Democratic Sentinel, Volume 13, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 March 1889 — Extraordinary License. [ARTICLE]

Extraordinary License.

"It seems to me.* remarked one of our citizens the other day, “that physicians are allowed extraordinary license in the manner in which they juggle with the welfare patients." “Now. here is Dr. , who was attending Mr. up to the time of his death, and if he treated him for one thing he treated him for a dozen different disorders. First the doctor said pneumonia was the trouble; then it was consumption. Then the patient was dosed for heart trouble, and so on. until just before he died it was ascertained that disease of the kidneys was the real trouble, and that which had been at first treated as pneumonia, consumption, heart disease, etc., were but the symptoms of kidney disease. then it was too late. “This is only one case in a hundred, and lam beginning to lose faith in the doctors altogether. In fact. I haven’t hid any need for their services since I began to keep Warner’s Safe Cure in my house, a little over three years ago. Whenever I feel a little out of sorts I take a few doses of it, confident that the source of all disease is in the kidneys, which I know Warner’s Safe Cure, will keep in good order, and will eradicate any disease that may be lurking there. Had Mr. followed a similar course, I have no doubt he would be alive to-day; but. of course, all people don’t think alike. “One thing is certain, however, and that is the doctors are allowed a little too much freedom in the way they have of pretending to know that which they really know nothing about If they don’t know what is the real trouble with the patient, they should admit it and not go on and experiment at the cost of the patient’s life.” Bildad—Why don’t you buy a typewriter, Ormsby? Ormsby—My wife doesn’t understand type-writing, and if she did a fellow doesn’t care to have his wife around his office all the time. Bildad—Your wife wouldn’t have to run it. You could hire a girl for a small salary. Ormsby—As I said before, I don’t want my wife around the office all the time. One of Mrs. Malaprop’s daughters, a beautiful girl, had been sitting to a sculptor, and some one asked the lady what was being done. “Oh,” she replied, “my daughter is having a bust made of her hand.”