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Evening Star, Issue 14573, 23 May 1911, Page 3

TWO YEARS A CRIPPLE.

.» ' OBSTINATE WOUND YYTIICH DEFIED , ORDINARY TREATMENT. j ANOTHER STRIKING CURE BY ZAM- ! BUK. ' Mr \V. Kearney, of Carrington 6treet, Rosalie, Brisbane, tuys:—"When living at ' Toowoomba two years ago I jumped a fence r and landed on a eharp protruding stick, I which ran right through the fletjhy"part of f Dl 7 foot, causing a nasty jiigp;eU wound. I suffered intense pain, and the wound be- ? came so bad that I underwent two opera- - tions, and for about eighteen months was ■walking about on crutches. The left eido , of icy body was 6tiil and sore, and mv entire system seemed to be affected by the ° accident. The doctor thought ho bad ab- a .stracted tho piece of from niy foot, *] but tho wound kept exuding matter, and caused mo much pain, anxiety, and annoy- f acee. " * "For two years I Buffered, and during 7 that time I tried several ways to heal the wound, but roV foot was as bad as ever. My brother-in-law h;wl successfully need f Zun-Buk for piles, and ho strongly recora- t mended me to try this balm. 1 did so, . ■with gratifying result*. Zam-Buk quickly , took cmt the pain and inflammation, anil f After oaring Zam-Bnk for a little time the piece of wood was drawn from nry foot. I E ooatiimed using Zam-Buk, and very eooa , tfr» woand was completely healed, and my *r leg, which v*6 waiting away, refrained its j* natural proportions. My c-»npleto cure \ waa «i(arcly due to Zain-Buk, and to ZamBok alone." J" Zam-Bnk is a proved cure for piles, ring- . worm, eezema, bad legs, running sores, •pen wounds, cute, bum 6, bruises, ? •czztchea, bites, ulcers, sore heads, chapped t hoods, cold eoree, sore feet, chilblains, and * ekin disease and injuries. Obtainable of all \ chemieta itnd stores at Is 6d and 3s 6d per jßt~[Adri.]

ONC LONDON.

“Ay, matter, o’ coarse it was all wary Ibine, wot wi’ the moaty cars, an’ tie *Ow9es o' Parloymiat, an’ the Mooeeum, War all lio dned-np folks ba, an' Tcvreknifs, war all them ’as does saraniat bo pat j bat, mister, 1 sort o’ ruieeed eaiumat, an” _Wt lonely loikc. Do ’a know, mister, Oi warn’t able to tell wot it war till Oi got back ’ome. Aj, mister, when Oi corned op the garden, an’ war givin' a loot at my titles, my ole woman’s pigs started a-hollarin' for wittais summit cruel —an’ that war it, mister! I/mmon’s a wery foiae place for some fobx, but ’c doant nerer ’em no pigs ’ollerin’ up there ; no, nor m no tatiee growin’, an’ it be jnatß lonesome wi’ont pigs. They, pigs bo ’oQaaa' ag”n, mister, so'OTll bid ’e goodYceill not forget wot pfn.tdd ’« madNE'*’—' Farm sad Borne.’