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Anonymous said..."Old" Dr. Sartorious never wrote prescriptions for a pharmacy to fill. No matter what your problem he would examine you then shuffle up the stairs to the third floor in his building and rummage around for a few minutes. He would always return with a half pint bottle of red liquid. He would then hand-write the same instructions, "take three tablespoons in a wine glass of water", then lick the label and affix to the bottle. His bill was always $10.
One day Jimmy Daugherty encountered Doc outside of George Reid's soda parlor and said, "Doc, my left ear has been hurting all week. Do you think it could be serious?"
Doc said, "Probably not" and walked back across Market Street to his office.
Three days later Jimmy got a bill from Doc Sartorious for $10 for "consultation".
Anonymous said...When I had a paper route for the Salisbury Times (as it was called then), Dr. Sartorius’ office was one of my stops. On my Saturday morning weekly collection run, I would go into his inner office for him to pay me. His desk was piled high with papers, unopened mail, and medical magazines (the free ones sent to physicians, sponsored by the drug companies).
By far, my favorite memory of him was the day I watched him get out of his parking place in front of his office. You may recall he had a Cadillac sporting numerous dents. He drove into the car in front of him, moving it forward a bit, and then backed into the car behind him, moving that one back a bit. Then he had room to pull out.
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"Old" Dr. Sartorious never wrote prescriptions for a pharmacy to fill. No matter what your problem he would examine you then shuffle up the stairs to the third floor in his building and rummage around for a few minutes. He would always return with a half pint bottle of red liquid. He would then hand-write the same instructions, "take three tablespoons in a wine glass of water", then lick the label and affix to the bottle. His bill was always $10.
One day Jimmy Daugherty encountered Doc outside of George Reid's soda parlor and said, "Doc, my left ear has been hurting all week. Do you think it could be serious?"
Doc said, "Probably not" and walked back across Market Street to his office.
Three days later Jimmy got a bill from Doc Sartorious for $10 for "consultation".
When I had a paper route for the Salisbury Times (as it was called then), Dr. Sartorius’ office was one of my stops. On my Saturday morning weekly collection run, I would go into his inner office for him to pay me. His desk was piled high with papers, unopened mail, and medical magazines (the free ones sent to physicians, sponsored by the drug companies). problem.
By far, my favorite memory of him was the day I watched him get out of his parking place in front of his office. You may recall he had a Cadillac sporting numerous dents. He drove into the car in front of him, moving it forward a bit, and then backed into the car behind him, moving that one back a bit. Then he had room to pull out.
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