Still another M. D. who dispensed about 1000 3½ grain acetanilid tablets per month, died with a bad heart. I do not know how many of them he took himself, but I have always had my convictions, and I am reasonably certain that he died without blaming the acetanilid for his condition. Our sales for one year covering our retail trade and a wholesale account of about 100 physicians totals 100,000 tablets containing some one of the coal tar products. The patent headache and pain remedies, estimated in ten cent packages, total 4000 and the cold cures 700 boxes, while the bulk goods, covering acetanilid, acetphenetidin, hexamethylene, sulfonal, trional, veronal, reaches 15 pounds. The profit on these goods should run about $400, but the public is welcome to our part of it, if they will let coal tar alone, either voluntarily or by compulsion. Now then, with these figures before us, and with the facts plainly evident to druggist or physician who uses any powers of discernment, what chance have the common people against the wiles of the impertinent manufacturer who repeatedly advertises, “Perfectly Harmless.” I must now give you the cases which aroused in me the antagonism to the open sale of all remedies which contain any coal tar derivative, no matter how strongly fortified with correctives. A close friend of mine had a young son come down with a cold, the physician prescribed twenty powders, two grains each of acetphenetidin. Some time after this, the box came back for a refill. I said to Jones, “Does the Doctor want you to have these again?” He replied that he did. This happened several times in the course of a few years, and the boy became old enough to come to the store himself on errands, and I could not help noticing how white and pale he was, and finally it dawned on me what ailed that boy. I went to Jones and said to him, “While it is none of my business, I want to tell you with all the force possible, to quit killing that boy.” “Well,” he says, “I told my wife what you said, and she replied, That she guessed the Doctor knew as much as I did about it, so he had dropped it, but now I believe you are right, and those powders stop right here.” The boy today is a fine strapping rosy-cheeked youth. A young man of this town, a perfect giant in strength, who could pick up my 175 pounds and throw me over his head, became addicted to the use of one of our popular effervescent preparations for headache. Some time after he commenced using it, I began to warn him against the frequent dosage, till he almost quit coming to our counter, not relishing my “preaching,” as he styled it. I saw him, however, at all the other stores in town, and knew that he was using it regularly. Several years passed, and some prescriptions containing heart remedies were ordered sent to this man, later a nurse was called. I asked the physician “What ails Brown?” “Heart trouble,” says he, I told him what I knew, and he thanked me, not knowing the cause.