There once lived an old doctor who had a rich patient; so he decided to take a vacation. While away he left his practice to his son. After he had spent all of his money he returned and said to his son, “How’s business?”
 The son said, “Dad, I’ve done wonderful since you’ve been away; you know that rich old guy you couldn’t cure for ten years? Well, I cured him.”
 So his dad said, “What! You don’t mean my live corpse, do you?”
 “Yes, dad, I cured the live corpse.”
The Original Benefactor  “Oooh!” said the old doctor, “my son, my son! When you cured my live corpse we lost our meal ticket.”
 Now, I am going to tell you about another old doctor who didn’t allow anybody to lose his live corpse for him. He hung onto it himself, and he intends to hang onto it as long as he lives. Then he doesn’t care a rap what happens to it.
 That is Old Doctor Financier.
 Old Doc FINANCIER has the largest and the juiciest and the sweetest live corpse that this world has ever known and he intends to hold onto it.
 Old Doc Financier is out to keep everybody sick, not get them well. If his son ever got the people well, old Doc Financier would lose his meal ticket, and that would drive