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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 12, 1917, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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A Trip to the Dentist's
This is a cheerful little tale
pleasant subject and everything
like writing something funny about
.a crutch. Now, let's see. Yep, it's that
big log in the back up in the gallery.
v Feels like some little fiendish demon
F Every time the nerve quiets down he
punctures it with a red-hot sharp
OUCH! OOIE! You try to soothe
it with water. YOW! To'o cold! Have
to take it a little warmer.
Ah, that quiets it fof a few sec
onds! Now it starts again.. -More
That's the way you spend the night
a mouthful of water every 10 sec
onds. If morning will only hurry up
so you can hotfoot to tne dentist's.
At breakfast your whole fac& is
sore. Have to take your coffee in an
eye dropper. Finally you arrive at
the dentist's. You slide into the wait
ing room.
' A couple of customers look up
from the latest 1903 magazines'den-
tists always have on baud. You sit
around awhile and 9tnay the den
tist's diploma, examine all the-faces
or the photos of dental graduates,
then finally pick up a woman's mag
azine, CbnKMM number for 1901
The two ctMhpms bpe been treat
ed. It's yow turn now.
The dentist greets you with a big
gnn and a "Good morning," while he
unhooks asolid rock drill from the
infernal drilling machine. You start
to tell him what an awful time you're
having with that bum tooth. He's
heard the same thing thousands of
times before. It ain't news to him
and he says, "All right, we'll see what
we can do for it."
You sit in the chair. "Now, which
one is it?" You try to answer while
he has the mirror in your throat,
"Iks thla buack un."
He knocks it with a nut pick. 0 w !
Down comes the drill
JBrwKwawfe. Whew! Ow! Ooo Oh! ,
Now he washes it with water.
Yow! Too cold! Sticks some cotton
In it, then puts a few drops of knock-em-dead
smelling medicine on it.
That's all for the first treatment.
By the way, he examines all your
other tusks, finds eight cavities, one
to yank out and two to be crowned.
Fine stuff!
"Now let's see, when can you come
again? Wednesday afternoon, 4:30?
Fine. Out you go, a little better
but kinda sore yet and your mouth
smelling like a hospital
Oh, boy!
other. PAf
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