The Washington herald., 1921-02-13

but his whiskers and feet. He was
making internal noises that would
have had everybody in San Fran
cisco hiking for the parks. A young
man was standing by the bed hold
ing cup of water.
Doc says the mayor, I'm awful
sick. I'm about to die. Can't you
do nothing for me-
Mr.. Mayor says l, I'm not a
regular preordained disciple OF S. Q.
Lapius. l never took a course in
a medical college, says l. I've Just
come as fellow man to see il
could be OF assistance
I'm deeply obliged says he.
Doc Waugh-hoo this is my nephew.
Mr. Biddle. He has tried to alleviate
my distress, but without success.
Oh. Lordy! Ow-ow-ow, he sings
out.
'I mods at Mr.. BiddIe and sets
down by the bed and feels the may
or's pulse. Let me see your liver
your tongue. l mean says I. Then
turns up the lids of his eyes and
looks close at the pupils of EN-.
How long have you been sick .
! l asked.
~ was taken down-ow-ouCh
last night says the mayor. Gimme
| something for it. doc, won't you?'
Mr.. Fiddle says I. raise the
window shade bit, will you?'
"'Biddle, says the young man.
DO you feel like you could eat some
ham and eggs, Uncle James,
Mr.. Mayor. says l, after laying
my ear to his right shoulder blade
and listening. you've got a bad at
tack of super-inflammation of the
right elavicle of the harpsichord"
Good Lord" says he, with a
groan. Can't you rub something on
| it, or set it or anythinE%
Il picks up my hat and starts for
| the door.
You amt going. docT says the
mayor with howl. You amt going
away and leave me to die with this
-superfluity of the \clapboards, are
you?
Common humanity, DR.. Whoa
ha,' says Mr.. Biddle, ought to pre-
vent your deserting a fellow-human
| in Distress
"Dr. Waugh-hoo, when you get
through plowing,' says I. And then
| l walks back to the bed and throws
back my long hair
Mr.. Mayor says I, there is only
one hope for you. Drugs will dc
you no, good. But there is another
power higher yet. although drugs
are high enough says l.
| And what it that? says he.
Scientific demonstration says
! l. The triumph of mind over sarsa-
parilla The belief that there is nc
pain and sickness except what is
produced when we amt feeling well
Declare yourself in arrears. Demon
! strate.'
what is this paraphernalia you
ispeak Of, doc?' says the mayor. You
amt a Socialist, are you?'
- am speaking says l, of the
great doctrine of psychic finanCier'
ing-of the enlightened school OF
long defiance, subconscientiou!
treatment of fallacies and menin'
gitis-of that wonderful indoor
sport known as personal magnetism.
"'Can you work it, doc% asks thu
mayor.
I'm one of the Sole Sanhedrims
and Ostensible Hooplas Of the 1nner
Pulpit says l. The lame talk anc
the blind rubber whenever I make
pass at 'em. am a medium, I
coloratura hypnotist and a spiritu
Gus control. II was only through
me at the recent seances at AMI
Arbor that the late president of tn
Vinegar Bitters Company could re
visit the earth to communicate will
his sister Jane. You see me ped
ding medicine on the streets say
I, to the poor. don't practice per
sonal magnetism, on them. do no
drag it in the dust says I,s'becaus
they haven't got the dust
"'Will you treat my caseT ask
the mayor.
Listen says 1. I've had a goo
deal OF trouble with medical socie
ties everywhere I've been. I don
practice medicine. But, to save you
life, I'll give you the psychic treat