Life — December 1, 1904 — page 60: what you’re looking at

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-LIF-E- When Sir Conan Doyle Was Just a Doctor A’ American lady asked Conan Doyle one d: y why he had given up practice of medicine, says the Philadelphia Bulletin. He said the work was too hard and to prove it he went on to tell of his first cas “My first case came to me in the middle of the night. It was January, and a cold rain was falling. The jangle of the door bel! awoke me from a sound sleep, and, shivering and yawning, I put my head out of the win- dow and said, ‘Who's there?’ “*Doctor,’ said a Peter Smith's house at once?’ “‘What's the trouble?’ I asked. mith’s youngest girl took a dose of lauda- num in mistake for paragoric, and we're afraid she'll die.’ All right, I'll come,’ said I. “I tramped three miles through the cold and rain to Smith's. Twice on the way I fell on the icy pavement, and once my hat blew off, and in the darkness I was nearly half an hour finding it. “Finally, though, I reached Smith’s, But the house was dark—shutters all closed—not a light. I rang the bell. No answer. “But at last a head stuck itself gingerly out of a third-story window. Be you Dr, Doyle?’ it said, Yes,’ said I. ‘Let me in.” “Oh, no need to come_in, doctor,’ said_the head. ‘The child’s all right now. ‘Sleeping very quiet.’ voice, ‘can you come to “But how much laudanum did you give it?’ said I, “Only two drops, doctor—not enough to hurt a cat. I guess I'd better take my head in now. The night air is cold. Good-night Sorry to have troubled you.’ “I buttoned my coat and turned homeward, trying as best I could to stifle my mortification anger. But suddenly the window was raised again, and the same voice cried: “‘Doctor! I say, doctor!” and I thought the child had ‘Well, “T hurried back. suddenly taken a turn for the worse. what do you want?’ I said. “The voice made answer: “*Ye won't charge nothin’ for this visit, will REPRESE ATIVE DRESSER, of Brad- ford, well supplies. Since he has been in_poli- tics he has allowed his son to manage some parts of his business. A week or two ago he went up home to look over the factory, and while he was in his office a man from one of the oil districts asked to see him. “What is it, Jim Representative Dresser asked. “Why, Mr. Dresser.” the visitor replied “Lam ina heap of trouble. I owe six hundred dollars and it is keeping me up nights worry- ing how I can pay it. I haven't got the money.” is a large manufacturer of oil, ly dear Jim,” Dresser replied. “I don't see why that should disturb you. Let the other fellow do the worrying. I have found that the best plan.” “Is that a good plan?” “Best in the world. Whom do you owe the money to?” “To your son; I bought some stuff of him.” —Detroit Journal. N Columbia, S. C., Senator Tillman is not so popular as he is in other parts of the State, says the New York Times. Recently a young Columbian entered the outer office of the city’s leading dentist. Coming out to meet his patient the dentist whispered excitedly: “Whom do you s'pdse I’ve got inside here? Old one-eyed Ben Tillman! And if [ don't make him squeal nobody can, I won't do a thing to him—oh, my!” And the dentist sur- geon brandished his forceps gleefully and_re- turned to the pleasure of torturing the Sena- tor. Next day the same young man came again. “Well, did you succeed in making Tillman yell?” he asked. The dentist shook his head sadly. “No,” he replied in a disappointed tone. “I couldn’t make him flinch. He didn’t make a sound, and d’ye know, when he got out of the chair he turned to me with a smile and said: “*Say, doctor, I didn’t know before that you ran a painless dental shop.’ ” The holiday spirit for all seasons A Club Cocktail cheereth the good friend — maketh the host'glad and the host- ess carefree and assur- eth the whole company Merry Xmas. NEW XORK Club Cocktails —alone are worthy to begin the They're blended and aged to a de- feast. exquisitely licious aroma. Just strain and Manhattan, through cracked ic serve. Martini, etc. roprietors LONDON comicbooks.com