"Nonsense!" Dr. Haines barked. "I get neurasthenic women like you every day. Foot-related psychosis, we doctors call it. You may call it 'shoe-vapors.' There's nothing wrong with you. Go home and be good to your husband and thank the President he's still employed."

Dr. Haines' Wide-Enufs were billed on another page as fitting the "Fleshy Foot."

(shudder)