There was an appreciative and envious silence, and then a voice from the back of the theater, slightly thickened, spoke:
"Doc," it asked, "how much do you charge a fellow for passing you on the street?"
An insurance agent was filling out an application blank.
"Have you ever had appendicitis?" he asked.
"Well," answered the applicant, "I was operated on but I have never felt quite sure whether it was appendicitis or professional curiosity."
"Oh, doctor, I have sent for you, certainly; still, I must confess that I have not the slightest faith in modern medical science."
"Well," said the doctor, "that doesn't matter in the least. You see, a mule has no faith in the veterinary surgeon, and yet he cures him all the same."