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The children's campaign ran in Spanish newspapers, according to the Coalition Against Bayer Dangers, a longtime company gadfly, which unearthed the forgotten images two days ago. One ad, urging the use of "Heroina" to treat bronchitis in kids, shows two unattended children reaching for a bottle of the opiate across a kitchen table.
Another shows a mom spoon feeding it to her sickly little girl.
Heroin was restricted to prescription-only use in the U. Sure, it's a blast from the past that says nothing about Bayer's corporate culture today. But their sudden re-appearance is a chilling reminder of what life was like in the early 20th Century when companies were permitted to sell anything to anyone, no matter how dangerous, regardless of the consequences. After a hard day's work, a man is welcomed home by his wife with a spoonful of high-quality dope.
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It indicates a way to close an interaction, or dismiss a notification. I told her not to mind his badinage; and she, on her part, evinced a fund of genuine French scepticism: denominating Mr. She is ruled by reason and becomes mistress—not of Rochester—but in a village school. Which is better? It is healthy, and both nurtures and disciplines her. The conclusion assesses whether uprooting her from the immorality of Paris and embedding her in an English environment has given her a good education.
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Research Studies Yaeger , Patricia. That night, e'en to the peasants' shed, Some little gleam of gladness spread. That night, beside a chapel door, Two lonely children stood; In timid tone, with utterance faint, They asked a little food: Careless, the laughing guests passed by, Too gay to mark the Orphans' cry.
A lamp that lit the sacred shrine The children's pale cheeks shewed; The elder stretched his trembling hand For what was not bestowed; The younger sang a plaintive strain, Oft dropped, then feebly raised again:—. We too of cold and want must die, If none will help or hear our cry! This voice was lost; the winter-wind Bore off its tones subdued, And soon the merry feasters gone, Left all in solitude; And none had looked towards the church, Or marked the Orphans in its porch. Then turned they to the chapel door; Their mother oft had said That God will shield the friendless poor, When other aid is fled.
They knocked—an echo mocked the ear; They waited—Death alone drew near! Time speeds; the lamp shines feebly still, The chimes of midnight sound; Heard now from far, a chariot's wheels Ring o'er the frozen ground.
Rise, Orphans! Unchecked, the chariot thunders by. A Priest his matins came to say, When dawn first lit the skies; He found them on the threshold laid; He called—they would not rise! The icy steps of stone, their bed, The white snow for their covering spread. Clasped closely in each other's arms As if for warmth, they lay; But perished is the fire of Life, And stilled the pulses' play; Mute, motionless, and ashen pale, They slept, no more to wake or wail! The elder pressed the younger's lips, As if to check a prayer; As if to say, "Tis vain to ask!
Compassion dwells not here! Lulled thus in everlasting sleep, The Orphan Babes are laid; Now those their piteous fate may weep Who would not give them aid: Crowds thronged the church by morning light, But none came near, that winter-night! See Yaeger