Daily British Whig (1850), 12 Dec 1925, p. 18

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THE MATTER WITH ME P| FEEL SICK ALL OVER - I'M GITTIN' DIZZY! INPWELL GIT ME A DOCTOR + OON'T CARE WHAT KIND - DECEMBER 12th, 1925. THEY MUST HAVE A BUM FIRE DEPARTMENT IN THID TOWN - THAT THING, WHAT EVER IT 1S, HAS BEEN BURNIN EU BEEN HERE: | LEFT WORD FOR, | | HIM TO CALL WHEN HE GETS HOME ~ IN THE MEANTIME LL JUMP IN A TAYE AND FIND ANOTHER DOCTOR ~ AND DR,.POST | CALLING! \ Bringing DONT STAND THERE - CANT YOU SEE '™M SUFFERIN'? GIT A DOCTOR! HE (DON'T IN? WELL - GO AN' CIT A DOCTOR, - CAN'T OL SEE '™ OXI? DR. WILLEM AND, DR. CAVOTT ER DINCE I'VE ILLRON NEXT DOOR AND GET DOCTOR KILLEM - YOU DO LOOK PALE! OVER AD. DO00MN AS HE LETS HOME "I'LL. &O TELL EM ALL TO WAIT "I'LL BE RIGHT DOWN 4 ll + cosas |] lad vee TLL BE A FOR GOODNESS DAKE: DALGHTER - GIT ME A DOCTOR = YOUR | MOTHER HAD DEEN OUT FER HALF AN HOLR LOOWIN' FER ONE. = ILL PHONE FOR DOCTOR POST TO COME RIGHT OVER - BY GOLLY: THIS 1g STRANGE. - | FEEL. ALL. RIGHT ALIN IN FACT-| DON'T REMEMBER EVER FEELIN BETTER - MAGGIE © THE DOCTORS ALL CALLED AN' | NEVER FELT RETYER MENTALLY ~ BHYSICALLW

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