A SURGICAL JOB.
The village blacksmith entered the surgery looking rather white ana shaky Ive injured my hand rather badly, sir," he explained to the doctor. The doctor examined _ the hand and looked grave. _ ho said, to the surgery boy go upstairs and grille me down that Phial off the able." With indignation the blacksmith leapt to his feet.- "File!" he yelled. "No, you don't. If this hand has got to come offiisyouMl. use a knife or an axel"
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Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 154, 27 December 1924, Page 17
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79A SURGICAL JOB. Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 154, 27 December 1924, Page 17
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