Judge — January 3, 1931 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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headache was still a pain in the head. and a fellow could tell in a rough sort of way what a doctor was talking about. Not satisfied with this, the doctors took all the remaining ro mance out of sickness by introducing such names as Potts’ Disease, Bright's Disease, Hodgkins’ Disease, ete. Who could really enjoy a dise: for some unknown physiei: But this latest suggestion of dis- ease numbers is simply going too far, Now a doctor can't win his M.D. un til he's taken a course in’ higher mathematics; and a patient who doesn’t understand long division and cube root won't know what he’s being operated on for. © named n? It's not only unpleasant; it’s posi tively dangerous. stretched out on an oj and the consulting physi a hudd off a stri y you are ating table 1s go into The head doctor rattles x of numbers; and, like not, the other doctors (especially if they are young doctors just out of colle will think they are football s and try a quick-opening play ov maybe attempt « forward pass with your appendix. the mo I think about it, the ore Tam against the whole idea. I Gppose it ir y. And if I had a two-cent stamp and the address of the National Conference on Nomen clature of Diseases, I'd write and tell them plainly that, personally, Ud much prefer to die of jake-leg than Gb 23. big way. —Stancey Firzcenary Srarvina Survivon—IVell, what i, JUDGE we are on one of the Sandwich Islands, you don’t have to keep reminding me of it, do you? 15 ee seer Lucky Strike “Qovnvovan” Sas looked up from the shirt that he was washing in the creck as he heard his old partner let out a whoop of joy. Many Ie years Sam and his pard had been look ing for the elusive pocket of gold that they firmly believed was in the hills and would some day put them on Easy Street. Sourdough,” shouted his pard as he came toward Sam with great leaps and bounds, “I've done it!¥ “You—you mean——’ “Uh huh. IT knew I'd do it some time, and this morning I did it. Hip! Hip! Hurra nd he danced around the bewildered s “T can’t’ believe it,” murmured Sourdough. “It just isn’t possible. Let me see the gold.” jd?" “Yes. Isn't that what you did? Find gold.” H—I! no! IT won a game of soli- C. M. Axprews comicbooks.com