FEMALE DOCTORS.

Temuka Leader, Issue 923, 28 February 1882, Page 3

FEMALE DOCTORS.

This ia what the ’Frisco News Letter has to say on female doctors; —“Of course these female doctors are all young and good looking, and if one of them cume into a sick room where a man was in bed, and he had chills and was as cold as a wedge, and she were to sit up close to the side of the bed and take hold of his hand, his pulse would nm up to a hundred and fifty, and she would prescribe for a fever when he had chilblains. Oh, you can’t fool us on female doctors ! A man who has been sick and had female doctors, knows just how much he would like to have a female doctor come tripping in, and throw her fur-lined cloak over a chair, take off her hat and gloves and throw them on a lounge and come up to the bed with a pair of marine blue eyes with a twinkle in the corner, and look him in the wild changeable eyes, and ask him to run out Lis tongue. Suppose he knew his tongue was coated so it looked like a yellow Turkish towel, do you sup. pose he would want to run out over five or six inches of the lower part of it, and let the female doctor put lyrr finger on it to see how funny it wp 1 Not much He would put that tongue into his cheek, and wouldn’t let her see it for twentyceuts admission.

Now, suppose a man has heart disease and a female doctor should want to listen to the beating of his heart The would lay her left ear on his breast, so her eyes and rosebud mouth would be looking right into his face, and her wavy hair would be scattered all around theie, getting tangled in the buttons of his night shirt. Don’t you suppose his heart would get into about twenty extra beats to the minute 1 You bet ! And she would smile —we bet tea dollars she would smile —and show her pearly teeth* and the ripe lips would vbe working as though she were counting the beats, and he would think she was trying to whisper to him, and . Well, what would

he be doing all tins time ? If he was not dead yet, which would be a wonder, his left hand would brush the hair away from her temple, and kind of stay there to keep the hair away, and his right hand would get sort of nervous and move round to the back of her head, and when she had counted the beats a few minutes, he would draw the head up to him and kiss her once for luck, if he was as bilious as a Jersey Swamp angel, and have her charge it in the bill And then a reaction would set in, and he would be as weak as a cat, and she would have to fan him and rub him until he got over being nervous, and then make out his prescription after he got to sleep. No ! ail of a man’s symptoms change when a female doctor is practising on him, and she would kill him dead.