Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 34, Number 61, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 April 1902 — Old Joe, the Night Watchman. [ARTICLE]

Old Joe, the Night Watchman.

(From the Fall Mall Gazette, London.) How often on returning home late on a dreary winter’s night has our sympathy gene oat to the poor old night watchman as he sat huddled up over his cage fire, overlooking the excavations which our City Connell in their wisdom, or otherwise, allow the different water companies to make so frequently in cur congested streets. In all weathers, and under ail climatic conditions, the poor old night watchman is obliged to keep watch over the companies’ property, and to see that the red Ughta are kept burning. What a life, to be sure; what privations and. hardships; no wonder they have aches and pains, which nothing bat St. Jacobs Oil can alleviate. “Old Joe” Is in the employ of the Lambeth Water Workdi 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; it looked extremely doubtful if 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 n passer-by, who had for some nights noticed Ola Joe’s painful condition, presented him with a bottle of St. Jacobs OIL and told him to use it. Old Joe followed the advice given: he crawled home the next morning ana bade bis wife rub his aching back with the St. Jacobs Oil “a gentleman gave him,” and undoubtedly nla wife dld rub, for when-Old-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 ana Old Joe began to run and Jump like | young colt. All pain, stiffness and Soreness had gone, h» bad been telling everybody be met what St. Jacobs yff bad done for him.' Old Joe says now ne has but one ambition in life, and that is to always to be able to keep a bottle of I St. Jacobs Oil by him, for he says there Is nothing like It m the world. —f St. Jacobs Oil serves the rich and the Soor, high and low, the same way. It as. conquered pain for fifty years, and it will do the same to the end of time. Simple facts like the above tell an honest tale with which nothing on earth can com- , pe(e. |