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Lyttelton Times, Volume CXVII, Issue 17859, 3 August 1918, Page 12

ALL NEXT WEEK. &■&? K VM 1 ' ', . '" ;, ■r ■*-r: An American Five-part Drama, mmi;-~m% BHBB JM*l,Sgj/i s « S IBM William Russell LfUllvr LPidil — a true-bred Cheyenne Indian-is ambitious. Ho studies medicine, graduates as a ~ doctor, and becomes a leader in his profession. His love for Helen Mattis, the lovely daughter of Millionaire Jefferson Mattis, i 3 hopeless, because the millionaire decides that an -uncivilised Indian is no match for the girl. LONE STAR, when all others have failed, operates upon Helen after a dangerous illness, and saves her life. But the * colour line " is drawn as tightly as ever. Time brings changes, and one night LONE STAR rescues a young girl from the brutal attack of a drunken youth. This is Helen's brother, and tho now disillusioned Indian informs Mattis of his disgust at the definition of a gentleman. So he returns to the wigwams of his people, and nobly administers to their medical wants.. .> -:■-:>•»':■■ - ■•■;.... A powerful drama, brimming over with interest and incident. The popular WILLIAM RUSSELL makes a distinct success of a tryyig character, and wins golden opinions from all. The Supporting Programme is strong in quality and varietyChapter 13 of "A Lass of the Lumfcerlands." "The Suppressed Order." Three-reel Drama. " Crocodiles and a Hat Box." Comedy.

r m HENRY LAWSON THE A DIRGE ((By Henry Lawson) Ob, I never felt bo wretched, and thing* never looked so blur, Bine* the days I gulped ths physic that my Grtiiny ustd to brew; ffor a friend in ■whom I trusted, entering mylt-om last uitfht, Stole a bottlefui of Heaneo from the desk whereon I write! I am certain sure he did it (though he never would let on), For he had a cold all last week, and to-day his oough is gone; Now I'm sick and sore and sorry, and I'm sad for friendship's sake—(lt was better than the cough-cure that my Granny used to make). Oh, he might have pinched my whisky, and he might have pinched my beer j Or all the fame or money that I make while writing here— Oh, he might have shook the blankets and I'd not have made a row, If he'd only left my Heenzo till the morn. ing, anyhow. flo I've lost my faith in Mateship, which was all I had to lose Sinoe I lost my faith in Russia and myself and got the blues; And so trust turns to suspiolon, and so friendship turns to hate— Xyen Bt&ia.er Bill would never pinoh hie Heenzo from a mate! ENRY LAWSON is the idol of all lovers of Australasian verse or prose. As such he needs no introduction to our readers. Those who have used HeenZO, the famous money-saving remedy for Coughs and Colds, sympathised deeply with him when he told them in a dirge that someone had entered his room in the dead of night and "pinched" his bottle of Heenzo. He told in that dirge why his suspicion fell upon a friend, thus causing him to lose faith in m&tiship. W. GORDON likewise needs no introduction, for Henry Lawson has I, long since introduced him in his famous story "By the Banks of the Murrumbidgee," he being the original of Lawson's "Jim Grahame, under which pseudonym he has himself written for years. Gordon (now an irrigation orchardist at Leeton) in a recently-written letter said: Lawson and I worked, walked and starved together many years ago—also not manj years ago." \ Lawson, in his »tory, said : "Like myself, my mate, 'Jim Grahame,' has a long, scraggy neck, etc., etc." Gordon humorously says : "Itis no doubt the lengthmeav and scragginess of the said neck that has always made me a victim of sore throat and colds; but now o' nights the thought of it causes- me no loss of sleep, as I know a dose or two of Heenzo will lix me up. My wife also gives it to the children, with marvellous results." Though it was Heenzo that cured Gordon's cough right enough, he pleads not guilty to the charge of having " pinched "it from his mate. The culprit remains undetected. Gordon was merely a victim of circumstantial evidence. When you read Lawson's "Tragedy" and Gordon's " Repudiation," you will like both men better, and think of Heenzo when the next cold comes your way. The treatment of Asthma, Bronchitis, Colds, Influenza, end Sore Throats calls for something that will destroy disease germs from the throat and bronchial tubes, soothe and heal inflamed mucous membrane, loosen phlegm, and tone up the general system, for tins purpose money cannot buy a better medicine than that, a pmt of which anyone may prepare at home in a few moments by adding Heenzo (registered name for Hcan » hssence) to warm water and sweetening as per easy directions supplied with each bottle. As Heenzo costs only 2/-. and a pint of ready-made cough mixture would cost anything irom U\- to 4.1. it will be seen that a big money-saving is to be effected by making your own Heenzo cough mixture. As there are some imitations knocking about, sec to it that none ot them is palmed off on to you by anyone out to make a bigger profit at ihe expense of your health. Always ask for and insist on getting H6L-. THE FAMOUS MONEY-SAVING REMEDY FOR HEENZO is obtainable from all leading Chemists and Stores, or by post on receipt of price from aw. mmm d ■ .:■ " J. W. GORDON ("Jim Grahame") f Sir /. W. Gordon) I never pinched your Heenzo— On that I'll tako an oath! But. nbout tho beer and •wh.tsKy— Well, I might have pinched them bothl I still have faith in Riißßin, And I still have faith in you; But ndmit that Heonzo's better Thau what Granny used to brew. I have shared your meat and damper As we camped behind a log, When tho union was the puppy, And the squatter was the dog. I have pinchod your pipe and 'bacca Where the western rivers flow; But I NEVER pinched your Heenzo Whore the lights of Sydney glow. I have shared your beer and whisky On tho irrigated soil, '.,,"* And have shared your rug and blanket Where the western shearers toil; But I fear I can't convince you , (Since your love has turned to hatel That I NEVER stole the Heenzo Prom my d d old mate. The bloke that stole your physicHe was nothing but a "cow"— I conld smito him on the whiskers, I could smite hjm on the browj I could yank him out to Yanco, And there leavo him to his fate, And he'd nevor more steal Heenzo Prom my dear old mate.