Judge — September 22, 1928 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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} | | JUDGE Here's a pip about the Auto Show nothing to do with uutomobiles. begonia family?” inquired a “curious” person. s that plant belong to the “y s, I’m taking care of it while they're at Palm Beach,” was Mr. Gravyboat’s calm rejoinder. As St. Peter said to the angel Gabriel, “I’m in Heaven when I see you smile.” “No, Officer, you're entirely mistaken — I haven't a thing! If flasks keep on growing The Spread of Specialization The maple in the back yard hadn't been looking just right for some weeks. The poor old tree seemed bent and frail, unable to hstand the brisk autumn gales. “You'd better talk to a doctor,” suggested my wife. “I'm greatly worried.” So I stepped into the car and drove downtown to the Medical Arts Building to see Dr. Trimmer, who enjoyed an excellent reputa- tion locally. “Doctor,” I said, “the old maple in back of the house doesn’t seem just right to ‘ “Sorry,” he answered, “I spe- cialize solely in diseases of pop- lars and cims, Why don't. you visit Dr. Jennings?” “I can do nothing for you,” said Dr. Jennings when I’ con fronted him a few moments later “Maples are out of my line. might try Kellogg thought, he only handles oaks. 1 tell you what you do. Sce Aber- nathy. He's still, an old-fash- ioned general practitioner.” “Now if the patient were a wil- low or a cypress,” remarked Dr. Abernathy when I had outlined the case, “I could do something for you, but I never treat maples Sorry.” Dr. Giddings healed hemlocks. Dr. Baker ministered to beeches. Dr. Pearson limited his practice to pines. I was getting desperate. Minutes had merged into hours. The suffering patient needed im- mediate relief. My wife met me as I sadly mounted the steps. ‘Stylish spe: cialists!" I bitterly murmured “Too high-falutin’ to attend a poor sick maple!” “But the patient is healed!" she joyously said. “I had it taken care of while you were away. Our maple is healed. more kinks in the trunk, no more gnarled limbs, no more ugly knotholes. Our dear tree is straight, stalwart and erect. I’m so happy.” “Wonderful!” I) exclaimed. “Who did it “Dr. Kelly,” she said Kelly, the famous ostreco} “Dr. ath 1°" —Artuvr L. Lippmann comicbooks.com