In the Wild West a dentist needed no licensehis whole stock-in-trade was a pair of pliers and a drummer boy to drown out the yells extracted with the teeth.
In Manhattan last week, Patrolman Joseph Gardner took into custody a modern exemplar of this excruciating old breed. Officer Gardner got his evidence by spending an evening with one eye glued to a crack in the window shade of Peter Gorgak's barbershop on Third Avenue. Through this peephole he could see in the barbershop mirror an incongruous sight: Mr. Gorgak sitting in his own barber chair having his teeth drilled and dentaled up...