[Illustration: "_The old-fashioned gentleman, who first of all pulled
out a watch as big as a warming-pan._"]
The owning of a hospital is not a very lively proceeding, but I cannot
help giving a few of my reminiscences in connection with doctors. I
can go back to the real old-style of doctor; not the present-day smart
young gentleman with the radium light in his pocket, but the
old-fashioned gentleman who first of all pulled out a watch as big as
a warming-pan, and who felt the pulse and asked the patient to put
out his tongue, and ended up by saying "Haw!" That meant a tremendous
lot, for he did not tell any more.
I well remember a medical friend of mine saying once that he lived in
a land flowing with rhubarb, magnesia, and black draughts. That was
the way we were treated as children, and which possibly enabled us to
live a long life.
_Opening of a Hospital at Abertysswg,
October 3rd, 1910._