People's Pilot, Volume 3, Number 16, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 October 1893 — Don’t Leave Port, [ARTICLE]
Don’t Leave Port,
Don’t go on a long land journey, don’t start as emigrant for the far west, if unprovided with thut defender of health and conqueror of sickness, Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters, which will defend you from sea sickness, nullify fatigue and ill health caused by travel and change of diet, and counteract malaria. Peerless is it for dyspepsia, rheumstism, liver complaint, nervousness and debility. “What makes Mr. Snapper so fond of the children next doors” Mrs. Snapper—- • Because they cry most of the time.” “That’s a strange reason." “Oh, no, it isn’t; it drowns trie voice of the young lady who slugs in the flat above." “I can heartily say to any young man who is wanting good employment, work for Johnson & Co., follow their instruction and you will succeed."• So writes an agent of B. F. Johnson & Co., Richmond. Va., and that’s the way all of their men talk. “You don’t dot your i’s or cross your Ps.” said Mr. Dimity to his new bookkeeper. “No, sir," was the reply. “In these hard times—er—l thought it advisable not to use any more ink than I could help, sir."—Harper’s Bazar. W. H. Gbitpin, Jackson, Michigan, writes: ‘.‘Suffered with Catarrh for fifteen years, Hall’s Catarrh Cure cured me." Bold by Druggists, 75a The man who was out on a lark the night before feels like he had been on a wild-goose chase the next morning.—Topeka Journal. . Beecham’s Pills are proverbially known as “Worth a Guinea a box," but they are sold at 25 cents a box. > ■"T— — * Thb latest method of eloping is by bicycle. In such instances it is love which makes the wheels go round.—Buffalo Express. “Is Brown still discussing the financial situation?" “No; he’s done gone to work for a living!"—Atlanta Constitution. Don’t Neglect a Cough. Take Some Hale’s Honey of Horehound and Tar Inntanter. Pike's Toothache Drops Cure in one minute. A fallen meteor has a very dowtfeast appearance in Its own hole in the ground.— Picayune. Thb killer of all the dead letters.—Miss Direction.
