Poem July 5, 1900 Issue

Peas and Pills

A woman, who had raised with care
Sweet peas, so lovely, large, and rare,
Into a bottle the succeeding fall,
Put by for next year's planting, all
That ripened well. When winter came,
She suffered from a sense of being lame,
And hearing of some wondrous pills,
Thought she would try them for her ills.

By spring she found herself so well,
Most gratefully she sought to tell
For publishing in Daily Press,
The story of her late distress;
A picture of the miseries
Entailed by hampering rheumatiz.
Those pills—she eloquently told—
Were "more than worth their weight in gold!"

Ere long came planting day,
Vain was the search for peas she'd put away,
Instead, appeared the bottled pills
She thought she'd taken for her ills;
Sweet peas had wrought a magic charm,
And idle pills had done no harm;
The moral you can plainly see:—
"As a man thinketh, so Is he!"