Mexborough and Swinton Times January 27, 1928
Beating T.B.
Progress of the “Jones” Cure.
Mexboro’ Miner’s ” Surgery.”
When I visited Mr. George Edward Jones at 40, Doncaster Road, Mexborough, on Wednesday, I interrupted, with apologies, a consultation.
Mr. Jones began last August to make it known that he had a new cure for tuberculosis and since then he has made considerable use of it. The visitor whom I found there on Wednesday was a Balby woman and she was supplying evidence of the condition of her husband, who sought Mr. Jones’s medicine on the recommendation of another Balby family, a member of whom reported himself cured after the treatment.
While I talked with Mr. Jones a patient arrived for his second bottle—a Mexboro’ youth whose mother got him his first last Friday, because he was too ill to walk from Roman Terrace to Mr. Jones’s house himself; on Wednesday he managed the walk all right, and reported considerable improvement in his condition.
As I was about to leave, the postman arrived. At Mr. Jones’s request I waited a moment till he opened the letter, handed the postal order enclosed to his wife, and then passed the letter on to me. It was brief, but convincing. Mr. Jones had shown me a letter from the same man—in Staffordshire—written some weeks ago, asking for a bottle of the medicine as a last desperate attempt to save the life of his 19-year-old daughter; and a later letter reporting improvement in the girl’s condition and enclosing the price of another bottle. The latest letter simply asked for another bottle and reported that “my daughter’s improvement continues.”
These incidents made my interview impressive. Mr. Jones himself did not say a great deal; he allowed his patients to speak for themselves, as it were. They all spoke in the same tone, in the – letters ordering further supplies of the medicine: all testified to the efficacy of the medicine—in most instances after sanatorium treatment and all else had failed.
Mr. Jones realisees his responsibility. He himself has no doubt about the formula he picked up 20 years ago. (Has it not restored his own lad over whom little more than a year -ago the medical sentence of death was passed?) . He is now seeking the one thing that can give his cure status and bring it into universal use; medical endorsement. Last Friday he accepted an invitation to visit Preston Hall, the centre of the wonderful village for tubercular ex-Service men the British Legion have established at Aylesford on Kent.
He was mightily impressed by all, he saw there—by the deeply humane spirit of the place and at’ the same “time the sound, common sense basis of establishment; by the absence of the sometimes too tying disciplinary methods of large-institutions, and the occupying of the men’s minds up with the, learning of practically any light industry under the sun, at which in time they might set themselves up and become self-supporting in a model community.
But he also impressed the medical director of the place, Dr. J. B. McDougall, who undertook to give his cure “a thorough trial ” and to report to him in due course on the results.
At. Preston Hall practically every form of treatment has been and is tried, for no chance of saving the lives of the men is neglected: and Mr. Jones is at once to despatch to Preston Hall a plentiful supply of the harmless-looking reddish-brown liquor that is his cure. By the end of May he must complete his patent rights for the medicine, and he aims at having by then such strong expert evidence of the genuineness of his remedy as will establish it once for all in the British pharmaecopia.