The Fable of the Search for Climate (1915)

Once there was a poor Gloomer who had time-tabled himself all over the Globe, trying to find a climate that would enable him to rise each A.M. feeling fit as a fiddle. His private drug store was stocked with all the remedies favored by his friends at the Club and yet, from month to month, his general health did not improve. He went to England, France and Germany to save his life, but what was food for the natives was Katzenjammer for the poor invalid. After weeks of complete saturation he was a faded flower. He arrived back in the land of dyspepsia and got ready to motor to the north woods. When the car skidded he went up in the air and alighted on a farm. After his leg was in splints at the Peabody farmhouse he felt shattered and called for rye or bourbon, but Mrs. Peabody, local president of the W.C.T.U., told him he would feel better if he took a nap. Although deprived of the necessities of life, he was alive and chipper after a week had elapsed. No busthead in the morning and he felt like a bird all day. At last he had found the right climate. When it came time to pull back to the big town he hated to say goodbye to his benefactors and the invigorating ozone. Back at the club his pals took one peep at him and threw up their hands. They said he looked like another man. He said it was the climate. Then the Poor Man made an appalling discovery. He learned that while he was out in the tall grass he had mislaid his thirst.

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