3x-xx-xx ep043 The Lost Art

The makers of X-Lacks present, strange as it seems. We all make mistakes once in a while. Perhaps we buy an unbecoming hat, a suit that doesn't fit, or maybe we just forget to wind the alarm clock.

But seriously, for your health's sake, there is one mistake you should not make. Don't imagine that one laxative is as good as another, that they're all alike. They're not. Some are weak and ineffective. Others are so severe that they throw your whole system out of rhythm.

Still others are so unpleasant they punish your taste. X-lax doesn't have a single one of those undesirable qualities. It's mild and gentle, and so correctly timed that it won't shock your system. Yet with all its mildness, X-lax is thorough.

Pleasant too, just like delicious chocolate. If you happen to supply on hand, stop at your drugist today and get a box of exploits. It will cost only ten cents. The lost art for centuries, Thales and Aristotle, Euclid and other great mathematical minds have searched endlessly for the mysterious shortcut to complete knowledge, for some way to simplify

addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. Adding machines, bookkeeping machines, comptometers, etc., in the 20th century have helped to solve some of these problems. But the secret art of instantaneous calculations still remains a mystery. Now go back to 1810, the Colburn house in the little town of Cabot, Vermont.

Mr. Colburn is reading the paper while his wife is mending stockings. Their six-year-old boy, Zera, is seated on the floor. I was just going to ask you the same questions. Well, bless me if it isn't a child.

So, where did you go? Yeah. How did you learn to read those numbers? I'm not reading them. I'm just making them up, Father. Making them up? Why, zero. You haven't even learned ciphering yet. Or you could hardly read your first prima.