| Show A L rancie RAMBLE AND WHAT CAME of IT ar some genius we suspect him to belong to the jovial order ty haa baa said the da day to dronne and anil d deam eam the othe night to learn earli and ramble we do not propose to dispute this worthya wor thys view of the matter but present herewith the experience per peni peri lence jenee ence enee ot of a philadelphia journalist mr william 11 cunnington 1712 north tone of whose nocturnal noc tural rambles be tie thus refers to beginning hib hia narration rather peculiarly ecu acu however 1 I am not a r rheumatic ph u matic and have been troubled very little with bodily pains last tuesday morning I 1 experienced a very annoying stiffness of the neck which derew vorse corse as the day wore on to tow TOB ard evening it very severe so ver 8 and I 1 could arcely scarcely ec turn my m y head in any direction arriving home at tea time it was with difficulty that I 1 could eat my meal my wife wanted to rab my neck with st jacobs OU oll but I 1 refused saying I 1 thought the affliction world wo ild iid boon soon tea over against the of my family I 1 left homb home to ram rsm rambie ramble toward tle the the new chestnut street fleet opera house about two and a half miles milea from my gresi dence I 1 started in the mida mid it of a heavy snow enow idoy 1401 storm ru and remained at the theatre until the close of the performance although I 1 could feel my neck getting worse and becoming very painful leav hig ling the play the trouble came ito to reach home the storm continued the car in fa which I 1 was became blocked to in nearly eveny every square a cold current of air swept through the car and I 1 did not reach my home until toward 2 A M by which time my neck had become absolutely rigid then I 1 consented to the use of st jacobs jacobi oil which my wife applied two erthree or three times timea before I 1 larose arose I 1 continued its ita use that day and by evening I 1 was free from pain and the next morning I 1 amused myself by twisting my neck in any direction that suited salted me ines rues and not a vestige of stiffness remained V boston Jt gerald ferald |
