ONE WHO PRACTISED.
A little girl was sent in a huriy for the doctor the other day, when she reached the steps of the physician s house she found there a doctor off divinity, the pastor of the church which she attended.
“Well, my little girl,” said the minister, who recognised the child, “what’s the matter? Nothing serious, I hope.”
“I don’t know,” said the girl. “Only we can’t find my tennis ball anywhere, and we think, perhaps, the baby has swallowed it.” “Dear me!” exclaimed the reverend gentleman, much arrusecl. “And so you want the doctor. \\ ell, I’m a doctor. Won’t I do?” The little girl eyed him for a moment in tf brown study, as though the idea was ncw„and might be good. “No,” she said, at last, shaking her head with derision. “We want a doctor that practises, not one that preaches.”
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Franklin Times, Volume 9, Issue 705, 7 February 1922, Page 6
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145ONE WHO PRACTISED. Franklin Times, Volume 9, Issue 705, 7 February 1922, Page 6
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