Advice to Doctors — 575
Have you heard of the Bowery boy who, being cut short in a hard life by a sore disease which quickly brought him to death’s door, was informed by his physician that medicine could do nothing for him. “What’s my chances, doctor?”—“Not worth speaking of.” “One in twenty?”—“Oh, no.” “In thirty?”—“No.” “Fifty?”—“I think not.” “A hundred?”—“Well, perhaps there may be one in a hundred.” “I say, then, doctor,” pulling him close down, and whispering with feeble earnestness in his ear, “jest go in like all thunder on that one chance.” The doctor “went in,” and the patient recovered.