Judge — August 15, 1931 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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Let Me Tell You went down to see Doc Lorder about some blotches on my skin. “"Lo, Doe,” I said. “Blotches on my skin, and .. “Have you scen a dentist?” Doe in- terrupted. “Why, no, not for blotches.” “You go right up and Dr. Al- den. He's a club member, you know, and will fix you up right.” “LT know,” I said. “And I hope he doesn’t yank tecth the way he plays a mashic-niblick.” “Good-bye,” said Doe Lorder. So I went up to the Republic Build- ing to Doe Alden. “ "Lo, Doe,” I said. “Blotches on...” “Open your mouth wider, please,” said Doe Alden. “Ahha, Just as I thought—two cavities.” He filled them and the next day I went to see Doce Lorder again. “Doe,” I said, “blotches...” “The best thing.” Doe Lorder was saying, “in cases like this is to see Dr. Haskins. You know him, don’t you?” And I went down to the Metropoli- tan Building to sce Doe Haskins, a member of my foursome. “Doe,” I blotch...” Take down your pants,” command ed Doe Haskins. Down they went. “Is this scar an appendectomy ?" “T don't know, Doc, but I've had one appendicitis operation.” “Then this is a hernia, Report at St. Luke’s Hospital tomorrow morning at cight o'clock.” After I had recovered from my op- eration I still looked low, so I went to see Doe Lorder. “Blot... I said. “You can't talk!" sa'd Doe Lorder. “It must be your throat. You bet run over to Dr. Lewis, immediatels Then I went to see Doe Lewis, club tennis champ. “Blo . I said. “Humph! I think your tonsils have grown back,” Doc Lewis said. “But we'll have an X-ray, to make sure.” The X-ray doc was Simmons. A good guy. After my tons’ back to Doc Lorder. “About those blotches on my skin,” I said. “I'd like to know about them.” “Oh, those.” Doe Lorder laughed. “Nothing to worry about, old man. The lake water at the club was infect- ed a few months ago—all you need is some ointment. The lake's all right for swimming again now.” Last night I went out to the club for the first time in ages. I craved a poker game, but my table was full. There were Docs Lorder, Alden, Has- kins, Lewis, Simmons, and in my plzce was the anesthetic specialist whom I had met. The rats! —Davin S. Lenman “Oswald! Come right back here this minute!” The Tazicab Driver Enjoys a Day at Coney Island. 24 comicbooks.com