The producers news. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1918-1937, 1930-05-02

able disease and if the boys in
quired about the nature of his
malady he could tell them the
truth without blushing. There
was no more sympathy for a per-
son with a venereal disease than
for one afflicted with toothache.
And it did not help matters to ex-
plain that it was congenital. Ev-
erybody was trying his best to
hide some particular weakness
from his acquaintance. Everybody
was trying to hang something on
everybody else. 1t was a hard,
cruel, unfeeling world.
While Carmody was meditating
on the general cussedness of life
and on the extreme rarity of any
kind of virtue, a lady walked out
of DR.. O'Toole's private office, de-
posted ten-dollar bill on the sad
faced lady's desk and left.
"Dr. O'Toole is now disengaged,
Mr.. Carmody," said the attendant
"This way please"
DIR. O'Toole was naunohine 10
mato when Carmody entered his
office.
"How are you, Mr.. CarmOdy ?
Just having a little lunch. Great
food. Always carry a bag of then
when making my rounds. Take
seat here, please"
DIR. O'Toole was a machine-guI
conversationalist.
"This fellow looks more in neeC
of treatment than l do" tho
Johnny, as he took in the physi
clans cadaverous visage. "He ma.
be healthy but he has the face O.
/. a superannuated revivalist. 4
graveyard deserter!'
! DIR. O'Toole seemed to ignore hi
2 patients presence for while. H
e played with index cards and look
ed preoccupied. Suddenly he wheel
ed around in his chair, drew Car
n mody towards him and began:
e "Now, Mr.. Carmody, how do yo
feel? What do you think tn
d matter is?"
e First, l feel rotten and secon
g I'll be damned if / know. In fac
S there was never anything niue
the matter with me, that l mo'
S of, until | read this leaflet @
n yours last night after going t
d bed, but since then / feel as if
n little army of devils were sticl
, ing pins all over my body. Some
n times | think | have diabetes an
If then | experience a burning SCI
m sation in my arms, next | have
et sharp pain in the region of Il
at heart and l believe / am strickC
S. with heart disease. Again l fei
to my lungs are gone and ] imagil
t. l am going to have a hemorrhag
But what | am most afraid of
: syphilis. | don't see how t
devil / could have it but accordil
to your leaflet nobody is immu
from the scourge."
DIR. O'Toole did not speak f
few moments but his face w
full of expression. Perhaps
was calculating how much mon
Carmody could be separated frC
or he may be making up his mi
what disease to hand him. SyI
ills! That was what the pate
dreaded most and curing him wor
be a simple matter since in
probability he was as free from
z as the chair he was sitting on.
- DIR. O'Toole seemed to be on
= verge of tears. Carmody sens
"a bad news. Then the doctors f;
VI frightened and he crooned:
at was quite fortunate that
n leaflet fell into your hands. J
are seriously i'll Mr.. Carmody.
whites of your eyes tell the sto
Now, a conservative practltlol
would plug his ears with a stet
scope, thump your chest, take
tiy mary and blood tests and t
re- load you up with enough pills
YER ruin the inside of a steam bollt
Tou The doctor continued: First
the all we must correctly diago
of your trouble. We do not use
The hit or miss-mostly miss--sysl
hen of the drug peddling medical
,;..r ternity. We use a scientific mi
''s 3D."
- Johnny cooked his ears. he
''s a friend of science or what v
by the title.
DIR. O'Toole suddenly JabDoed
a sterilized needle into the tip
. Carmody's index finger. he SOU
vi ed a little blood on to piece
paper, folded the paper neatly
cf~'s placed it in an envelope.
"This feet will tell the tale,