Rensselaer Republican, Volume 16, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 October 1883 — Sore Throat. [ARTICLE]

Sore Throat.

“Mrs. Woodruff, is this you?” asked the court of a female about 40 years old who came out with her parasol raised above her head. “Yes, your Honor, this is me, I’m sorry to say. This is the last time that a doctor will ever fool me into gargling whisky to cure a sore throat.” “You had a sore throat?” “A bad one, sir. It has been two weeks since I have eaten solid food.” “And as you gargled and gurgled some of the whisky slipped down and produced intoxication?” “Exactly, sir.” “Mrs. Woodruff, my recipe for sore throat is thirty days in the workhouse, and I never knew it to fail of a cure. This is your first appearance here, and I shall let you go.” “Thanks, sir. I shall leave for Toledo to-day.” “And you’d better stick to that town. Sore throat is such a familiar ailment down there that everybody is expected to gargle. ” — Detroit Free Press.