HE WAS A GOAT.

Auckland Star, Volume L, Issue 222, 18 September 1919, Page 8

HE WAS A GOAT.

Just a common everyday sort of goat with horns and a set "of zuza whiskers. He was hungry—lie could not fmd anything to eat. He had wandered down one alley and up another, but all the streets were clean. The inspector had been round, and the City Council were carting all the refuse away free. It was cleaning-up week in Auckland, and there wasn't a scrap of rubbish about a goat could nibble at. No old tin cans, and the billboards had no paste left on them. All at once he saw something flutter in tbe air. It was a newspaper and he started eagerly to devour it. Next morning be was dead. On turning him over they found the end of a newspaper sticking out of his mouth. He had swallowed eversehingbut a big advertisement that a certain' firm could cure all minor troubles quicker and better than Loasby. Even a goat could not swallow that. He had turned over empty bottles on the rubbish heap for years, and sipped the last few drops of hundreds of kinds of medicine, so lie was something of a "judge." All kinds of minor ailments cured if you "Ask Loasby About It." Country patients treated by letter. Send full details of your symptoms-7 enclose S/6, and I will 6end you a double supply post free to any address.