SAWS OF AN OLD PHYSICIAN.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXI, Issue III, 18 July 1903, Page 154

SAWS OF AN OLD PHYSICIAN.

I.—HOW TO CATCH COLD. “You generally catch cold,” said the doctor, as he settled himself in his chair, “by infection from the breath of another person who has a cold. “In a railway carriage with a man who is sneezing and snuffing, insist on having the window open a little, or you will stand a good chance of catching that Cold yourself. More Colds are caught through stuffiness than draughts. “Don’t neglect a Cold. It may turn to influenza; or it may start a coughv that will tear a wound in your lung. Then you spit blood, and the wound enlarges until you are in the first stage of Consumption. Your throat will be husky, your chest sore; you will get thin and perspire more than you ought. All through a Cold! “Why does one man catch Cold more easily than another? Because some people (especially women) haven’t half enough blood in their veins. What they have is poor and thin. That lays you

open to disease of all sorts; it is a disease itself—anaemia, the Royal College of Physicians calls it. Try Dr. williams’ pink pills for pale people. Best thing I know for it. We doctors don’t like advertised medicines, as a rule, but these pills are not a patent medicine; they are a discovery by one of our own profession, a graduate of my own University—Edinburgh. They mean more blood in the veins, more vitality, more nervous and spinal power. A safeguard as well as a cure. Don’t purge yourself; these pills are a tonic, and will do you all the good purgatives are supposed to, without the discomfort.”

The old Physician’s candour does him honour. A Cold is described, almost in the Doctor’s own word, by the victim of it, Mr John Collins, of Jenks-street, Foxton.

“Four years ago,” says Mr Collins, “my blood was poor and my health in a low state. In the Winter I caught a heavy Cold, which settled on my lungs. Every fit of coughing racked and strained me tremendously. Then influenza gripped me and I was laid up in bed. For weeks I was so weak and ill that I could not do a hand’s turn. My lungs were sore and tender, and I was afraid of hemorrhage and Consumption. I tried all kinds of cough mixtures and medicines to strengthen the lungs, without effect. I lost my appetite, could not sleep properly and was intensely miserable until,” added Mr John Collins, “I tried Dr. williams’ pink pills. In a few days I felt a little better. They made blood for me, and this new blood strengthened my heart and lungs. Gradually I threw off the Cold and influenza. Now my lungs are sound and strong, and there is no fear of hemorrhage or Consumption. You can find out from my neighbours how bad I was, for I am known to almost everyone in Foxton.” Mr Collins’ case exactly bears out the truth of the physician’s advice. Weak lungs can only be strengthened by new, warm, pure blood. These pills, besides enriching the blood, braee up the nerves, and in this way they cure hysteria, St. Vitus’ dance, neuralgia, sciatica and nervous prostration in men and women. See that you get the genuine. They are always in wooden boxes, never in glass bottles. The address, Wellington, New Zealand, must be on the outside wrapper. The pills thus put up have cured thousands in Wellington, Auckland, Dunedin, Invereargill, Christchurch, Wanganui and elsewhere.