Article May 18, 1899 Issue

Miscellany

Mr. Hufkins of Indiana Avenue came home one night last week with a big book under his arm.

"There, I reckon there'll be an end of doctor's bills in this family after this," he said. "When the Hufkinses get sick after this we'll do the only sensible thing—diagnose the disease ourselves, take some simple remedy, and save five hundred dollars a year in useless doctors' bills."

After dinner Mr. Hufkins spent two hours in reading about rheumatism, gout, consumption, whooping cough, and insanity. The next morning he got up with a crick in his back.

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