Doctor Metal Prints

Doctor To Pig

I Can Cure Your Back Problem

Is There A Doctor Of Literature In The House?

I'm Going To France - I'm A Different Person

Way Too General Practitioner

Then Don't Do That

Doctor To Patient Who Appears To Be A Blob

Forget

A Doctor Sitting On A Stool And Writing On A Pad

I See, And Have You Tried Worrying About It?

A Patient Sleeps In A Hospital Room

A Doctor Shows A Tambourine Monkey Toy

Healthy Enough For Bacon

Spork

A Man Looks Inside A Patient's Ear

This might sting a little

He's One Tough Cookie. I've Never Seen Anyone

A Doctor Writes The Word Sick On A Blackboard

Well, As We Thought, It's Something Gross

Next, An Example Of The Very Same Procedure When

Phil, Could I Speak To You For A Moment, Not

Yee-ouch! That's Gotta Hurt

When Will He Be Able To Sit Up And Take Criticism?

Edna's Doctor Fantasy

It's Fine To Discover Cures

You'll Feel A Pinch And Then A Burn

I'm Sorry, But So Far Medical Science Hasn't Come

Does This Make Me Your Bitch?

A Doctor In A Hospital Addresses His Patient

A Doctor Shows An X-ray To His Patient Who

Forty Minutes At Three Hundred And Fifty Degrees

New Yorker June 17th, 1950

I'm Used To Having A Pussycat Doctor

The Knee and Upper Shin Guy

There Has Been A Sharp Increase

We've Done What We Can. Now It's All

I'm Afraid That Novel In You Will Have To Come

Katia, I Know That With The Right Combination

A Doctor Walks Into His Office To See A Patient

Time of Death

A Caveman Is Seen Lying In A Hospital Bed #1

A Centaur Reclines On A Couch. His Psychiatrist

Annals Of Medicine

You Have Irritable-spouse Syndrome

You Don't Know How Lucky You Are! A Quarter

Basically, There's Nothing Wrong With You That

Ugh we get it

A Doctor Talks To An Old Man With A Gut

Is There A History Of Recession In Your Family?

Doctor Teflon & Mister Velcro

Why Henry Whipple

Just Mail Us A Death Certificate

Are You Sure You're Not Confusing

If It Were Painful

The Presidency? By All Means

Isn't That Cute? He's Reading His Diplomas Again

You Have Many More Proxy Fights Left In You

I Told Him To Lay Off The High-?bre Diet

Mint!

No More Pipe

Pshaw! I Grabbed The Wrong Bag

The Exact Same Questions

The Way To A Man's Heart

New Yorker July 31st, 1943

Please Stand Aside

It Seems The Patient Wishes To Exercise His Right

A, Q, J, M, Z, O, R, W, P, I, N, B, C, L, E, X

Doctor, This Man Has A Letter From His Personal

Don't You Think

New Yorker July 15th, 1933

My Victim Wants An Aspirin

Frankly, I Don't Know What To Prescribe