THE CABMAN WHO HAD TO BUZ HIS WIPB A FROOK. (From the Wolverhampton Chronicle.) We have but just learned of the thrilling experience of the well-known cabman Charles Green, who for many years has been employed by the Wilson Cab Company. His experience, as related below, is as interesting as it is extraordinary. It appears that Mr Green had occasion' recently to go out of town, remaining overnight, and was obliged to sleep in a damp bed, and thereby contracted rheumatism in the most severe form. It seemed to settle all over him; he was brought home, put to bed, and for more than eight weeks could not move hand or foot. His agony was such that he would scream if anyone came into the room for fear they would touch him. His knees were swollen to three times their natural size. He was as near crazy as man could be, but at the same time retained his faculties. Everything was tried without benefit. In despair he was taken to the Wolverhampton Hospital, where he remained four weeks, at the end of which time he was even worse than when admitted, and the medical gentlemen who attended him at the hospital told him they could do nothing more for him, that his case was hopeless, and,he was discharged as incurable. He was taken home, where his wife persuaded him, as a last resource, to try St. Jacobs Oil, which was procured from Weaver, chemist, 42 Dudley road, Green remarking at the same time, in a joking way to his wife, " that if St. Jacobs Oil cured him he would buy her a new frock," little expecting, however, that he would have that pleasure. His wife then had a double interest in curing her husband. She applied half the contents of one bottle to his knees, rubbing the parts vigorously for half an hour, when she left the room for a few minutes. On returning she was surprised to hear Green say, " I shall have to buy you a new frock, for I can turn myself and move my legs." Continuing to use this famouf oil Green commenced tp improve, and after using the contents of four bottles he was out on his cab and at work in all weathers, and as well and hearty as ever he was in his life. He was laid up four months altogether, perfeotly helpless, could not move hand or foot. This was such an extraordinary and almost unheard of cure, we determined to ascertain if possible what sort of thing this St. Jacobs Oil really was. We therefore called upon Mr Weaver, the chemist above referred to, who stated that he knew of the Green case, and personally vouched for the above statement, and stated further that, while Green's cure was perhaps the most remarkable, he knew of numerous other extraordinary cases which had come under his immediate attention where St. Jacobs Oil had cured people of rheumatism and neuralgia after every other means had been resorted to 'without avail. Mr Weaver said the sales of St. Jacobs Oil were enormous; people invariably speak in the highest terms of its power to conquer pain. t Sold by all Chemists and Druggists. WITHOUT A TRUMPET BLAST. Simple merit rarely meets with its reward until too late to be of value. The friendless patriot who spends his life in the effort to ,get members of the right political persuasion returned to Parliament has but small joy in the J.P.-ship which oomes to him only after, he has sold out of the butchering business, and left the township in which he could have wilted up his enemies from the dizzy eleva- , tion of the Bench. The plain daughter of the family— who i has contracted a squint from the constant contemplation of that awful wart on her nose — darns all 'the family stookings, replaces the fugitive button, regulates the supply of hash, and washes the annual and ever-recurring baby, has seen all her sisters in orange blossom, but missed her owe ' chances for the want of a trumpet blast. Yet , she was admittedly the best of the lot. The same rule holds good throughout the whole social fabric, with but few exceptions. One of these, and the most noteworthy, is the Waterbury Watch. It came. and conquered, absolutely on its own merits. The cheap, lacquered, gimcrack Swiss watches have broken many an honest bushman's heart, but were never known to keep time. Their case is tin, their works are lead, and their action is as erratic as a O.M.G. on a road contract. They go for either 10 or 14 hours a day, according to temperature, and scatter misery as the Maxim gun scatters bullets. They are shipped to the colonies as ballast ; the dealer's profit is the cause of their construction, and the crass stupidity of the purchaser the reason for their existence. The mendaoious trumpet of the advertiser blare 3 forth their alleged excellence, and the simpleminded man with the grass seed in his hair becomes a mark for the finger of scorn, and a target for his own contumely. The Waterbury came like a dream of delight, and in its own little mild and unobtrusive way stole into the hearts of Australians* and made its name a household word ; a synonym for all that is exact, trust- , worthy, and beautiful, * |
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Otago Witness, Issue 1927, 29 January 1891, Page 12
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