SEVEN POUNDS IN ONE WEEK.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XV, Issue V, 3 August 1895, Page 143

SEVEN POUNDS IN ONE WEEK.

Not every man who is thin would thank you for fattening him. He doesn’t want to be fat and for very good reasons. Unnecessary fat is a load to carry about ;it interferes with a man’s power to work, shortens his wind and dulls his wits. Yet, on the other hand, a certain amount of flesh is needed for health and comfort. For example : A man five feet high should weigh about I2olbs ; a man five feet six inches, 1451bs ; a man six leet, tySlbs. It is a regular ascending scale. The insurance companies allow a variation of 7 per cent above or below it, and beyond those limits charge an extra premium. One shouldn’t be much over or under his proper weight if he wants to be sound and hearty—and we all do want that. Now we will tell you how Mr Thomas Crosby, being under weight, gained seven pounds in a week. He had lost x'/i stone, which is too much off for a man who was never fleshier than he naturally ought to be. It was this way. He was right enough up to May, 1891. At that time he began to feel ill and out of sorts. He had a nasty taste in his mouth—like rotten eggs, he says—and a thick, slimy stuff came on his gums and teeth. His appetite failed, and what he did eat was, as you might say, under compulsion ; and right afterwards he would have great pains in his stomach and chest. Plainly, something was amiss with him in that region. He was often dizzy, and cold chills ran over him as though he were threatened with fever. Of course we should expect a man who is handled in this way to lose strength. Mr Crosby lost strength. In fact, he got so weak and nervous that he shook all over, and his hands trembled as if a current of electricity were running through him. To use his own words : ‘ I rapidly lost flesh, was IJi stone lighter, and could hardly walk about. Once my parents thought I was dying, and sent in haste for the doctor. I saw two doctors in Epworth and one at Haxey, but they were not able to help me. Our Vicar, Rev. Mr Overton, recommended me to the Lincoln Infirmary, where I attended for eight weeks as an outdoor patient, without benefit. ‘Soon afterwards Mr Sharp, a chemist at Epworth, spoke to me of the virtues of a medicine known as Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. Being interested in what he said, I left off trying other things and began taking this Syrup, In a few days I felt better, and presently I gained seven pounds in a week. At that rate I soon got back to my work, and have had the best of health ever since. I tell these facts to everybody, and am perfectly willing they should be published. Yours truly (Signed) Tom Crosby, Ferry Road, Epworth, via Doncaster, December 23rd, 1892.' After reading Mr Crosby’s story we scarcely need to ask why he lost flesh. The minute he stopped eating and digesting his usual allowance of food he began to fall away. Trees, they say, grow as much from the air by means of their leaves, as they do from the soil. But men don’t. They’ve got to be built up through their stomachs. Indigestion and dyspepsia (Mr Crosby's complaint) stops this process and poisons those who have it besides. That accounts for all the painful and dangerous symptoms our friend speaks of. The doctors do what they can, but, unluckily, they don't possess the medicine that goes to the bottom of this disease and cures it. The remedy is Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup, and nothing else, as far as we know. It restores digestion, and digestion covers the bones with fat enough for health and good looks.