Judge, 1912-04-13 · page 5 of 24
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This page satirizes the medical profession through poems mocking doctors' incompetence and greed. "The Doctor's Side of It" ridicules physicians for causing harm while remaining too busy to care about consequences. "All Killers" sarcastically notes hereditary medical incompetence—suggesting doctors pass down fatal mistakes generationally. The central cartoon "The Wise Nurse" shows a doctor and nurse attending a patient, illustrating the contrast between medical professionals' supposed expertise and actual results. "I Would I Were a Doctor" explicitly mocks doctors' financial success despite poor outcomes, mentioning illegible prescriptions and patient overcharging. The illustration of bottles labeled "HEALTH," "SICKNESS," "JOY," and "WORK" visualizes how doctors supposedly treat all conditions identically. The satire targets early 20th-century medical practice's limited effectiveness and physicians' mercenary attitudes.
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FATHER The Doctor's Side of It. By CHARLES H. MACKINTOSH AUGH, if you like, at the doctor's mistakes— And [ reckon we all make a few!— He's giving the universe more than he takes, Which is more than the most of us do! Feather your arrows with humorous chaff And tip them with satire and bile, But don’t ask your target to join in the laugh- He’s entirely too busy to smile! For General Practitioner, of Health, Is fighting the terrors you fear, While you are discussing his “‘ill- gotten wealth."’ (Most likely, a thousand a year!) He's you giving you strength, And it’s easy to laugh Army saving sickness and when you're strong; But one of your terrors may get you at length And alter the pitch of your song! Then you will remember the jests you have made And scorn his assistance, no doubt; Or will you entreat him to fly to your aid With the skill you have jest about? Doctor Nurse mirror just after she awoke. TIME’S Good Reason Therefor. Husband—*l know a man who has been married a good many years and he very evening at home. I suppose you will admit that spends Wig it’s love?"’ Husband—"'Can’t; it’s paralysis."" All Killers. Hewitt—‘‘He is a doctor, as were his father and grandfather before him."* Jewett—'*The homicidal mani to run in the family.’" THE WISE NURSE. And how 's the patient this morning ?"” ** Much better, doctor. ‘She asked for her hand MIXTURES I Would | Were a Doctor. ‘By S. B. RISER. 4 I'd like to be a doctor and with the doc- tors stand, A wise look on my visage, a pill box in my hand. I'd learn the people’s secrets, their foibles I should know; Fair women would adore me, because I soothed them so, I'd write out my prescriptions in spat- tered scrawls and breaks, So that no man could read them in case I made mistakes. I'd charge my patients double for being called at night, And raise a set of whiskers as quickly as I might. I'd joke with pretty nurses, make children cease to fret, Break speed laws when I wished to, and be the ladies’ pet. And, best of all, no matter how poor my skill should be, How seldom satisfying, I'd still collect my fee. With Leaden Heels. Gink-**Your son is pursuing his studies at college, isn’t he?’’ Dink—"I guess so. He's al- ways behind.’’ comicbooks.com