THE WRONG PLACE.

New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Volume XIX, Issue 1090, 26 January 1911, Page 23

THE WRONG PLACE.

It was a nasty, cold, wet day, and William stood coughing before a chemist’s window. A handsome pyramid of bottles rose in the middle of the

window, and a brilliantly coloured card announced : “No more coughs. No more colds. Is per bottle.” William entered the shop. “Will you guarantee that stuff in the window to be really good ?” he asked. “Certainly,” the chemist assured him. “There’s not a better line on the market.” ; William decided to buy a bottle and took it away with him. Two days later he returned and eyed the chemist with bitter reproach., ‘‘l’ve used your mixture,” he gasped hoarsely, “and it seems to have plugged up my throat. Since I swallowed the last dose I can scarcely speak.” “You swallowed lit !” yelled the chemist. “Why, man, that’s an indiarubber solution to put on the soles of your boots to keep out the wet !”