“Oh, I shall get at the mystery,” returned the surgeon, “if it takes the whole regiment.”
The Co-laborers
Lady:—“Would you mind telling me, Doctor, how it is that you have so many patients?”
Doctor:—“That is very simple. I have three fine agents, who work for me and bring me patients, without being paid for it; they are Poverty, Intemperance, and Imagination.”
No Need of a Doctor
Doctor:—“While taking this cure, you must diet yourself strictly; avoid all fatty and acid foods; and leave beer and wine alone.”
Patient:—“Hold on, Doctor; if I must do without all that, I’ll get well without you. If you can’t help me to be well, while I eat and drink what I like, I have no use for either yourself or your science!”
Practice Makes Perfect
Doctor:—“Well, you are coughing with less exertion to-day!”
Patient:—“That’s not surprising, Doctor, since I practiced at it all night.”