A PATENT LUNG PROTECTOR.

Globe, Volume IX, Issue 1255, 27 March 1878, Page 3

A PATENT LUNG PROTECTOR.

The patent Lung Protector man has beon around. Nearly every man in town that could raise the neaewury Bhekels has got one. I'his patent lung protector man was one of the best talkers we hare had visit us for a long time. He not only told us all about tho unheard of merits of his protecting lung patent, but also gave lis a diagnosis oi our lungs, pointing out just what condition they were in ; and it wps frightful when wc learned, wo were to the end of oxift String, so to speak, all for tho want of one of his contrivances. We only too gladly ordered one of him, and told him if ho thought two or three were necessary to bring our lungs buck to their normal «jo:i,-' dition, to chuok them in. ]£e said lie fought t>n.e vnyjd, yg $ W§ JjtfJ W

extra width of buckskin in front. It is a sort of sleeveless jacket made of red ilannel, or something, and widely faced over, fore and aft, by buckshin, or doeskin, so ns to cover the front elevation from the cold winds of the north, and the rear elevation from the southern zephyrs, lie said when once we put it on, not to take it off until spring; for the warmth of it was so great, that after wearing it a day or two, if we took it off we would freeze solid in five minutes. We are wearing it now, and have to report that the protecting patent lung contrivance is a big thing. Aside from our lungs being cured—so that we can crack a hickory nut on our breast—we have been enabled to sell our overcoat, and give our stock of ordinary underclothing to the poor. We cannot bear to sit in a room where there is a fire, and in fact, when we exercise, there is enough stoam produced to heat a moderatesized opera house, and run a laundry besides. It is a big thing in fact. As we write we havo to sit on an ice-cream freezer and suck an icicle, or the editorials would be so red-hot that they would burn a hole through the paper. It takes considerable attention and care to keep ourself from cooking, and becoming overdone; and if there is anything that isn't nice, it is a local editor that is " cooked too much"— he's worse tlum a raw one. Though the weather has been very cold, we haven't used but three small sticks of wood at our bouse for a week; at night we have to sleep with all the doors and windows open, and if we get afraid of burglars, wo go out and sit on the fence and take a nap, during the hours that's the worst for burglars. They are the greatest warmth-gatherer we know of, and the only drawback we can conceive that might arise, that where too many of them are worn in one locality, they are liable to molt the snow off and ruin the sleighing. If they all average as well as the one now in use by "ye local," a dozen of them set along on the ice between here and Stockholm would keep the lake open all winter. Don't fail to try one, if you have any desire to live in a tropical climate in the winter, and preserve your lungs.—" Lake City Leader."