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Show They Couldn't Help Htm. One of the hotel clerks tell this as happening when the olectrlc school of physicians were holding their convention conven-tion here: "There was a bright eyod old codger" bustled Into the ollico, rcglxtered from an Iowa town, nnd he at once asked mo if all tno strangers he saw there were preachers. 'Doctors,' I Informed him. He dropped his Valise, stepped to the nearest of the electrics and Inquired, 'Air you a doctor? The doctor pleaded guloy. " 'Good 1 1 Jest heard there was a hull wad o' you here.' " 'Yes, wo'ro all doctors,' as others begin to gather around.' ' W-a ll, you make quite a hord, I must say, when you're all bunched on the same range. Bui what I want tor ask is, uo you kuov u dura thing 'bout blackleg?' " 'About what?' Inquired a scholarly looking electric from Masstchuseits. ' 'Blackleg.' " 'I must confess that I do not. now does It affect the patient!' ' 'Don't affeot patients, but It's uol dinged hard on steers.' " 'Aflher much talking It simmered down to tho fuct that none of the physicians knew how to cure blackleg." " 'Mlghter knowed it, snapped the disappointed cattleman 'Got a few thoussn' o' the same kindor plugs a doctorln' oui In mv statu. The hull tarnal bunch of 'em put. together don't know ernoutth to euro one steer with tho blackleg.' "Detroit Free Press. |