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hundred dollars loaned out in small sums in this 

 manner. He seemed to feel quite proud over his 

 financial engineering ability and although I was 

 practically a stranger to him he did not hesitate 

 to explain his scheme to me. Every dollar he 

 could squeeze out of his veterinary practice he 

 loaned out on this plan. 



If he had been proportionately as successful in 

 the veterinary end as he was in his money loaning 

 scheme he would have had J. P. Morgan backed 

 off the board in a few years' time. 



Still another of these quacks I met was a real 

 estate agent on the side, and another put in his 

 spare time as an insurance solicitor. 



One quack I met was the king of quackdom; 

 he was not only a quack veterinarian, he was 

 also a quack druggist and a quack spectacle 

 fitter. 



One little "sawed-off " quack I bumped into on 

 this trip made a side-line of supplying the wives 

 of his clients with a "female regulator." He put it 

 up in eight-ounce bottles selling for $1.00 and 

 confided to me that his profit per bottle was 

 around ninety-two cents. 



One quack I met below the Texas line on this 

 trip was a professional gambler! He pursued 

 the veterinary game only when luck was against 

 him and then just long enough to get a stake to 

 begin to gamble on again. 



In that day and time a remark that I once 

 heard a veterinarian make fitted Oklahoma to a 

 T : "Every darn fool that can't claim knowledge 

 of anything else claims to know all about sick 

 horses." 



