Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1921-11-11
Watch For tuberculosis
Symptoms

One bright, ssunshlny morning
a few years ago a young man was
sitting on a cracker box in front
Of the only pharmacy'inhis town.
chewing the rag" with several
Of the towns leading citizens,
when he idly picked up a bulletin
on tuberculosis issued by the
State Board of Health, which
was capering around at his feet
in response to the within of the
wind.
The young man was not i'll; at
least he did not appear to be.
The slight, occasional cough ne
had always attributed to too
much cigarette smoking, and the
lethargy which possessed him
was credited to the climate. Folks
called him lazy and he had about
made up his mind that they had
diagnosed his condition correctly.
Turning the pages of the bulletin,
he found this question staring
him in the face: DO you tire
easily?" Yes, certainly he did;
that was just his trouble. He
was always tired, not lazy. Seek
ing to justify his tiredness, he
read further and was amazed to
find that IAN unwonted sense of
tiredness" was likely to be a dis
ease, and a very serious disease
if not cured.
As he read on and saw men,
ton of "hoarseness" and "ab-
sence of a keen appetite" he be-
gan to believe they were writing
about him and settled down in
real earnestness to ascertain il
his name were written there.
Sure enough, there it was plain
as day. Every time he saw
WEAKNESS" he became more
tired. He jumped on the scales
and found he had lost six pounds
in the last two weeks. The din.
ner bell rang and he did moi
make a mad dash for the table
When he came to blood spit.
ting" and persistent pain in the
chest" his hope revived some
what, for surely he had never
spit any blood or had any pain il
the chest, or anywhere else fol
that matter. He was, however
sufficiently interested to follow
the most valuable advice giver
in the whole bulletin, which said
IF you have ANY of the above
symptoms, do not delay but con
suit a reliable physician at once
1t may mean saving your life.
He saw the physician, told hin
all his troubles, trials, symptoms
the history of his life and his an
cestors for three generations
was stripped to the waist, pound
ed, thumped, made to whisper
whistle and sing. AT the end o.
approximately two hours of such
methods, the reliable physician
pronounced sentence. He said
my son, you have bugs" Thu
young man not knowing whether
he meant under the hat or undel
the shirt, or both, requested hin
to phone for the undertaken t
come at once and get his mea
sure, for he had never know
anyone to survive such a diagno
sis for long. The doctor, how
ever, would not listen. He tolt
wonderful tales of a place LOCATED
in the sandhills of North Caro-
lima, where the weary would b
made energetic, the weak mad
strong and the bugs" put tt
death.
This was a reliable physician
and what's the use of having
reliable physician unless one fol
lows his advice? So the youni
man journeyed to the State San
atorium and there commenced hi
fight.
One would think fighting tn
berculosis in a sanatorium was
weary, dreary sort of occupation
butt was not. True, there wer'
"blue days" but they are founC
in any climate under the sun AMI
the happy days far outnumbereC
the blue ones.
It was no quick JOB fighting