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April 1966

In the Iron Temple.

Arch Intern Med. 1966;117(4):590. doi:10.1001/archinte.1966.03870100118025

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This is another one of Carroll Coleman's elegantly made books containing elegantly made poems and verses by Myron Broomell, who combines a caustic commentary and very cheerful view of Homo sapiens. For instance,

If a rabbit were running forty miles per hour, And his front end arrived at its destination One second before his hind end, The rabbit would be fifty-eight feet eight inches long.

Or perhaps you would like simply to read the title: "On Being Too Busy to Attend one's Twenty-Fifth Class Reunion."

I need not refrain from quoting one of his most devastating commentaries and critiques of the man of science and the man of skin or a symposia of diseases.

Graduate of such schools as man Establishes who nobly can, And versed in science, which is not Averse to blowing cold and hot, The learned doctor dressed in starch, Mincing and pasty-faced and arch, Will peer

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