Life — January 9, 1902 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Reasoning. WE deemed it the part of Christians and Anglo-Saxons to reason with these benighted Boers. “It is reported in London,’ said we, accordingly, ‘“‘ that you are licked !"” “*We don’t believe we are licked!” said they, stiff- neckedly, “How absurd!’? we protested. ‘For if the report wero not true, the censor would have intercepted it!” We could see they were staggered by this, although they still affected to make light of it. “AN, MISS ELLA, ACCEPT TINS LITTLE Noszoay.”’ Life’s Anecdote Contest. Sa-Many contributions to this contest have been rejected. because they iq not comply with the condiuons, which will be found in our adver- ng pages. Ttstlould be borne in mind by contestants that anecdotes already familiar to the reading public are not desirable. ‘The more humor there ia in each anecdote the more likely it will be to have a place in this department. Numer 9. ¢¢TMHERE was a poor woman, whose son was dreadfully ill, and she wanted to get him a doctor; but somehow, instead of going for the doctor, she fell asleep, and dreamt that her son was ill, and that she was going for the doctor. She went first (in her dream) to the house of the first physician in the town, but, when she arrived, the door was crowded with a number of pale beings, who were congregating around it and calling out to thove within. So the woman asked them what they were, and they said, ‘We are the spirits of those who have been killed by the treatment of this doctor, and we are come to make him our reproaches.’ So the woman was horrified, and hurried away to the house of another doctor, but there she found even more souls than before; and at each house she went to there were more and more souls who complained of the doctors who had killed them. At last she came to the house of a very poor little doctor, who lived in a cottage ina very narrow, dirty street, and there there were only two souls lamenting. ‘Ah!’ she said, ‘this is the doctor for me; for, while the others have killed so many, this good man in all the course of his experience has only sent two souls out of the world.’ So she went in and said, “Sir, I have come to you because of your experience, because of your great and just reputation, to ask you to heal my son.’ As she talked of his great reputation the doctor looked rather surprised, and at last he said, ‘Well, madam, it is very flattering, but it is odd that you should have heard so much of me, for I have only been a doctor a week,” Ah! then you may imagine what the horror of the woman was —he had only been a doctor a week, and yet he had killed two persons! . . . So she awoke, and she did not go for a doctor at all, and her son got perfectly well.” From ‘ The Story of My Life.” By Augustus J.C. Hare. Dodd, Mead and Company, 1896. Numper 10. Long after the victories of Washington over the French and English had made his name familiar to all Europe, Dr. comicbooks.com