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Show GAVE THEM THE RC8T CURE. Method of Minstrel Leader That Was Never Known to Fall. Tho throat of tho minstrel singer Is as delicately sensitive as those of grand opera artists. But George Primrose Prim-rose has a remedy of his own that works astonishing cures. "It's no use, acorgp," a silver-voiced silver-voiced bnlladlst will huskily whisper half an hour before the curtain goes "P. "my throat's as raw as n Blue Point on tho half shell. 1 won't bo able to sing a note to-night." "Well, that's too bad," replies Mr. Primrose, his hone3t faro aglow with sympathy; "ma- ilflcent orgnn like yours Is not to be trifled with. Whn you need is n complete rest." "I guess I'll be all right for th quartette, If jou'll stand for mo cutting cut-ting out the solo," protests tho singer suspiciously, and n trida more distinctly. dis-tinctly. "Not for worlds, 'dear boy," answers an-swers Mr. Primrose, decisively. "1 don't enro if tho entlro audlenco demands its money back. I should feel like a cilmlnnl if I caused permanent perma-nent Injury to such a voice. Take nn absolute rest one week, two weeks It necessary. When you nro right ugaln I'll put jou bae.; on the salary list." Then the biillrdlst hurries around to black up a.id slugs so delightfully that ho has to tuko four encores. A skllod specialist who mnkes tho sufferer say "Ahnaa" and charges him $20, Is not In it for n minute with old Dr. Primrose und his magic throat cure.. |