The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-06-14
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DOWN WITH THE WOMEN-D0OTORS!
From the NJ Y. Tribune
There is a point where forbearance ceases
to be yirtuous We have reached il If
there be any ancient spell to lay malicious
spirit left in this work-day world, we demand
that it be brought to light and the irrepressi-
BILE woman exercised. Wherever men have
found comfortable lodgment, place, or power,
from Parliament or the wool-sack to jury
boxes in Wyoming, there this unquiet ubi-
quitous ghost thrusts up her hungry visage
nowadays to push them from their seats.
Most men have wit or courage enough to
either wrestle with this greedy adversary or
to find discretion the true valor and yield at
once. But others are weaker The last ap-
pearance of this female apparition (Which is,
we confess, but the ghostly caricature of the
weman we used to know was made in Phila-
delphia on Thursday last, in the midst of the
PENNSYLVANIA State Medical Society, there in
solemn conclave assembled. No sooner had
these grave and reverend doctors comfortably
seated themselves, according to immemorial
usage, to felicitate each other on the bless
ings of vaccination and to groan over the
successes of quack practitioners, than the
spectre appeared among them.
A certain Dr. Atlee, Saul among his
brethren. summoned her, demanding full
recognition for her as a member of the pro-
fession, and admission to all its rights and
privileges. We are not told in what ques-
tionable shape she came; whether fully CHG
noned and paniered cGp-G-p5e, or draped in
the severe trowsers of our Florence sisters;
but none the less did she strike terror and
CONSERVATION to the souls of the good doc
tors. The young and bolder members vainly
tried to rally them and persuade them at
least to parley with the enemy. They fiut-
tered together in wild confusion, like fright
ened hens, as though a hawk instead of a
dove had entered the poultry-house. Day
after has passed without restoring equa-
nimity to their dismayed spirits. Vaccina-
ton, quacks, patent medicines, all are for
gotten in this imminent peril 1t is sad,
indeed, to witness the discontinue of such
grave and ponderous dignity by so trivial
cause and to listen to their wild cries of
alarm and prophecies of disaster. Unable
to cope with the female doctor even in this
shadowy presentation, they attacked with
virulence those misguided men who
had consulted with her, demanding
that they should be thrust without the camp
''He that hath touched the unclean thing, let
him be accursed." SIN what college was she
graduated p cries one feebly. ''In what kind
of Latin does she write her prescriptions 2"
''Can you purr ?" said the hen to Andersen's
Ugly Duck. 'Can you lay eggs? Then of
what use are you in the world For these
hens always said 'We and the world, know
ing that they were half the world, and by far
the better half" One old gentleman, his hair
on end with nervousness, gives us picture
of the female doctor and the disasters that
lie in her Juggernaut progress, which is in
deed lamentable enough to make angels weep.
At one end of her road is patient dying of
cholera while awaiting her coming at the
other her household of infant babes making
Il l. l. r. Il -
said nutrime mt turning to poison in her breast
while she lodges from corner to corner gos-
siping with others of her sex. The assembly
shuddered in concert at this picture of coming
horrors.
But our alarm is more immediate. What
shall be done to restore these grave and re-
spectacle gentlemen to calm and composure?
If the mere shadow of the coming woman
rendered them thus unfit to transact needful
business when strengthened in conclave, what
will they do when left to fight singly the
usurher who would thrust them from their
buggies and VIGOROUSLY mount their saddle
bags? How can Doctors Bell and Hamilton
clear their eyes to vaccinatS Smiths child, or
write prescription in pure Latin for Mrs.
Jones' ''nerves," when this spectre in petit
coats climbs the crupper, or nails her tin
sign across the way, prophetic handwriting
dreadful upon the wall as that which said to
Belshazzar, Thy kingdom is taken from thee. "
We have not leisure to share with DIR. Bell his
alarm for the families and patients of female
doctors. They will share the fate, we sup
pose, of the women in India, or those of other
nations who for centuries were tended by
their own sex. 1t is for ourselves we tremble,
whose faith is given to the doctor himself and
his panic stricken brethren. These gentle
men carry our lives in their pill-boxes and at
the end of their lancets. Their courage and
steadiness must be restored. Perish the
whole race of women, but save the doctors |!
The masculine half of the nation must take
heart o grace at last, and march upon this
encroaching woman. She has brought CHG
mons instead of cigars into the judges bench,
and we have submitted; she has substituted
fippancy and flash for dull reason in the lee
ture-room, and we have borne it; but now
when she would lay sacrilegious hand on
the time-honored, gossiping old gentleman
who has distributed the same jokes and
jalaps to two generations, we rebel. 'Part
Pistol, part Poins, but don't part old Jack =
To the front, gentlemen! Down with the
women doctors
THE STORY OF THE INDIANS.