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Show A Warning to Lorenz. Dear Doctor Lorenz, arm yourself and sheath your magic knife, And straightway get a bodyguard to help preserve your life. Our gendarmes here are massing with their -warrants of arrest, And a local surgeon passing on your right to make a test. You must not butt into practice and cut up without with-out the mon, For you'll irritate the patience of one Union Worthington. He says there are physicians in these big United States. As capable as you are; that's the way he estimates. esti-mates. And the ones he has in mind are not so very, very far, But his modesty will not permit his telling who they are. So Doctor Lorenz, don't cut into things without the mon, Because you'll spoil the patience of the Union Worthington. He says you have no license, and he says you advertise; ad-vertise; You are trapped and lost forever by this emissary emis-sary wise, So hasten back to Austria before the cry of "Fake" Shall gush from out the thorax of the surgeon of Salt Lake. So Lorenz, never save a life unless you get the mon, Because you'll spoil the patience of dear Doctor Worthington. T. G. |