WELL DOCTORED.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XVIII, Issue XXIV, 12 June 1897, Page 758

WELL DOCTORED.

‘ And who is your doctor, my dear ?’ says the aucien aunt.

• Well,’ says the modern young lady, ‘my real doctor is Dr. Jones, but when I have a baby he employs Dr. A , and when my back was bad he got Dr. B to see me, and when I wanted some glasses he sent me to Dr. C , and when I had an abscess he had someone in from Harley-street—l never beard his name ; and theu there was a nerve man from Cavendish Square when the baby had fits, and for my teeth I generally go to Dr. D , but Dr. E pulled Johnny’s tooth because Dr. Jones thought he did extraction better ; then, you know, there is the man who cuts my corns, and, of course, there is the massage woman. I really do not know all these people. One's doctor can always find someone to do these sort of things, and Dr. Jones is very clever, and always employs nice people.’ And such threatens to be the end of specialism—fallen by being sub-divided.