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This page contains multiple brief humor pieces typical of early 20th-century American satire: **"Too Short"** and **"Sorry He Spoke"** are domestic comedy sketches mocking sermon length and marital disagreements about charity and spending. **"A Methodist Joke"** satirizes clergy who abandoned their vocations when living costs rose, retreating to dairy farming—a jab at ministers' practical compromises. **"Pigs Is Pigs"** (illustrated) shows a doctor demanding an automobile as compensation for treating a pig, mocking physicians' inflated self-importance and fee-setting. The **"Doctors"** section contains interconnected jokes about medical practice: doctors exaggerating patient numbers during epidemics, and a maid's confusion about whether identical prescriptions apply to unmarried versus married women—playing on period assumptions about women's different medical needs. **"A Realization"** concludes with Uncle Bill Bottle-top suggesting the physician became a humorist after all through absurd "liquor prescriptions"—likely referencing Prohibition-era alcohol sold as medicine, a common satirical target of the era.

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Too Short—"How did you enjoy the sermon “Too short.” “That so? [never heard anyone com- plain that a sermon was too brief before.” “Well, you see, it was this way; I'd hardly dropped asleep before the thing was over.” —Detroit Free Press. Sorry He Spoke //ub—T! said this morning, you'll remember, t the finest garment a woman can wear is the mantle of charity Wife—Yes, and judging from the fuss they make over the bills, it’s about the ¢ hushands want their pre: her only garment sor wives to wear. ~ Boston Transcript A Methodist Jo%e—Methodistsattend: ing the North Indiana M. E. conference, in Richmond, were discussing what had become of a number of the old-time ministers they had known. “When the cost of living became so of the group, “our pastor high,” said on resigned, went to live on his farm and now is in the dairy business.” “And [5 said another. “he now sells pas Indianapolis. News po: torized milk Biblical Note—\ bashful curate the voung ladies in the parish too help! At last it became so embarrassing that he le rat f Linsist on my small bill, i “—La Baionnett rom tne widow 1 long afterwar who had st “Well.” he asked on "E is know.” “Indeed? found it in London, with the “Oh, very well in “Pigs Is Pigs" Is Exodus!” safety tid the ex me by the Fetlock ceeded “how did you get * said the other “Well, what do you demand as co “Your autom 1 — Fi pensation for the pig?” de Blart r (Mun 's because we doctors know how difficult it is to get our ORS Lots of have a la s— First Doctor— Did you practice during the epi- ge fl demic? Second Docter—About a hundred gal Jons, I guess. And you? First Doctor—Oh, two or three hundred cases. —Cuartoons From the Doctor's Practice—The family had been having an epidemic of colds and sore throats. Each received the physician’s favorite prescriptions for powder and gargle. Finally the maid, a recent importation from Poland, fell ill The lady of the house, Mrs. G » tried to give her the powder and gargle, but she insisted on having the physician. And when the latter came, he prescribed as usual, “Now, you see,” said Mrs. G—, “he’s giving you exactly the same things Itook.” “T von't take dem,” responded. the maid. “Doctor, you are a sensible man I ask you, is id right a single girl shoud take de same medicine as a married voman vid children?”—Journal of the Imerican Medical Association A. Realization—"When [started out in life.” stid the physician, “I wanted to be a great humorist; but my family persuaded me to study med- icine.” “Well,” answered Uncle Bill Bottle top, soothingly, “mebbe you realized your original ambition, after all. Most of these liquor prescriptions you write are jokes.""—Washington Star.