Judge — August 19, 1899 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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SOME UNSOLICITED TESTIMONIALS. WO years ago my feelings were in- jured by a remark made by a cad at the club. 1 tried everything, but got no telief until a friend called my attention to Squigg’s pellets. After taking two boxes my injuries were healed. In 1894 I was sentenced toa long term in prison for embezzle- ment. One night last month I accidentally found a bottle of Squigg’s anti-squirm in one cor- ner of the prison-yard. I took it and made my escape. am now a well man, | I regard Dr. Squi benefactor of the human race. For years | was broken in pock et. No one could give me any Y. a relief. ‘The banks refused to trust y/ i} nd I could get no credit anywhere. One day 1 Hii > read in a newspaper of the marvelous work wrought “ A LIMITED VOCABULARY, Mas. Goran —"She is a woman of very few words.” Gowanc—" Ves; everything she sees is either * per- fectly awful’ or ‘awfully nice." one night. I felt his very presence, and the effect it had on me can be briefly told—I am no longer on the stage. I keep a full set of Dr. Squigg’s adver tisements about me on all occasions I wouldn't be without them for a minute. How many poor men there are suffering from a surplus of real estate, I was afflicted in this way. Nine doctors said there was no relief for me. neighbor told me of the permanent cure of her hus- band by using Dr. Squigg’s formulas. After taking them fourteen years I was enabled to dispose of my property at fancy prices. I was a prim old maid and lived in the coun- NO TIME LIKE try. Last year I moved into the city, bought a Mu. JacRION—* Jes! owe mors kiss, bicycle, and took four barrels of Dr. Squigg’s anti- Miss: Jouxsox—* Oh, Jim! wait till to-morrow night.” lean. Now I am a new woman. Mr. JAcKsoN—"* Delays am dangerous, babe. ‘To-morrow night T may be dead, or yo" may hab been eatin’ onions,” by Squigg’s plasters. I tried one and it pulled me through. As change is all an impecunious man wi cs T advise all in that condition to try these plasters. ‘The ills of political life are heart-rending. For years | aspired to office without avail, What would Ihave done without four hundred and seventy-seven bottles of Squigg’s clixic? 1 am now coroner of the cou In 1896 I was a motorman in-Brooklyn. How I suffered no one knows. I read of four or five wonderful cures effected by Dr. Squigg’s salve. I am now a brakeman on the New York Central fast- freight lin! I desire to add the testimony of a book-keeper } as to the efficacy of Dr. Squigg’s capsules. I was bent, weak and nervous; couldn't sleep, couldn't? eat, couldn't smoke. The cause of my lamentable condition was that my books wouldn't balance, Passing by a drug-store one day, I saw these cap} sules advertised. After taking fourteen dozen I a happy to say that my books now balance. I ath convinced that the capsules did it, ANOTHER CHERRY-TREE HERO. j Puexovocist—"‘Ah! Your boy's bump of honesty is so well developed that he might well be the hero of another cherry-tree story.” ,__ Ayear ago I went on the stage, against the ad- Motner—' He is. He got that bump falling out of old man Jinks's cherry-tree while stealing vice of my friends, Dr. Squigg was in the audience _ cherries.” comicbooks.com