“So much the better. Well, then, did you cure her?”
“No.”
“Then I am sorry I can’t give you the money. If you wish to bring suit for it—I can’t prevent you.”
The doctor took good care not to go to law about it.
Dr. Schweninger as a Statue
A porter once took a friend from the country to show him around Munich, and among other places of interest they went to the University. The countryman wanted to know what the figures on the front of the building meant. The porter, to hide his ignorance, mentioned several great men of the time. Arrived at a scantily clad Greek philosopher, he says unblushingly: “That is Dr. Schweninger!”
“Oh, Bismarck’s family doctor! But why hasn’t he a coat on?”
“Well, you know, Seppel, since he cured the Chancellor, the people just fight over him, so it is no wonder he hasn’t a coat left.”
An Uncertain Bargain
At the clinic of the University of Kiel, appeared some time ago, a stalwart countryman about forty years of age, who asked Professor N. to buy his skeleton. “But, my good man,” said he, looking him all over, “I am afraid we should have to wait a long time to come into possession of our own. What do you want the money for?”