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Show PUT END TO SLEEP WALKING Sure Cure Offered Without Fee Just Sprinkle a Few Tacks on the Floor Before Retiring. Somehow the conversation drifted round to the subject of dreams, from dreams to nightmares, from nightmares night-mares to somnambulism. "A rotten habit, walking in one's sleep!" remarked Mr. Brown, the village vil-lage humorist. "Do any of your fellows fel-lows suffer from it?" Young Smithson, who had always had a horrid but unfounded fear that -he was delicate, rose to the occasion . immediately. "Yes, I do," he remarked, "and have done so for years. D'you know any remedy?" "Do I know any remedy? I should jolly well think I do!" replied the hu-. morist. "Why, I'll give you the pre- . scription now, and you can take it round to an ironmonger." "An ironmonger?" Young Smithson thought that his ears must be playing tricks with him. "Yes, an ironmonger," said Brown. Then he wrote out the following prescription: "One box of tintacks. Dose: Two tablespoonfuls to be scattered scat-tered about the room at bedtime." |