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...avoid Harley's "scoundrels," Dr. Asher advises patients to be guided by their own family doctors in seeking specialists. But, as he admits, some family doctors pick specialists for their patients on the strength of a Harley Street name plate. It all seems to prove the truth of the deathbed line attributed in 1884 to Playwright Henry James Byron (no kin to the poet): "Everything has an end, except Harley Street...
...Harley Street far outranks any temple of Aesculapius as a shrine of healing. But last week Harley Street was shocked through its whole six-block length by a rude noise: "Some of the greatest consultants in the land do work in Harley Street," declared Neurologist Richard Alan John Asher, "but so do some of the greatest scoundrels...
...Asher's blast was in the August Family Doctor, published by the British Medical Association. When London's medicos began to move to Harley Street in the 1880s (from Savile Row), each leading practitioner usually leased an entire house and lived over his consulting rooms. Today only a handful of top-drawer consultants-as the British prefer to call their specialists-can afford a whole house. (Dr. Asher himself occupies such a house in Wimpole Street, which parallels Harley in direction and character.) Result is most Harley doctors lease a suite of rooms...
...than mail drops for fee-hungry physicians who know the value of a Harley Street address. A single doorway may be almost solidly covered with as many as 40 brass name plates. Some names stand for reputable young consultants who are on the way up; far too many, says Asher, stand for phony "consultoids" and for outright charlatans and quacks...
Illinois, where Democratic State Central Committeeman John R. Asher, of downstate Paris (pop. 9,700, and 150 miles south of Chicago), announced that he was switching to Kefauver after checking sentiment in 30 downstate counties. Some excited chattering began after Minnesota's Senator Hubert Humphrey, who had staked his organization on Stevenson and had gone down to defeat in Minnesota, stopped in to see his "old friend" Kefauver. The old friend strolled out, clasped Humphrey's hand and cried: "Hello, cousin Hubert!" Burbled Humphrey: "Good to see you, brother Estes." Then they threw an arm around each other...