The Road to Wellville Page #9

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Fire!

Come back here,

you confounded maniac!

George, stop this insanity!

I'll give you $250!

Five hundred!

Stop it!

George Kellogg, you've been a pain

to me all my life!

Come back!

Georgie, speak to me.

Say something.

Georgie, say something to me.

Speak to me.

Daddy.

Give us a cuddle, Daddy.

Give us a cuddle, Daddy.

The San burned for three nights

and three days.

The glow in the sky could be seen

from as far away as Kalamazoo.

Will and I lived happily in Peterskill

where we had four daughters...

and I opened Westchester's

first health store.

- Huh!

- What is it?

It's a check for $1,000.

From Charles Ossining.

By all accounts, the charges against

Mr. Ossining had been forgotten...

in the confusion as the San burned.

And he eventually became very rich.

Apparently he had struck upon the idea

of taking sugar water...

and impregnating it

with the leaf of the coca plant.

And as for Dr. Kellogg...

he rebuilt the San and soldiered on

in his crusade for biological living.

Gentlemen, I will now perform

a forward somersault with a half-twist.

I'm well in advance of the Biblical age

of threescore and ten.

I'm in perfect health,

and I'm convinced I will live forever...

because...

my bowels are immaculate!

Alas, Dr. Kellogg died

midsomersault.

He said he was healthy.

Proving once and for all that...

even he was not right

about everything.

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