A doctor's table talk / by James Gregory Mumford.

  • James Gregory Mumford
Date:
1912
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Credit: A doctor's table talk / by James Gregory Mumford. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    The region is inhabited. For miles on either side stand rows of wooden houses,— “villa apart- ments,’’ they are called, — garish, ornate, tall, shapeless, with countless piazzas and balconies, cupolas, bow-windows, and unnamed bizarre pro- jections; of many colors: pink houses, green houses, purple houses, yellow houses; houses of strange design, striped and starred and squared. People live therein. Late on a summer’s afternoon, as you drive past, you will see weary fat men, in shirt-sleeves, rocking on the balconies, smoking cigars, and gazing solemnly at the tin cans below. Stout, black-haired women rock with them, and pursue a ceaseless knitting. Listless, unhealthy children throng the gutters, or whine unnoticed from open windows. It is a dreary company; but it swarms with in- crease, and doctors are in demand. Into the midst of these people young Myers made his way, and among them he settled to the practice of his art. He was right, and I was wrong. That settling of his took place ten years ago, and now he rules the region with a kindly sway. He lives in a great pink house, which he owns. He is happily married and a busy father. He has learned to sit inarticu-
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