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Show DRUMMER WAS POOR ADVISER. Fatal Flaw In Prescription for Cure of Rheumatism. "Speaking of rheumatism," Bald tho drummer as he sagely shook his head, "I had a brother who was afflicted with It for six years. He tried half a dozen different doctors and went to half a dozen different springs, but ho found no relief. At length he determined deter-mined to try heroic measures. That Is, I advised him to do something In that direction as a forlorn hope, and thought the tip a good one." "What did ho try?" was asked. "Ho went Into a pasture and faced a bull that had tossed half a dozen men skyhlgh. We figured that when tho bull started for hlra with head down nnd tall up the scare would drive tho rheumatism out and ho would strlko a 2:40 gait for the fence." "And how did It work?" "Three minutes after tho bull caught sight of Charley his rheumatism rheuma-tism was gone, never to return." "You don't sav!" "But I do, and Charley was gone with It. He never knew how high ho went when tho bull got his horns under un-der him, and he never know what a hole he made In the ground when ho came down." "Then your your advice" "Was the worst thing he could havo followed, sir, and It was a great moral lesson to mo. Since that tlmo I have made It a practice to drink alone instead in-stead of advising or encouraging a fellow fel-low man to wreck his soul, and as this Is my usual tlmo for taking a cocktail you gentlemen will please excuse mo for flvo minutes." o |