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JUDGE 4, 410.000 | Say The Specialist « es IS.000 o¥ “Well, if that’s all that’s bothering <M \n \T 25.000 IS you, I c’n send you to a real good ¢ NEARER THE = ™an. MARK! “Oh, he’s reasonable enough. One of the best, but there ain't nothing ex- orbitant about him. ‘Tell him you're nd of mine—that’ll help.” “Are you positive he’s good and ri liable and everything “Hell, man, he specializes in what you want done, Saw him work once. ng, thin hands like ¢ fingers, sure touch When doctors disagree. chin’ him, too. Emergency case. Badly mangled. One eye out altogether, the other marked. Looked like some fool had used a sawed-off shotgun. Well, this chap went to work, made a nice, clean in- | Prescription ] Mysterious as pyramids Egyptian / Are writings in a medico's prescrip- cision, and— . . . You'd never know tion. . 5 he'd been plugged when this guy got | ; a oan: { \2\ through.” | Behold my doctor putting this and ra \ “All right, I'll give him a try thea.” that in, { dye eee : | J You won't be sorry, fe Be And phrasing all in layman-baffling / lieve me, this bird knows taxidermy ! Latin, } —A, W. Kstour. Though oft he frowns as if the task were vexing Then there was the Scotchman who died happy. He caught double pneu- onia. Or if the formula were too perplex- mone ing, Patient—Doctor, y mine here on your Doctor—How so ve got a gold Jing table. For all I know, poor lambkin at the slaughter, “Better put it on me chest—I —— Patient—Juvar. is advertising for He's merely writing, “Sugar Pills in ain't been able to keep a thing on some issues missing from the 1894 Wate me stummick lately!” files. —Wintiast Went And yet, to save my soul from disap- pointment, I must receive a medicine, an oint- | ment, A pellet, powder, pill, a liquid lotion, A liniment, a sedative or potion. For honestly I'd suffer a conniption Were I to exit minus a prescription ! —Artuur L. Liremann Nowadays an optimist is a fellow who buys a through ticket on the Man- churian Railway. And we have just heard of the sur- xeon who had to give up golf because he was always slicing. The doctor's diagnosis: Aches marks the spot. comicbooks.com