Punch or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, October 21, 1914

Chapter 1

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_Scene:_ _The house of_ Judge Hallers. _Also of_ Mr. ARTHUR BOURCHIER; _that is to say, The Garrick._

_Doctor Ferrier_ (_professionally_). Now tell me the symptoms. Where do you feel the pain?

_Judge Hallers._ At the back of the head. I've never been myself since I fell off my bicycle. My memory goes.

_Ferrier._ Ah, I know what you want. Open your mouth. (_Inserts thermometer._) This will cure you ... Good heavens, he's swallowed it!

_Hallers._ There you are, that's what I mean. I thought it was asparagus for the moment. Haven't you another one on you?

_Ferrier._ Tut, tut, this is very singular. (_Makes another effort to grapple with it._) What books have you been reading lately?

_Hallers._ One about Dual Personality. It's all rubbish.

_Ferrier_ (_quoting from the programme with an air of profound knowledge_). Cases showing prevalence of this mental disorder are to be found everywhere. (_Gets up._) Well, well, I will come round to-morrow with another thermometer. Good night. [_Exit._

_Hallers._ Dual personality--nonsense! (_A spasm seizes him. He scowls at the audience, ties a muffler round his neck and loses his identity._) Gr-r-r-r! Waugh-waugh! Gr-r-r-r-r! Przemysl! [_Exit growling._