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Evening Star, Issue 19795, 20 February 1928, Page 14

LUMBAGO MAKES YOU TOO OLD '■ ■» ———• VIGOR AND VITALITY SAPPED ID: CONSTANT FAIN. There is :ui epidemic of prcmuture “oldness.” Men and women who should be in the prime of life, vigorous and vitally fit, find their capacity for work or pleasure destroyed by constant downdragging pain, legs are heavy, back is breaking, it is agony to move or turn, or sleep at night. Your trouble is Lumbago. Your ill-health is caused by a breakdown of the natural processes that in the ordinary way govern health. Instead of tile blood supplying healthy nourishment to the nerves and muscles, it is being choked up by poisons which irritate the nerves causing acute pain. The kidneys lie at the seat of your trouble, for if they are not filtering and purifying the blood ns it passes through the system, they are allowing uric acid to accumulate m excess. There is a remedy, and a very simple remedy, too. It is no secret. It has been known for over forty years under the name of De Witt’s Kidney and Bladder Pills. Tens of thousands of people have tested this remedy and found it infallible in nl! cases of Lumbago, Weak Back, Sciatica, and Kidney Trouble. De Witt’s Kidney and Bladder Fills are a standardised, doctor-recommended remedy. Don’t play with health. Go to your chemist now and secure either a 3s 6d supply or the full month’s supply, (3s 6d, sufficient for the most stubborn case. Jt will bo the best investment won will ever make. The very young, the weakest, and the oldest can take “ De Witt’s” with confidence. No dangerous drugs, but a scientific preparation that will do yon good from the very first dose. Get De Witt’s and get health. • In 24 hours you will see results. This is our guarantee Persevere and yon will • be cured to stay cured.—[Advt.]

Two old Scotch friends referred to the days when they had been sweethearts. Jock said: “Ay, Jennie, an’ I hae na loved anybody* since yon. I hae never forgotten you.” “Jock,” she replied, with a little moistening of the eyes, “you’re just as big a liar as ever, an’ I believe ye jist the same.” Robson met Brown carrying a box of chocolates under one arm and a big package of meat under the other. “ Hello,” he said. “ I didn’t know you were married.” “I’m not.” “What are you doing with those chocolates and meat, “Do 'you have to provide the family with meat already?” “Oh, no! The sweets are for the girt, and tho-meat is for the dog. I have to make myself popular with both.’