Rensselaer Journal, Volume 11, Number 34, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 January 1902 — Untitled [ARTICLE]

OLD JOE, THE NIGHT WATCHMAN. (From the Pall Mall Gazette. London.) How often on returning home late on a dreary winter's night has our sympathy gone out to the poor old night-watchman as he sat huddled up over his cage fire, overlooking the excavations which our city council in their wisdom or otherwise, allow the different water companies to make so frequently in our congested streets. In all weathers and under all climatic conditions, the poor old night-watch-man is obliged to keep watch over the companies' property, and to see that the red lights are kept burning. What a life, to be sure; what privations and hardships; no wonder they have aches and pains, which nothing but St. Jacob’s Oil can alleviate. "Old Joe” is in the employ of the Lambeth Water Works, and Is well and favorably known. He has been a night-watchman for many years, in the course of which he has undergone many experiences. What with wet and cold, he contracted rheumatism and sciatica, which fairly doubled him up, and it began to look a serious matter for old Joe whether he would much longer be able to perform his duties, on which his good wife and himself depended for a livelihood; but as it happened, a passerby, who had for some nights noticed Old Joe’s painful condition, presented him with a bottle of St. Jacob's Oil, and told him to use it. Old Joe followed the advice given; he crawled home the next morning and bade his wife rub his aching back with the St. Jacob’s Oil "a gentleman gave him,” and undoubtedly his wife did rub, for when aid Joe went on duty at night he met his friend and benefactor, to whom he remarked: “Them Oils you gave me, Guv’nor, did give me a doing; they was like pins and needles for a time, but look at me now,” and old Joe began to run and jump about like a young colt. All pain, stiffness and soreness had gone; he had been telling everybody he met what St. Jacob's Oil had done for him. Old Joe says now he has but one ambition in life, and that is to always to be able to keep a bottle of St. Jacob’s Oil by him for he says there is nothing like it in the world.

St. Jacob's Oil serves the rich and the poor, high and low the same way. It has conquered pain for fifty years, and it will do the same to the end of time. It has no equal, consequently no competitor; it has many cheap imitations, but simple facts like the above tell an honest tale with which nothing on earth can compete.