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Buttahatchee River. At the last moment they swerved their car away from some cliffs next to the river and the sheriff went plunging in. It didn’t kill him but broke a few bones.
A judge was trying a man named Joshua for violating prohibition by making moonshine: Judge: “Wasn’t the biblical Joshua the prophet that made the sun stand still?”
Joshua: “Maybe Judge, but I’m the still owner that made the moon shine.”
There was no conversion moment in my choice of medicine. I suppose my interest came from Dr. Burleson whose son was a good friend of mine. Occasionally the doctor would take the two of us on house calls. He had a little one- room office adjacent to his house where he kept a lot of drugs, tools and instruments. Though I knew little about it, it was always exciting for me to look in there and see what was going on.
“What did you operate on that man for?” asked a medical student of a promi- nent physician.
“Two hundred dollars,” answered the surgeon. “I mean, what did he have?”