Mrs M'Kail on "Hy-Jeanie."

Clutha Leader, Volume XXXI, Issue 1924, 30 June 1905, Page 7

Mrs M'Kail on "Hy-Jeanie."

Ono morning Sandy McKail on going to the back garden, discovered his better half standing on the footpath with mouth wide opon, arms moving in a kind of half circle, wildly gesticulating with all the frantic gestures of an escaped lunatic. Standing appaled Sandy roared, " Marget, wummin ! in a' the world, whit's gone wrang ! Are ye/ no weel?" " Och !: giaing awa in, ,ye auld blether ; I'm weel enough, it's jist hyjeanic exercises I'm daein." " Jenie, wha did yc say ? I'm fleg't ye've gano gyte !" Nae fear, it's a' in a new book Mrs McLeevie's wee dochter-in-law lent me." " Whit's it aye aboot." " Aboot ye's health. Iniphm ! nae mair pills for me; I'm for liy-jeamc," " But whitna thingt's liy-jeapie ? If thon's it yo wir busy at, it's gey fearsome. " Is't really ? Jist fancy I Na, na, Sandy, it's this : Instead o' medicine ye tak' lanjg breaths, ca' doon the pure air in til ye're inside, an' then j work ye'r arms an' ye'r ither muscles an' pit yer will intil't, an' that mak's ye quite wcel 1 " Faith, dis it really ?" " Aye, dis it; it's a scienteefic thing, an " "Are ye takin' it for ye'r rheumatics ?" " 'Deed am I. We maun . keep wi' the times, Sandy. Peels and physics a' gann oot o' date, Mistress 31cLee\v ie's dochtor-in-law was tellin' mo." " I'd rather tak' pills." " Aye, I ken that. Ye'd rather dae onvthing just tae be tlirawn, sae ye wad." I'm thinkin' if ye was tae <be mair carefu' what ye eat and drink, that'd dae ye mair guid than a' the hi ! "Whit was the lassie's name ? " It's no any lassie's name—hijeanie is anything that's guid for ye." " Imphm. It sounds fine. I suppose ye wad ca' ' Cock o' the North tea ' Hy-jeanie tea ?' " " Deed wud I. Gin everything a body eats an' drinks wis as wholesome we wadna need tae bother wi' onything o' medicine." " Aw, Margit; leave ye'r new fangl't notions tae the lassies, an' dinna make a fule o' yersel' aifter thirty years o' maireet life. Awa' an' mack a cup o' the best tea in a' Nea Zealand. Hi-jeanie may be all very weel, but gie me McKenzie's Hondai-Lanka Tea." " Aye, Sandy, an' Cock o' the North at that !" '"Just bo ! 'Deed, hut weemun's kittle cattle. Aye, but Margit kens ■guid tea, and ye canna beat McKenzie's. It's Hy-jeanie."

The Wyndham Farmer reports an extraordinary experience. While fhe young Messrs Campbell of Crescent farm, Wyndham, were walking along the banks of the Wyndham river, which runs through their property, thoy were attracted by an eel's head peering out of some still, shallow water in a small armlet of the river. Investigation showed that the little pond was literally swarming with monster eels, all twisted up in a state of torpor. With the aid of a shot gun and a couple of hay forks, the young men "bagged"- 46 eels of an aggregate weight of 7001b, and averaging 151b apiece. A post mortem examination of some of the largest, whteh ran up to 251b In weight and 4ft 6in in length, disclosed the fact that they were gorged with young eels. The torturing pains of indigestion, and the heavy languid feeling caused by constipation can soon be cured if a course of Dr Crossland's great rem■>edy, Noxol, is taken as directed. 2/all chemists and stores.