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Vat 59. May 18-June 1, 1959

Medicine

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Medicine

The Freudian-Jung analysis theory was seriously challenged when Kittsburg's eminent psychiatrist, Dr. Sigmunde Heideschrinker, met last week, amateur, Dave Brown. A quick psych left the poor Doctor prostrate and Dave quickly took stock of situation and assumed the mantle of psychoanalysis. After noting his Susie-fixation to the pretty, raven haired nurse, Brown was all set to doctor the P.M. during his weekly appointment

Mister Wonderful
Why this feeling that you show
When I greet you with a hullo,
What's this strange display of effrontery
Mister Wonderful that's me.

Why this trembling when I speak
Do you fear the mumblings of an antique
You must listen to my own melody
Mister Wonderful that's me.

And why insist that I twist your arm
You must remember I mean no harm.
Oh! there's much more I could say
But the words keep slipping away
And I'm left with only catastrophe
Mister Wonderful that's me.

One more thing that I plea
Mister Wonderful, Mister Wonderful, Mister Wonderful
I love me.

handed out home brewed diagnosis and sent off Wal with Expresso Cascarra, because he "wouldn't have time to sleep." Machinators, P.T.Y., K. and Vesta, hot on the trail of Dave Brown, arrived to arrest him, mistake unconscious, Dr. Heideschrinker for jail candidate, cart him off and leave Dave in command of situation. Parents arrived, relieved to find son safe and sound decided to return to Sticksville.

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Home Town

Want to wander round your back streets
Down those old State Housing shack streets
I'd like to drop in on those corny country cousins of mine.

Home Town
How we love to smell ensilage
Permeating through the village
We love to think about the fragrance of the pigs and the swine.

There's an old Maori gent
Who's wife's happy event
Cast it's shadow before
If you've got a dozen picaninnies what's one more

Home Town
Where the plumbing's elementary
Both the workers and the gentry
Have got to pay respects to nature 'neath a ti-tree or pine.

—Say—remember old Charlie the nightman
—Yeah—there was a man who really threw himself into his work.
—Remember he used to drive a humdunger
—A humdinger?
—Yeah a nightcart with bells on.

Home Town
It's a dinkum sleepy hollow
But the kids soon learn to swallow
They can even knock a whisky back before they are nine.

Home Town
Our intellect you may disparage
But it's due to intermarriage
Thank goodness I'm not like those stupid second cousins of mine.

I'd like to take one more stroll
Down by the old swimming hole
You really need self control
When you go in altogether and the weather is fine.

Home Town
Had no respect for law and order
Aunt is living with a boarder
Good grief I lost count of all those cousins by the dozens of mine.