An Expensive Opening

A philoeophical contemporary write : Your moutli ie the front door of your face. It ia the aperature to the cold etorag room of jour auatomy. Home mouQug look like peailie and eream and some like a hole chopped nto u briek wrtll 'to admit a new door or iwtodaw. The mouth ie a hot-bed of toot(hachee, the bunghole of oratory omd a baby's erowning' glory. It 'm fbe crlm4Mn aisle to your liver and toature's apparatus for blowing out tibe gam. It is patriotlsm's fountein fread and the tooi cheet pie. Without it fhe politioian wou'ld be a wanderer on the ïace of the earth and the oornetüt and t3ie chorus pirl wxiuld go down to unhonored frraves. It is the groter's friend, 'the orator's pride and the dentjst' hope. It put Bome men on the rostrum and many on the etone pile. It 5s temptntion's lunch counter when attached to a maiden, and the tobbacconist's friend -wQien attached to a man. Wit'hout it married life wou ld l)e a perpetual summer dream and the dude would loóse half of hm attractions. And, most of all, if there "were no montJis there would be no good-byes or happy greetings, no words of comfort or hope, no laughter full of sunshine or sónica full of praise ; 1he hjred tnan could not be called to diïiner, and no one would aek, ''where did you get that hat ?"