Three weeks after trying Fynnon's, I noticed the change," said Alderman Sydney Taylor joyfully to GODFREY WINN
Here is a record of which any man in our land could be rightly proud. Thirty years as a Trade Union official when his slogan was, "I wouldn't get vexed because other folk got vexed." Thirty years as a magistrate, ending up as Chairman of the Bench. Equally, his long years of service in the city's Council Chamber brought him the triumphant accolade of being elected Lord Mayor of Leicester.
Yes, and at the crucial moment of the war, when as Alderman Sydney Taylor put it, there was nothing but bad news on his plate, he had to keep the home fires stoked, courage in everyone's heart.
Stiff as a poker
But the worst news in his own personal life came later when, in his well-earned retirement, he suddenly found that he could not move his head, his neck was as stiff as a poker.
"I couldn't make it out," explained this most respected citizen, who with his upright stance and straightforward manner, still seemed so completely in his prime. "After all, I started work at the age of twelve, doing half-time at school, half-time in a factory at two-and-ninepence a week, and throughout the ups and downs, one thing never altered. I had perfect health. Till this happened."
"We tried everything at home, my wife rubbing in all the ointments as advised, but my neck got no better." "Till
he tried Fynnon's as a last resort," Alderman Taylor's cheerful better-half chipped in as she poured Out tea, in their cosy fiat.
"In three weeks I noticed the change. That was four years ago. Now look at me." He moved his neck from side to side joyfully. This good man who can't break the habit of a lifetime, getting up with the first light of day, has the warmth of the sun in his own personality. A true disciple of Leicester's civic motto. Solver eadem. Always the same ...
But how can anyone be the same, at work or at home, if he is suffering from any kind of physical drawback, due to some form of rheumatism ? For Alder man Sydney Taylor, the answer is contained in one word. Fynnon. An.1 when I asked him, who had for so long been in the thick of industrial consultations, what was his solution to the present national crisis, he answered, "Less selfishness." On all sides, he meant.
I listened to him with respect. On both counts. Wouldn't you
FYN NON SALT