Identifier: funnysideofphysi01unse (find matches)
Title: The funny side of physic : or, The mysteries of medicine, presenting the humorous and serious sides of medical practice. An exposé of medical humbugs, quacks, and charlatans in all ages and all countries
Year: 1874 (1870s)
Authors: Crabtre, A. D.(Addison Darre)
Subjects: Medicine Medicine Quacks and quackery Quackery
Publisher: Hartford, The J. B. Burr publishing co.
Contributing Library: Yale University, Cushing/Whitney Medical Library
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penniless into thehighway. Dr. Saffron took the -wounded arm, looked at Job, andsaid, — Is this your doings? Job looked, Yes, but spoke not. Bleeding ! repeated the doctor, fiercely ; I call it cap-ital carving. Then turning to the wagoner, he said, Andyou found Sir Scipio lying in the road? Ay, sir : rolled up like a hedge pig, replied the wagoner. Job wiped his razor, and slipped silently away. 706 JOB FALLS AMONG THIEVB-S. Scene 2. — Job, half starved and half dead from the fa-tigues of his long walk, finds-his way into an old womanshut, which unfortunately is the rendezvous of three high-waymen. Moll, the stool, said one of the men. The stool ordered was thrown towards Job, who sank re-signedly upon it. Whats oclock? asked Bats, one of the robbers. Job leaped from the stool in amazement, clapped his handto his waistcoat pocket, and drew forth a splendid goldwatch, the late property of Sir Scipio. Job had merely bor-rowed it to time the pulse of the apoplectic knight, and for-
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A BORROWED WATCH. got to return it. The eyes of the highwayman were fixedlceringly upon the chronometer. They gave no heed to theembarrassment of the possessor. I say, friend, time must be worth something to you toscore it by such a watch. BOW HE WAS TREATED. 707 It isnt mine* cried Job, the perspiration starting fromevery pore of his body. U,i. ha, ha ! laughed the three at this unnecessary in-formation. A mistake ; I got it in the oddest way. Ha, ha, ha ! again roared his hearers in chorus. O Lord ! I shall be hanged for this, cried Job. In course you will, said Mortlake, comfortingly. Job now hastily felt inhis other pockets to see if he un-wittingly possessed any other property not his own, when hepulled out a large handkerchief well saturated with SirScipios blood. Mortlake gave an expressive cluck. Bats uttered a low,accusing whistle. What! he was game — was he ? Well, it is all over now ;tell us how it happened, and what you did with the body,said the third. In vain Job persi

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