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ed" them. His patients were day labourers, wives of streetcar conductors and people like that. Sometimes they would shout and weep a

able to move before he "treat

that they hadn't been

ee people whom Doc had massaged with Blackhawk Liniment move arms and legs

t" him for weeks at a time. She didn't mind, because his liniment had taken a bad kink out of her right limb that had bothered her for thirty years. I used to s

f it to pay for his bed and board, and old Mrs, Willoughby would sometimes have to "trusfter Doc had massaged them, and several got up and walked arou

medicines". His stock in trade was a liniment that he had called Snake Oil when he travelled around. He changed the name to Blackhawk Liniment when he settled in Columbus. Doc didn't always sell enough o

Jersey for the funeral that I found out he had never been in the Far West in his life. He had been born in Brooklyn.
Doc Marlowe had given up the road when I knew him, but he still dealt in what he called "

named Yellow Hand in a tomahawk duel on horseback. I thought he was the
i. greatest man I had ever seen. It wasn't until he died and his son came on from New

' collection of Indian relics and six-shooters, and he used to tell me stories of his adventures in the Far West. His favourite expressions were "Hay, boy!" and "Hay,boy-gie!", which he used the way some people now use "Hot dog!" or Doggonel." He told me once that he had killed an Indian chief