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Douglas Mahnke, in 'Bright Glowed My Hills' writes:
Shortly after the Civil War ended, Doctor Anderson came to the village of Kirbyville to live. "Doc" Anderson, as he was affectionately called, married a local girl, Addie Snapp, and settled down to practice among the hill people. Doc was a veteran of the Lost Cause; having served as an army surgeon in the Confederate forces. He was a Southern born gentleman. Although he was living and practicing in a small country village, the doctor always dressed meticulously every day of the week.
One summer morning, the doctor, wearing his dark suit with string tie, white shirt and panama hat and carrying his cane, walked to his little office on the north side of the town. As he approached the general store, a crowd of loafers on the big front porch sat watching him intently. The contrast in his dress and demeanor to that of the other men of the town and surrounding community was astonishing.
They began teasing the good doctor. "Well, Doc, whar you goin' to preach?" "By the way, is thar a weddin' some place?"; and "Look, fellers, the old doc is dressed fittin' to kill."
The doctor ignored the jibes as he walked but finally taking his fill he stopped abruptly and faced his tormentors. Head high and shoulders back, his entire five feet six inches frame an erect and proud personification of indignation, he shook his cane at the loafers. He shouted "It is a damn poor town that can't afford at least one gentleman."
The old doctor turned on his heel and walked serenely on while the crowd on the porch sat in stunned silence as the implication of the retort sank into their minds.
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Douglas Mahnke, in 'Bright Glowed My Hills' writes:
Shortly after the Civil War ended, Doctor Anderson came to the village of Kirbyville to live. "Doc" Anderson, as he was affectionately called, married a local girl, Addie Snapp, and settled down to practice among the hill people. Doc was a veteran of the Lost Cause; having served as an army surgeon in the Confederate forces. He was a Southern born gentleman. Although he was living and practicing in a small country village, the doctor always dressed meticulously every day of the week.
One summer morning, the doctor, wearing his dark suit with string tie, white shirt and panama hat and carrying his cane, walked to his little office on the north side of the town. As he approached the general store, a crowd of loafers on the big front porch sat watching him intently. The contrast in his dress and demeanor to that of the other men of the town and surrounding community was astonishing.
They began teasing the good doctor. "Well, Doc, whar you goin' to preach?" "By the way, is thar a weddin' some place?"; and "Look, fellers, the old doc is dressed fittin' to kill."
The doctor ignored the jibes as he walked but finally taking his fill he stopped abruptly and faced his tormentors. Head high and shoulders back, his entire five feet six inches frame an erect and proud personification of indignation, he shook his cane at the loafers. He shouted "It is a damn poor town that can't afford at least one gentleman."
The old doctor turned on his heel and walked serenely on while the crowd on the porch sat in stunned silence as the implication of the retort sank into their minds.
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Nick name provided by FG user # 48272081.
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Douglas Mahnke, in 'Bright Glowed My Hills' writes:
Shortly after the Civil War ended, Doctor Anderson came to the village of Kirbyville to live. "Doc" Anderson, as he was affectionately called, married a local girl, Addie Snapp, and settled down to practice among the hill people. Doc was a veteran of the Lost Cause; having served as an army surgeon in the Confederate forces. He was a Southern born gentleman. Although he was living and practicing in a small country village, the doctor always dressed meticulously every day of the week.
One summer morning, the doctor, wearing his dark suit with string tie, white shirt and panama hat and carrying his cane, walked to his little office on the north side of the town. As he approached the general store, a crowd of loafers on the big front porch sat watching him intently. The contrast in his dress and demeanor to that of the other men of the town and surrounding community was astonishing.
They began teasing the good doctor. "Well, Doc, whar you goin' to preach?" "By the way, is thar a weddin' some place?"; and "Look, fellers, the old doc is dressed fittin' to kill."
The doctor ignored the jibes as he walked but finally taking his fill he stopped abruptly and faced his tormentors. Head high and shoulders back, his entire five feet six inches frame an erect and proud personification of indignation, he shook his cane at the loafers. He shouted "It is a damn poor town that can't afford at least one gentleman."
The old doctor turned on his heel and walked serenely on while the crowd on the porch sat in stunned silence as the implication of the retort sank into their minds.
Contributor: FG user # (48272081) •
Nick name provided by FG user # 48272081.
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Douglas Mahnke, in 'Bright Glowed My Hills' writes:
Shortly after the Civil War ended, Doctor Anderson came to the village of Kirbyville to live. "Doc" Anderson, as he was affectionately called, married a local girl, Addie Snapp, and settled down to practice among the hill people. Doc was a veteran of the Lost Cause; having served as an army surgeon in the Confederate forces. He was a Southern born gentleman. Although he was living and practicing in a small country village, the doctor always dressed meticulously every day of the week.
One summer morning, the doctor, wearing his dark suit with string tie, white shirt and panama hat and carrying his cane, walked to his little office on the north side of the town. As he approached the general store, a crowd of loafers on the big front porch sat watching him intently. The contrast in his dress and demeanor to that of the other men of the town and surrounding community was astonishing.
They began teasing the good doctor. "Well, Doc, whar you goin' to preach?" "By the way, is thar a weddin' some place?"; and "Look, fellers, the old doc is dressed fittin' to kill."
The doctor ignored the jibes as he walked but finally taking his fill he stopped abruptly and faced his tormentors. Head high and shoulders back, his entire five feet six inches frame an erect and proud personification of indignation, he shook his cane at the loafers. He shouted "It is a damn poor town that can't afford at least one gentleman."
The old doctor turned on his heel and walked serenely on while the crowd on the porch sat in stunned silence as the implication of the retort sank into their minds.
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