St. Jacobs Oil family calendar and book of health and humor for the million : 1885 : containing original humorous articles & illustrations by the leading humorists of America / the Charles A. Vogeler Company.

  • Charles A. Vogeler Company
Date:
1884
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Credit: St. Jacobs Oil family calendar and book of health and humor for the million : 1885 : containing original humorous articles & illustrations by the leading humorists of America / the Charles A. Vogeler Company. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    THE RHUBARB-PIE,* (Written for The St. Jacobs Oil Family Calendar, 1885, by “ Bill Nye”) In June the medicated tropical fruit known as the rhubarb-pie is in full bloom. The farmer goes forth into his garden to find out where the coy, old setting hen is hiding from the vulgar gaze, and he discovers that his pie-plant is ripe. He then forms a syndicate with his wife for the purpose of publishing the seditious and rebell¬ ious pie. It is singular that the War Department has never looked into the scheme for fighting the Indians with rhubarb-pie, instead of the regular army. One-half the army could then put in its time court-martialing the other half, and all would be well. Rhubarb undoubtedly has its place in the materia medica, but when it sneaks into the pie of commerce it is out of place. Castor-oil, and capsicum, and dynamite, and chloroform, and porous-plasters, and arsenic, all have their uses in one way or another, but they would not pre¬ sume to enter into the composition of a pie. They know it would not be tolerated. But rhubarb, elated with its success as a drug, forgets its humble origin and aspires to become an article of diet. Now the pumpkin knows its place. You never knew of a pumpkin trying to monkey with science. The pumpkin knows that it was born to bury itself in the bosom of the pumpkin-pie. It does not, therefore, go about the country claiming to be a remedy for spavin. Supposing that the gory, yet toothsome steak, that grows on the back of the twenty-one-year- old steer’s neck, should claim for itself that it could go into a drug-store and cure rheumatism and heartburn. Wouldn’t every one say that it was out of place and uncalled for? Certainly. ^ The back of the tough old steer’s neck knows k that it is destined for the mince-pie, and nature did not intend otherwise. So also with the vul¬ canized gristle, and arctic overshoe heel, and the shoe-string, and the white button, and all those elements that go to make up the mince-pie. They do not try to make medicines and cordials and anodynes of themselves. Rhubarb is the only thing that successfully holds its place with the apothecary, and yet draws a salary in the pie business. I do not know how others may look at this matter, but I do not think it is right. Still you find this medicated pie in the social circle every¬ where. We guard our homes with the strictest surveillance in other matters, and yet we allow the low, vulgar pie-plant-pie to creep into our houses and into our hearts. That is, it creeps into our hearts figuratively speaking. The heart is not, as a matter of fact, one of the digestive organs, but I use the term just as all poets do under like circumstances. Many, however, will always continue to US9 the rhubarb-pie, and for those I give below a receipt which has stood the test of years,— one which results in a pie that frosts and sudden atmospheric changes cannot injure. None but the youngest rhubarb should be used in making pies. Go out and kill your rhubarb with a club, taking care not to kill the old and tough variety. Give it a chance to repent. Re¬ move the skin carefully, and take out the digest¬ ive economy of the plant. Be specially careful to get otf the “ fuzzy” coating, as rhubarb-pies with hair on are not in such favor as they were when the country was new. Now put in the basement of cement and throw on your rhubarb. Flavor with linseed-oil, and hammer out the top crust until it is moderately thin. Then solder on the cover and drill holes for the copper rivets. Having headed the rivets in place, nail on zinc monogram, and kiln-dry the pie slowly. When it is cooled, put on two coats of metallic paint, and adjust the time-lock. After you find that the pie is impervious to the action'of chilled steel or acids, remove and feed it to the man who cheerfully pays for his whiskey and steals his newspaper. ^[Copyright, 1884. The Charles A. Vogeler Co.] OUR BEST GIRL. Complexion clear as polished wax; Her tongue as sharp as carpet-tacks; Her eyes are dark, bewitching blue; Her voice is pure and high-toned too; Her neck’s like Annie Laurie’s swan; Her words you’d love to dwell upon; Her teeth so pearly, clear and white, You almost wish your ear she’d bite. THE SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE. Mr. John Lee, farmer, Ashbourne, Mudgee, Australia, writes, that he suffered intense agony for seven months, with Sciatica, and that the first application of St. Jacobs Oil—the magi¬ cal pain-cure—relieved him, and in a short time he was cured. v ._ .AT)