In the hospital at Amsterdam a sailor was to have his leg amputated. The professor—I mean Tilanus—took it off for him. The man calmly smoked his pipe, clenched his teeth now and then, but kept the upper hand of the pain.
Professor T. admired his spirit, and spoke in praise of it while he was putting on the bandages.
Suddenly the courageous patient gave a yell. The Professor had pricked him with a pin.
“How! you calling out like this? You, who just now——”
“That’s true; but look here, Professor, the pin was not in the bargain!”
The sailor was right.
Professor Z. was a friend of Apothecary Y.’s. He invited him to tea one day by means of a note, which got lost.
The note was picked up by a man who knew the signature, and deciphered the rest. He read it as a prescription for convulsions in cattle.