Leeches were still in limited use in the 19th century. “My” cemetery has at least one leecher, not to mention several makers of over-the-counter cure-alls.A great many of these “remedies” did more harm than good. My favorite is a concoction said to cure mercury poisoning. Its main ingredient was—-mercury!
Back in the 20th century (and in Philadelphia, where this strip is sent),I was sent to the “chubby” shop at Edison’s on Frankford Avenue for my first bra fitting and purchase. Though everyone at Edison’s was wonderful, it was traumatic for me. Let’s just say that I was younger than Heart at the time.
I’m reminded of Arctic explorer Elisha Kent Kane, who brought the woman who he may or may not have legally married, to his family’s mausoleum. “Here, Margaret” he said, “will be YOUR last resting place”. So romantic! (Eye roll).
He is buried in the family tomb, but she failed to impress his family, or even convince them that their marriage was legal. She is buried elsewhere.
San Francisco.