A TOWN A DAY IN OKLAHOMA 79 



horns," with fire in his eye, and I bet "old Doc" 

 got some information he didn't want. 



In the same town, while I was at the depot 

 waiting for the train, another farmer told me 

 about a cow this same "old Doc" treated for him. 

 The cow died, after "old Doc" had "worked on 

 her" all day, from "Blue Fever" he said. The 

 farmer described the case to me in detail, and if 

 ever a description was given of a typical case of 

 parturient paresis he gave it. 



In one town I visited in Oklahoma near the 

 Texas line I met an old quack who wanted to buy 

 my diploma. He said that he had all the knowl- 

 edge he or any horse doctor would ever require; 

 all he wanted now was a diploma. I asked him 

 how much he would be willing to pay for one. 

 "Oh," he says, "I wouldn't mind spending five 

 dollars on a thing like that." 



I told him he could probably buy two or three 

 good ones for five dollars from some colleges I 

 knew and I gave him the names of a college for 

 tonsorial artists and a college of elocution. I 

 don't know how it ended. 



An item of interest on this trip was the variety 

 of peculiar "hangouts" some of the practitioners 

 had. 



In one town on inquiring the whereabouts of 

 the local veterinarian I was referred to a second- 

 hand store. There I found the honorable "Doc" 

 dealing in second-hand furniture and stoves 

 between calls. He had no sign displayed which 

 would attract attention to his "curing" ability, 

 other than a collection of extracted horse teeth 

 and bottles full of "bots" and other specimens. 



