A GRIM JOKE

Oamaru Mail, Volume XXVIII, Issue 8294, 24 September 1903, Page 4

A GRIM JOKE

HOW RAILWAYS CUBE RHEUMATISM.

"So he lost his leg inia railway accident." "Ycg, cut right off at the hip—'Wasn't he lucky?" "Lucky! Where is the luck in losing a leg?" 'Why, man, it was the leg that had the rheumatism!"

The man that cracked that grim joke knew something abput rheumatism. He knew that its constant, gnawing, crippling agony was worse toan the pain of losing a leg outright. This is known only too well by scores of New Zealanders from Auckland to Wellington and from Invercargill to Blenheim—but they know, too, that Dr Williams' pink pills for pale people liave cured, painlessly and permanently, the worst cases of rheumatism in these Islands. There is no grim joke about that —it is a glad scientific fact proved by your own friends and neighbors. Here is ov.e of them :—■

"My blood was simply saturated with rheumatic poison," says Mrs Jacob Matthews, Queen Street, Masterton, "but Dr ■Williams' pink pills for pale people soon conquered the aching acid that had been eating into my joints and muscles. In fact, they actually made new blood for me, and drove helter-skelter from my system all the cruel agony that I had suffered for twenty-five years." Before that I was never free from pain. For six long months I couldn't do. a tap of work. No tongua can tell what I suffered. Every part of my body was sore and tender. The doctors told me that the rheumatism was rooted in my blood, but neither their physic nor all the patent medicines were able to shift it. At last I threw the last bottle of drugs away and gave up all hope. I was at Opaki, in the Masterton 'District, and I read in the Wairarapa Times how Dr Williams' pink pills had cured Mr Robert Clucas, of Oxford, Canterbury. As Mr Clucas suffered even worse than I did, I was pretty riglit in thinking they'd cure me. i. got some from Mr Henry Eton,- the Masterton chemist, and the very first box began to make my blood pure and rich. Six "boxes cleared out every ache and pain, and, although four years have passed, I haven't had a twinge of rheumatism since. And lam 70 tro, and still do all my own housework. We lived 46 years in Opaki, and now 11 years here in Queen Street, Masterton, so every person hereabouts knows that Dr Williams' pink pills cured my rheumatism. Mrs Alfred Matthews, my daughter-in-law, at Opaki, can tell you that they did just as much for. her." Now, the doctors told Mrs Matthews that her rheumatism was rooted in her blood—and the doctors were right. Rheumatism is a disease of the blood, and all the liniments in the world cannot cure it. You may drive the pain from one joint to another by rubbing, but can't possibly drive it out of your system that way. There's no doubt about that. You must kill the poisonous, aching acid in the blood, just as was don© by Mrs Jacob Matthews, of Mastertonj- Robert Clucas of Canterbury and Mrs R. Hunt of Waihi. Dr Williams' pink ipills cured their rheumatism because they struck straight at the root of the trouble in the blood. In the same way they cure all other blood diseases such as anaemia, or bloodlessness, weakness, debility, headaches, backaches, kidney and liver troubles, indigestion, biliousness, bad complexion, pimples, eczema, scrofula, and the special ailmentß caused by poor bloodsupply in women and growing girls. Of course you must be careful, to get the genuine pills that Mr Henry Eton, of Masterton, save Mr Jacob Matthews. They always liavethe full name, Dr. Williams' pink pills for; pate are, always in boxes,-: •never : in bottles. ■■?" Don't allow ■• any unscruipnlous dealer to'"take yoii' down" with; ■Something-else that gives him a.bigger nrgfitV Get what cured Robert Clucas and Mrs Matthews. :'';■'"'