Dr. Bugg Howes OCULIST Room 26, Hygeia Building If you see things, I can help you! One bottle of my celebrated BUGGINE will clear the sight of all imaginary objects. Menageries removed by my painless process. If you see objects double, an application of SKATORIA OINTMENT will put you right. Send for booklet of testimonials from prominent actors, Congressmen, journalists, and club-men,—printed by special permission. “SEEING IS NOT BELIEVING!” +Sixth Day+ Always keep your powder dry—that’s all.—Mennen. ⁂ Beware of the man who picks things off your coat lapel while conversing with you. He never buys.—Fra Elbertus. LOG -- Sixth Day The morning opened as still and dry as Boston after 11 P. M. The sun rose red as an auction flag against a cold-gravy sky, and the atmosphere is heavy with something doing. The Captain, solemn as a night-clerk in a Raines Law hotel, is at the wheel, and the Lookout is pop-eyed. A few insomniacal passengers are pacing the deck like a man who has been called for margin, and are bothering the Captain with fool questions. The Captain has put on a pair of plush ear-muffs. ⁂ 11 A. M.—Dirty weather ahead. The Lithia is logging her limit, in an effort to weather White Rock Point before the storm breaks. ⁂ 11.20 A. M.—The Lookout reports a siphon-shaped cloud off the weather bow. The air is laden with dust, and is coming in dry hot puffs. Tom Ginn thinks we are running into another automobile party, but Old Medford says we are up against worse than that. ⁂ 11.30 A. M.—The wind has risen to half a gale, and the dust is settling on the Lithia’s decks like the soot from a smoking nickel-plated banquet-lamp. Most of the passengers have turned out, prepared for anything. ⁂ Gottlieb Kirschwasser has just made his will, bequeathing his collection of dried butterflies and a set of Schiller’s works to the Milwaukee Gemuthlich Society. ⁂ 11.45 A. M.—The pink rats are deserting the ship. ⁂ A tidal wave of dust swept over us, carrying away the life-boat and Kirschwasser’s meerschaum pipe with a galloping horse carved on it. Kirschwasser says he won it at a pinochle tournament in Munich, and is crazed by the loss. Nobody else seems to caradam. ⁂ The Steward has distributed auto goggles, but the passengers are still unable to see three fingers before their faces. ⁂ The Captain has turned the wheel over to the Mate, and has gone among the passengers, striving to reassure them. It seems we are off the Axminster Carpet Cleaning Works, beside which Cape Hatteras is a goldfish aquarium. ⁂ The sufferings of the passengers baffle description. Everybody feels that this is his last trip on the Wagon. Hennessy Martel has tied another string around his thumb, to remind himself to make it two drinks when he gets off. ⁂