The funny side of physic : or, The mysteries of medicine, presenting the humorous and serious sides of medical practice An exposé of medical humbugs, quacks, and charlatans in all ages and all countries . e-way, a very tall man,in a long white frock, reaching to his knees, sleeves rolledto his elbows, a slouched hat set back on his head, his facepainted or bedaubed with some white substance, and hiseyes gleaming upon me most intensely ! There he stood, looking almost fiercely upon me, whilehe held the door-knob with his left hand, and grasped withhis risbt a loni* carving-knife, which was thr
The funny side of physic : or, The mysteries of medicine, presenting the humorous and serious sides of medical practice An exposé of medical humbugs, quacks, and charlatans in all ages and all countries . e-way, a very tall man,in a long white frock, reaching to his knees, sleeves rolledto his elbows, a slouched hat set back on his head, his facepainted or bedaubed with some white substance, and hiseyes gleaming upon me most intensely ! There he stood, looking almost fiercely upon me, whilehe held the door-knob with his left hand, and grasped withhis risbt a loni* carving-knife, which was thrust through hisbelt. Are you the doctor? he shouted with excitement. I am the doctor, I replied, calmly awaiting my fate. He instantly stepped inside the room, when close behindhim was revealed the form of a very short man, who held aKossuth hat in one hand, while with a handkerchief in theother, he stanched the blood that had evidently been flow-ing pretty freely from his head. This man has cut himself very bad on the head; big WOUNDED. 375 iron wheel come down on him : can you fix him up? askedthe first. This accounted for his excited manner. But howabout the bedaubed face and the hu<re knife?. A MORNING CALLER. I examined the wound, only through the scalp, less thanthree inches in length ; and washing away the surplus clot-ted blood, I clipped off the hair, and soon secured the edgesof the gaping wound by taking a stitch or two through thescalp. While so doing, the young man rolled his eyes up to histall companion, — who had explained that they were cooks at23 376 BIDDY EXCITED. Youngs Hotel, and that the spit wheel and shaft used forturning meat had fallen eight feet, by which the assistant hadbarely escaped being killed, — and with a commendable showof thought for his employers interest, rather than his owncomfort or safety, he anxiously exclaimed,— Jim, do you think that gentlemans order, what I hadin the spit, is overdone yet? An Irish Scene. A young Irish girl
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