for it. It contains letters from people in all 

 parts of the world , who have been cured at home of 

 the most serious eye diseases. There is hope for 

 all by this simple, sure and harmless treatment. 

 Mrs. C. H. Sweetland, Hamburg, Iowa; Rev. 

 Alfred Martin, Mapleton, Iowa; Mrs. Herman 

 Burdick, Richland Center, Wis.: Miss Johanna 

 Schmidt, 302 Seventeenth St., /Milwaukee, Wis., 

 A. J. Staley, Hynes, Cal., are just a few who have 

 cured themselves at home, and who will be glad 

 to tell you their experience if you write. 



Cross eyes straightened, no knife or pain, a new 

 method, always successful. O. J. Lehman, Naper- 

 ville, III., John J. Seiler, Libertyville, III.; John 

 Lehman, 1200 East 5th Street, Dayton, Ohio; 

 Chas. Wilkens, Mt. Pleasant. Iowa, are a few 

 who were cured. 



If you will write Dr. Oneal telling him about 

 your eye trouble he will be glad to give you his 

 advice and opinion free. It will in no way obligate 

 you to take the treatment. Address all com- 

 munications to Oren Oneal, M. D., Suite 839, 52 

 Dearborn Street, Chicago. 



A MISPLACED TICKET. 



I had gone about 85 miles from home 

 on a hunt, having started down the even- 

 ing before, and bought a single trip ticket. 

 The next morning I started out to try my 

 luck. 



The train came along; the car was well 

 filled, and a young lady came in and took 

 the seat next me. The front door of the 

 car opened just then, and the conductor 

 called out, "All tickets, please !" 



I commenced to feel for my ticket. Of 

 course I did not want to grow desperate 

 over finding it, as the young lady sitting 

 next me didn't have any more than her 

 share of room at best. I felt in the upper 

 right pocket of my vest first and pulled 

 out 3 cards, but no ticket. That seemed 

 queer. I was sure I had put it in that 

 pocket. I felt in the upper left pocket of 

 my vest. No, it was not there. I was 

 commenced to feel a little rattled, but 

 thought the only thing was to keep cool, 

 for I was sure I had bought a ticket. The 

 conductor had collected tickets from the 

 first 3 seats on my side of the car. I 

 felt in both inside pockets of my coat, but 

 with no result. Then I tore fran- 

 tically through all my pockets. Little beads 

 of sweat stood on my forehead and I was 

 sure everybody in the car was looking at 

 me; but I must find that ticket before the 

 conductor got to me. He had reached the 

 seat in front of me, and I then had the 

 contents of my pockets out on my lap, 

 madly fumbling over the mass ; but the 

 search seemed fruitless. Perdition ! No 

 ticket, only 35 cents— and a comely young 

 lady at my side ! The conductor was op- 

 posite me then, while I quaked with appre- 

 hension. He looked at me an instant and 

 then calmly pulled the ticket out from the 

 band of my hat, where I had carefully 

 placed it! The shock was something fear- 

 ful. Hereafter I'll hold my ticket in my 

 hand. 



Alfred P. Darlington, Denver, Colo. 



A SPRING GAME HOG. 



B. T. I. 



Smith — "I say, Brown, every spring 

 shooter is a game hog." 



Brown — "How is that? I was out yester- 

 day and quit after killing only 6 pairs of 

 mallards." 



Smith — "When Mrs. Brown dressed 

 those ducks, she found small eggs in all the 

 female birds, did she not?" 



Brown — "Yes, she did, and said it was a 

 shame to kill them now, and it's only the 

 15th of March. But how about being a 

 game hog?" 



Smith — "Well, you not only killed 12 old 

 ducks, but what would have been 6 flocks, 

 say about 100 in all." 



Brown — "For heaven's sake, Smith ! I 

 never thought of that. I give you my word 

 I will shoot ducks only in the fall here- 

 after." 



