Fussy Frau Albert Einstein manages her fuzzy-crowned husband much as a hen does a bewildered chick. Worrying lately about his health, she wished to have him examined, was able to only by a trick: she got a doctor to show Dr. Einstein a sphygmomanometer. Inquisitive, he fiddled with it to see how it worked, had his blood pressure counted before he knew it. Examination showed Dr. Einstein no more unhealthy than the average sedentary person. But last fortnight, aboard the S. S. Westernland en route to the U. S., he felt unwell,...
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