THE EVIL EYE.

Cromwell Argus, Volume LXVII, Issue 3404, 3 February 1936, Page 2

THE EVIL EYE.

Superstitions die hard. An interesting story the other day told by a doctor, who practised on the borders of Wales, showed that superstitions still exist in those parts. He was attending a patient who was seriously ill with pneumonia, and by the aid of medicine and treatment effected a cure. He was particularly pleased with himself, as his treatment had been in the nature of an experiment. Some weeks later he was talking to a man in the same village, and happened to remark upon the recovery of his patient. “Oh, aye, her was cured by the Evil Eye,” replied the man. The doctor, amazed, inquired what this Evil Eye was, and the man took him to a cottage on the outskirts of the village, where he saw an old woman of somewhat witch-like appearance, who was known as the Evil Eye. Some busybody had called the old woman in after the doctor had left her cured, and all the credit of the cure was given to her. She used no drugs or herbs, but was supposed to be able to effect a cure by some virtue In herself.

A certain vicar had been informed that Mr. and Mrs. B , two of his flock, were on bad terms and that there was likely to be a domestic split. So the good man went to their home one evening and found them having a heated argument. Also on the hearth rug was the cat and dog asleep. The vicar, seizing upon his chance, said; "Look, my friends, why not agree? Even your dog and cat live peacefully together." "Yes," growled the husband, “but tie. 'em up, parson, and you’ll see a racket”

Young Mother: “Mr. Wiggloton, does my baby's crying next door wake you?” Mr. Wiggloton: “No. Indeed. It doesn’t let me get to sleep.”