"Put Your Spare Time in the Bank."

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume XIII, Issue 4161, 11 July 1892, Page 3

"Put Your Spare Time in the Bank."

Did yon mr hear of the Australian Time Bank (Limited j l Ml Well, tlien, you mutt know about it, and r'njhl auay, 100. Mr Anstey describes it. The idea ib this, You don't use b)1 your time to advantage, Most of it in foot ruiiß to waste, You often have the time, but no chance to invest it profitably, So tho tirao slides out of your possession, just as spilled water soaks into the pound and is lost. Suppose you could put your useless time into a bank, as you do money, and draw it out on cheques as you want it. .Do you see? Wouldn't that be what the Americans call " A big tbiug ?" "Bosh I Stuff! Humbly I" you say, "It is impossible, If wc could do that we might bank time enough to turn us into boys and girls again," True, eo wc might, but as you say, it can't be done, Vet isn't there a moral in the idea? Open your eyes and read. The moral is plain as the trunk on an oliplinnt. If you can't ml bach your waste time, then don't waste it, Now, isn't a man wasting, time when he seta ill? "Oh," you soy, "but ho can't help it," That's worse nonsense than the Time Bank, Yes, ho can help it, nine times outoften. ■ Look for a second, Here's a man whp goes on lo talk like this: " There was never, 1 ' he says, "a stronger man in England than I was up to December, 1884, lam a game? keeper, and about this time wo had a deal of troublo with a gang of poachers, I had to keep watch all night long, and was scarcely over in bed, end oflai tkji m my damp clothes. At last we nabbed the poachers and landed them in jail, Shortly alter this I was taken bad, At first I merely felt tired and dull, lhad a bad taste in the mouth with slime covering my tongue and teeth, I could eat little or nothing, but what I did oat gave me great pain, I felt as if held in a vice; my breathing WdS laboured and short, and I spat up a great deal of phlegm, I had a dreadful hacking cough, and could get no sleep at night; for after ten minutes' sleep I would wake up and cough for two or threo hours at a spell, Night after night I heard the clock strike every hour, " When tho bad attacks came on I felt as if I should suffocate, and had to bo bolstered up in bed, I was coughing and spitting up matter and phlegm all night long. Filially I got so weak I oouldn't walk across the floor, and if I ventured out my breathing was so bad that I had to st:p and rest every few yards. Of course I was obliged to give up my work, and for eight months I did nothing, i was under tho doctor all this time, and from the first he said my case was a bad one. After a whilo he said to my wife, Your hiatal h k a consumption and will never get belter,' " I thought it was all over with me, and every one who saw mo thought I would die. About this time I read in a Liverpool paper of a medicine culled Mother Heigol's Curative Syrup, and fancied I should like to try it. So my son, who lives in Liverpool, got me two bottles, and before 1 had used up the second one my cough was all gone, my breathing was easy and I could eat anything, I soon got back to my work, and have enjoyed good sound health ever since, When I began taking the Syrup I was so low I don't believe I could have held out much longer, I have lived all my life in this district, and in my present house forty years. (Signed) " Thomas Batemak, " Marbury Locks, " Near Whitchurob, Salop "March 23rd, 1891." What are we to learn from Mr Bateimn's experience ? First, that ho bad no real consumption, His cough and the spitting up of matter were symptoms of a thoroughly disordered condition of tho digestive organs, brought on by exposure, loeb of rest, and the breaking up of all his regular habits of life; This resulted from his outlying for the poachers and his foolish sleeping in his damp clothes, Acuto indigestion and dysi pepsia followed, of course, witrTall the suffering which he details so well, But was the illness his fault ? Wo do not say it was his fault, for may be his occupation compel led him to take such risks, but wbero there is one case of this kind there arc a hundred in which the evil might have been averted, We conclude then that prevention is better than cure, but when a oure must be sought, the most successful and trustworthy remedy is Mother Beigel's Syrup, Mr Bateman told John \Vilkinßon this, and his account will soon be printed,