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Show Nothing Doing. MacTavish was not a mean man. No, he just knew the value of money. When he developed a sore throat he meditated fearfully upon the expenditure expen-diture of a doctor's fee. As an alternative alter-native he hung about for a day and a half outside the local doctor's surgery. Finally he managed to catch the great man. "I say, doctor! Hoo's beezness wl ye the noo?" "Oh, feyr, feyr!" "Spose ye've a deal o' prescribin' tae dae fer colds an' sair throats?" "Ay 1" "An' what dae ye gln'rally gie for a sair throat?" "Naethin," replied the canny old doctor, doc-tor, "I dinna' want a sair throat." New York Sun. |