I’m pretty sure no medicine label will ever have this much time devoted to it..ever again. Even though they packaged up incredibly sketchy things as medicine, there’s something oddly reassuring about the elaborate illustrations. I feel like they *have* to know what they’re talking about. I mean, look at his stuffy portrait. He is not playing around. Too bad they gave alcohol to crying babies and poison to women with flushed cheeks. Sigh. I want to love that era, but they’re just so crazy under those dapper top hats and petticoats.