THE ONE THING I FIND HIGHLY FASCINATING, NOT TO MENTION AMUSING, IS THE OLD-TIME, QUACK MEDICINE REMEDIES CON ARTISTS SOLD TO INNOCENT PATRONS AND PASSERSBY.
THIS IS AN EMPTY PILL BOX THAT CONTAINED DR. TRYON'S COMP. CASTOR OIL PILLS FOR "WHATEVER AILS YA!: HEADACHES, BACKACHES, POTENCY, THE MANGE, EXTRA ENERGY! WHATEVER YOUR AILMENT IS, THIS LITTLE MIRACLE WILL DO THE TRICK!"
LOL...COULDN'T YOU JUST SEE A PUDGY, LITTLE MAN IN A FANCY SUIT, STANDING ON A WOODEN STOOL IN FRONT OF HIS TRUCK.
THEN, HE INTENTIONALLY PROMISES TO CURE EVERYONE OF ANY AILMENT THEY HAVE ALL FOR THE PRICE OF TEN DOLLARS. THE INNOCENT TOWNSFOLKS PAY, AND HE MOVES ON TO CON THE NEXT TOWN.
THE ONLY THING HIS MAGIC PILLS ACCOMPLISHED IS THIS FRONT-PORCH TALK: "BACK IN 1925, A RASCALLY VARMINT TRAVELED INTO TOWN ON A SUNDAY AFTER PRAYER-MEETING IN THE DEAD OF JUNE."
