The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 12, Issue 11 (February 1, 1938)
The slightly deaf old sportsman, feeling run down, consulted the doctor, who after examination prescribed carrot and plenty of it.
“How shall I take it?” “Anyway you like it, and as much as you like.”
A month later the patient returned in bursting health.
“Capital,” said the doctor, “carry on with the carrot.”
“The what?—Carrot? Carrot, good heavens! I thought you said claret. I've been drinking three bottles a day for the last four weeks.”
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