Yet the professional dodo—my apologies to the shade of the “sure enough” dodo—will not learn. He goes on and on, neglecting his accounts, mainly because he is afraid of offending his patrons and driving them off to some other doctor who isn’t so particular; and the worst of it is, there are plenty of contemptible fellows who draw their own salaries promptly when due, or present their bills for goods with frantic haste, who consider a doctor’s bill a flagrant insult. Will nothing ever inspire the doctor with courage enough to despise and ignore such contemptible trash? Does he prefer the role of a lickspittle to that of an independent and self-reliant man? As illustrations of the value the profession sets on its skill and learning, the amount of gratuitous work done is striking. Our pauper—or pauperized—patrons are divided into several classes, viz.: 1. The free hospital, clinic and dispensary class. This is on the increase. According to Dr. Frederick Holme Wiggin, 51 per cent of all cases of 14sickness in New York City are now classed medically as paupers, as against 1.5 per cent twenty years ago! This is appalling. Of these alleged paupers it is safe to say that 75 per cent are able to pay full or at least fairly good fees. Why should pauperism be shown so prominently in the matter of medical bills, as compared with other necessities of life? And why should the profession carry a burden that belongs to the public? 2. Free patients of the private class: (a) those who can pay but will not, i.e., dead beats, and swindlers; (b) persons whose circumstances are such that the doctor feels in duty bound to render no bills; (c) persons who presume upon social acquaintance with the doctor to “hold him up” for friendly, perhaps informal, consultations.