A PAINFUL REVENGE.

New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Volume XVII, Issue 1055, 26 May 1910, Page 23

A PAINFUL REVENGE.

It was one of the stories told at the banquet of the Central Dentists’ association, and the best one- Most of the toothpullers had been called upon. They had told stories of experiences with patients that caused reminiscent smiles to hover over the faces of the other diners. “One of the funniest patients I ever had,” declared he, “was a man who came into my Broad Street office some weeks ago. He was just from the farm. His boots were muddy and his

“ ‘I want this blame tooth pulled,’, he said, pointing to his swollen jaw. “He sat in the chair. I got my forceps and he opened his mouth. I was trying to locate the tooth, when his jaws closed so suddenly I thought he would bite my finger. “ ‘Say, doc,’ he said, ’pull it a littlebit, then twist it. Worry the darn thing, worry it. It’s been worrying me for the last week, and I want to get even.’ ” —Newark Star.

“My good friend,” said the temperance advocate, “do you really suppose that that pint of vile beer, which is a deadly poison, will quench your thirst?” “I ’ope not, sir,” reptlied the drayman, earnestly; “I ’ope not.”