Chicago School of Medicine and Surgery - Medicos Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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LITERATURE Ulibe itlilultiplping 5-Blehits One little doctor Looks you thru and thru, Can't diagnose your case Then there are two. Two little doctors Failing to agree, Call a consultation Then there are three. Three little doctors Poke you o'er and o'er, Send for a specialist Then there are four. Four little doctors Wonder you're alive, Another brings a stomach pump Then there are five Five little doctors Trying fancy tricks Order in an alienist Then there are six. Six little doctors Preparing for your heaven In comes an O. D. Then there are seven. Seven little doctors Decide to opera te, Call in a surgeon Then there are eight. Eight little doctors Think its in your spine Ask for a neurologist Then there are nine. Nine little doctors All of them are men Send for hlary Walker Then there are ten. Ten little doctors Standing by your bed ' Come to a decision Find that you are dead. 1 W. R. C. Page 190

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