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Doc and Me 
By Don H. NEWLAND 
WAS standing lazily in the doorway 
of my accessory shop, dreaming, 
when I was brought back to earth by 
the telephone on my desk. I was so 
discouraged and tired, I felt like not 
answering it but finally dragged my- 
self over to the ’phone and _ said 
“Hello,” and in answer got “Is that 
you, Ned?” I, of course, said it was 
and then “Doc” said (for it was Doc), 
“Come over at once, Ned. It’s very 
important.” So I hurried over to his 
office where Doc dishes out pills to 
people for what ails them and takes 
their money for what ails him, and sat 
down in the waiting room among a 
half dozen others. In a few moments 
Doe let out a victim and spying me 
pointed and said: “Come in,” and as 
I was walking down the hall I heard 
him telling the others that this was a 
serious case and needed his immediate 
attention. 
I sat down and Doc came in looking 
rather serious and said, “Well, I’ve got 
your prescription ready.” I said 
“Good,” thinking he had had a soften- 
ing of the heart and written one out 
for 16 oz. But Doc read my thoughts 
and said “No, what you need, Ned, is 
two weeks’ vacation in northern Min- 
nesota and we start June 14. That 
gives us two days in which to get 
ready.” 
Now, there isn’t any use arguing with 
Doc, he is a stubborn cuss. Anyway, I 
thought Doc would be prepared for any 
emergency and especially snake bites. I 
always was afraid of snakes. So I 
agreed. I could see as I was Jeaving, 
Doc felt better himself, face brighten- 
ing up and he seemed to moye around 
a little easier. Still, Doc needs a vaca- 
tion. He’s getting gray from worrying 
about how many pair of scissors he has 
left inside somebody, I guess. 
Of course, it had to rain all night the 
13th, but then if you knew Doc you 
would know we would start just the 
same and, sure enough, we set sail on 
our cruise, for such it was—rain and 
water, I’ve never seen so much. But 
finally we reached the Minnesota gravel 
and was back on land again and out 
of the water and Iowa gumbo. 
The wives were rather tired. Oh! 
yes, we had them along, so after making 
380 miles of water and some land we 
stopped at St. Cloud, Minn., a very 
tired bunch. I had hardly gotten to 
sleep when I heard the old Hudson horn 
out in front of the hotel blowing con- 
stantly, and there was Doc with the 
car all harnessed up ready to go at 4.30 


A. M. Well, we finished the trip by 
noon, arriving at Backus, and afier 
winding around over ridges through the 
pines for, it seemed, years, we finally 
came out on a clearing and there sat 
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