No Patients Living — 191
A jolly fellow had an office next door to a doctor’s shop. One day a gentleman of the old fogey school blundered into the wrong shop. “Is the doctor in?” “Don’t live here,” said the lawyer, who was in full scribble over some old documents. “Oh! I thought this was his office?” “Next door.” “Pray, sir, can you tell me if he has many patients?” “Not living.” The old gentleman told the story in the vicinity, and the doctor threatened the lawyer with a libel suit.