A fellow has the cramp-colic and is tied up in a double
bow-knot. By and by an old, dignified doctor comes in with a can
of mustard in one hand, and a dissertation on mustard in the
other. He walks up to the bed, and says, “My friend, be quiet
about an hour and a half, and let me read you a dissertation on
mustard; this mustard grew in the State of Connecticut; it was
planted about the first of June and cultivated like potatoes,
and vegetables of a like character.”
About that time another paroxysm hit the fellow, and he said,
“Good Lord, doctor; I don’t care how it grew or where; spread
some on a rag and put it on me.”--“Popular Lectures of Sam P.
Jones.”
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See KNOWING AND DOING.