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WORD FROM THE BARTENDERS' LEGION

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number of sheriff-dodging, melancholy and sad-eyed members in this country.

Of a membership of one million, only 2.5 per cent. have been reported as purchasing Fords in which to haul washings which are done by wives who use modern electric washing machines.

Approximately 20 per cent. have become salesmen. Their efforts, here, run largely to accessories for automobiles to vacuum sweepers; only about 1 per cent. of this number, who are salesmen, showing decided abilities as blue sky stock handlers.

Some 7.5 per cent, have been unable to withstand the lure of the lifted wet rag and, as a consequence, these men, who are among the melancholy members, are conducting soft drink emporiums, ice cream parlors and small lunch counters.

A total of 2 per cent. entered the manufacture of metal polish but report a slump in demand, except from leaders of country bands which are now having open season and want their horns to shine.

Men to the number of 12 per cent. have accepted vaudeville offers for acts in which they illustrate old-time methods of mixing alcoholic drinks, now obsolete, and they are drawing large crowds and having much success in long-time contracts.

Cuba has called to her shores 50 per cent. of the membership and they report wonderful salaries and much crowding.

The remaining 6 per cent. fail to answer letters. It is believed they are in the mountains of Kentucky, where it is presumed they are enjoying a season of hunting and fishing, among other pursuits, in seclusion.

The Bartenders' Legion contemplates no drive on Congress for a bonus, we are reliably informed, although they served faithfully during the war, always doing their best to prevent the men in uniform from buying drinks. EDWIN G. KYTE, M. D.

Indianapolis, Indiana.

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THE SPINAL COLUMN

FOR THE DOCTOR'S IDLE MOMENTS. The question of how best to occupy the spare time of the growing child has been given much thought and attention by psychologists and educators, but who has ever given a thought to the poor doctor's idle moments? Nobody. Therefore it behooves us to fill this aching void and to present from time to time, or oftener, suggestions for the harmless diversion of the hard-working medical Scattered throughout the doctor's busy day are periods of enforced idleness, which can be made productive by constructive play. Let us, therefore, commence to behoove.

man.

SUGGESTION No. 1.

Materials needed: One Hammer, One sharp and sturdy Tack, some Solder, and a Fast Car.

Directions for Making: To the center of the business end of the hammer, solidly solder the sturdy tack.

SUGGESTION No. 3.

While waiting for your patient to dress, or undress, as the case may be, try making the time pass quickly and profitably by shooting crap with your nurse.

SUGGESTION No. 4.

Having examined the patient, the consultant and the family doctor retire to the parlor, presumably to discuss the Case, decency requiring from five to twenty-five minutes' parley, depending upon the size of the fee. This usually boring period may be pleasantly bridged by tastefully changing the design of the wallpaper, here and there, with a fountain pen.

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Mode d'Emploi: Sitting gracefully in the seat of your car on your tour of calls, you can obtain much innocent amusement and diversion by grasping our little toy in the right hand and smartly tapping the tires of passing automobiles. The game can also be played on foot, but may call for fast foot-work on occasion.

SUGGESTION No. 2.

After scrubbing up thoroughly, and while waiting for the anaesthetist to get your patient under, you may fill in the time by going downstairs and greasing your car. NOTE. Himmelhell (Ber. deut. woch. geb. stat. weis. ach. ya. Sept. 1919) claims that most lubricating greases are occasionally not always sometimes sterile.

"A Thing of Beauty is a Goy Forever."

ALAS! HOW TRUE!

I shot a cigarette into the air,
It fell to earth, I cared not where,
Till an awning blazed with a vivid flare-
And I got a whopping bill for repair.

BRIGHT SAYINGS OF GROWN-UPS. "No, I didn't get my glasses from a doctor; I went to an optimist." CYRIL BARNERT, M. D.

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We were thinking of the awe and admiration that accrues to the doctor from some quarters because he has gradually accustomed himself to the sight of flowing blood without the exhibition of a degree of squeamishness.

And sometimes it is put to us with a pretense of regret, by some sweet young miss, "Oh, you doctors are so callous; you watch people die without the least emotion."

Now, to anyone who has had the disadvantage of being assisted, at any minor operation in the office, by a friend or relative of the injured person, to anyone who recalls the terror at the sight of death exhibited by lay people in general, it becomes clear enough that something else besides a temperament must aid the physican in warding off all disturbances of the sympathetic system at such times.

Perhaps, had your fair friend seen you on the occasion of your first visit to the dissecting room, she would not be so emphatic in her expressions at this time.

Perhaps, had she seen you retreat from the operating room, pale and nauseated, at the first impact of the hammer upon the chisel that afternoon years ago, she would

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There are putty noses stuck on loosely, absent chins and cauliflower ears readily to be noted.

There are pitiful countenances, evil ones and some that are grotesque among a sprinkling of attractive ones. When we get home, we usually approach the mirror rather fearfully and anxiously.

We invariably end by wondering why some wellintentioned enthusiasts expect so much in a spiritual way from a race so handicapped physically.

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VERY interesting,

and evidently authentic, item appears in the newspapers as this is written.

A man was sentenced in Michigan to life imprisonment for wife mur

der under the following circumstances: His wife suffered with multiple sclerosis and was helpless.

She had once attempted suicide but had failed.

On the present occasion, she asked her husband to mix some paris green with water and to leave it at her bedside.

This, he confesses, he did.

In an appeal, the attorney for the defendant argued that since suicide was not a crime in Michigan, there had been no crime committed and therefore there could not be an accessory to a crime.

The Supreme Court replied to this, by citing authorities to the effect that: "He who kills another at his own desire or command is a murderer as much as if he had done it of his own hand."

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