A famous jockey was taken suddenly ill, and the trainer advised him to
visit a doctor in the town.
"He'll put you right in a jiffy," he said.
The same evening he found Benjamin lying curled up in the stables,
kicking his legs about in agony.
"Hello, Benny! Haven't you been to the doctor?"
"Yes."
"Well, didn't he do you any good?"
"I didn't go in. When I got to his house there was a brass plate on his
door--'Dr. Kurem. Ten to one'--I wasn't going to monkey with a long shot
like that!"