This Fletchers Castoria ad from 1941 is priceless.  And as someone who spends his days working with bound up grumps like Mary I was reassured to know that horrific constipation is not a me-generation problem born of chicken fingers and Gold Fish.  “Laxative tantrums,” however, are new to me.  I seem to have pretty good luck with Miralax and Kristalose in my office. Your mileage (or tantrums) may vary.