Yesterday reading old newspapers in the archives of the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum I came across an ad for a miracle elixir offered in the Globe and Mail in 1901. A plea of help had been written by a lady barely 19 about the dilemma of her father . He had become a slave to the drink and was creating chaos within the family unit.
“My father had often promised Mother to stop drinking and would do so for a time and then return to it stronger than ever. One day after a terrible spree he told us he could not stop drinking,” she said.
Their hearts turned to stone with his predicament, and mother and daughter both realized their only solution was to try the tasteless Samaria Prescription which they had read about in the newspapers. They got dear old Dad to consume this potion without his knowledge in his tea, coffee, and food. Either his tastebuds were gone or so was his mind, because only one packet was needed to cure her father of the liquour habit. Miraculously his appetite and zest for life immediately returned for the good.
Fifteen months later dear old Dad remains a sober dear old Dad. The young lady was so elated she requested the elixir company to send her another booklet for her friend whose Mum and Dad were also floating down that same river of sin. Not to fear because the Samaria Remedy Company of Toronto was offering anyone and everyone free samples in plain sealed envelopes and any correspondence was to be sacredly confidential.
In 1915 another advertisement for the miraculous cure was advertised in the Toronto Sunday World and Roy Blanford from Michigan City offered his home address to anyone that was curious to what Samaria did for him, his wife, and his blessed four children. By this time it not only cured alcoholism, it was also now the end-all cure for nail biting.
I'll drink to that--but did their chewing gum now lose its flavour on the bedpost overnight?
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