A VIOLENT ATTACK OF CROUP CURED.

Motueka Star, Volume II, Issue 77, 9 May 1902, Page 4

A VIOLENT ATTACK OF CROUP CURED.

“Last winter an infant child of mine had croup in a violent form,” says Elder John W. Rogers ( -a Christian Evangelist, of Filley, Mo., U.S.A. “I gave her a few doses of Chamberlain’s Cough Remedy and in a short time all danger was past and the child recovered.” This remedy not only cures croup, but when given as soon as the first symptoms appear, will prevent the attack. It contains no opium or other harmful substance and may be given as confidently to a baby as to an adult. For sale by A. Manoy.

| When jbhe Supreme Court was abou, to resume after luncheon, last week says the Dunedin “Star”, the Registrar followed the customary practice of counting the jurymen, and seeing that they were all in the box before notifying the Judge that everything was in readiness. His Honor took his seat, and the jurymen were called upon to answer to their names whereupon the foreman declared -that one had not turned up. The Court its eyes ' to see if .it was dreaming, for there seemed to be twelve 'men in the box. So there were and still the—foreman was right. The explanation was that a man who had been waiting for another case felt lonely, and walked into the jury box, probably not knowing it was a jury box, just to have a yarn with an old chum and the juryman whose seat he took had mistaken the time of resuming. The Taranaki Herald states that the Government is being urged to allow settlers in out-of-way parts of the colony to erect light and inexpensive telephone lines in their own district; also to subsidise the work to the extent of pound for pound. As showing what the fruit export, from New Zealand might yet become, it is only necessary to look at the fruit export trade of Tasmania. Up to the 12th April 15 large steamers had sailed from Hobart this season loaded with green fruit for the British markets. These steamers carried away 259,536 cases of fruit. On the above date three more steamers had to sail to complete the export of this season’s crop. The Sydney Referee, in referring to the Sydney Cup contest, says :—The brilliant Wakeful fairly set the seal on her fame when she carried 9st 71b to victory in the Sydney Cup. She not only won, but won in dashing style. Getting a splendid run all the way, she claimed her victory in the manner of a first-class performer. With a reserve of galloping power at the home turn, she went up to the only horse in the field at the stage with a chance, and fairly raced him down, to within the most handsome fashion. And when it was seen that she had made a two mile time record for Australasia, it was something to hear the cheering that filled the air and to note the excitement of her I when she came to weigh in none the worse for having executed such a grand performance. Perhaps the least excitable man among them was her nominator, Mr Leslie Macdonald, who seems to be stoically imperturable under conditions that would upset the equilibrium of most owners. No doubt he quite expected the result, and would have been disappointed had it been otherwise. It is good odds he would not have shown it even so. When, thirty-five years ago, Lord Methuen joined the Scotch Fusilier Guards (now Scots Guards) as a subaltern, he was well liked by the privates, although he was a trifle strict in the matter of enforcing discipline. Lieutenant Methuen had the reputation of making very caustic remarks. The following is one of the best: In the lieutenant’s company was a tall, handsomC Irishman, who had but onefailing- -he could never keep sober* Otherwise, he was an excellent soldier* One day, after he had received punishment in the orderly-room for the offence of drunkenness, Lieutenant Methuen, who took an interest in the toper, severely remonstrated with him concerning his infirmity. The man shook his head, and replied : “Sorr, I can’t help it; I’ll never be sober until the breath is out av me body.” With a smile Lieutenant Methuen., retorted : “Ah, but when the breath is out of your body, then, I’m afraid, you’ll , have the greatest possible justification for being thirsty !”—a sentence which made the man think.