The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 12, Issue 12 (March 1, 1938.)
A Prescription
A Prescription.
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 càrrot.”
“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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