SURE CURES

Horowhenua Chronicle, 20 September 1916, Page 3

SURE CURES

(By Walt. Mason.) Man might his malady endure. wiLli grit, till death shall end if, bin i'mi. each neighbour has a euro and comes i.i recommend it. 1 have a spavin on v . face, and all day long I ieel it. and neighbours to my cottage chase, and l;■!me how to heal it. .Says Old Bi.'i Wax, "Relief I bring—just take au.l rub this salve in for it will cure up anything from leprosy to spavin." Old Jimpson comes and brings a jug of grease, and makes a plaster and say>. "Just put this on your mug and you'ii avert disaster." To tell me I slio■ 11: steam my head folks see my lowly dwelling ; one says a poultice made </, btc:\'l will soon reduce the swelling; one has a cake of dark green soap wondrous virtue; one brings a jar ol I noxious dope, and. says ''It will not hurt you." And they regard me •angry-eyed, their sympathy is ended, when I admit I haven't tried the cures they recommended. They .jump me up with wealth Of words and eaii aie silly gudgeon; "You don't deserve the boon oi health." they tell me in their dudgeon. The gods protect us, one audi all, when we are sade and ailing, from tenderhearted folks who call with cure-alls unavailing I