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JL>PM> JL>�en vogue� named Max Jacobson, or something like that -

JL>PM> JL>      Just like that.  Park and 82nd.

JL>PM> Okay, okay.  So what else can you tell us about him?

JL>   Maxwell (real name) was, in my father's words, a gold plated
JL>   schmuck.  Dr. Feelgood started practicing during the war and
JL>   continued on through the 60s.  Beginning with B12 shots, he soon
JL>   branched out into the early stages of designer drugs using uppers
JL>   and downers to keep his "patients" happy.

JL>   I believe his "treatments" were the basis for what someone called
JL>   the SuperShot which was supposed to contain B12 for energy,
JL>   Amphetamine for alertness, Tetracycline to ward off the clap,
JL>   and Novacaine to numb aches and pains.

   Van Cliburn lovingly quoted him as calling those hypos "cock-
tails".
   (In Van's room at Moscow's Hotel Peking the morning after he
won first prize for piano in the 1958 inaugural International
Tchaikovsky Competition, the whopping pile of cablegrams on his
desk included a lengthy one from Dr. Feelgood, adumbrating in
detail the health routine he wanted Van to follow during that
inhumanly demanding period.  I can't recall exactly where Van had
acquired his invariable custom, before every stage appearance, of
cracking two raw eggs into a glass and somehow gulping them down.
I'll never forget one such occasion - I believe his first perfor-
mance after winning his prize - when he went bananas and asked the
hotel dining-room waiter to bring him �four� [4] raw eggs and a
glass.  I've never seen anything quite so revolting as what he
then set about getting down.  It will hardly surprise you that
after getting either two or three of the yolks down, his gag
reflex took on a life of its own, a development which made those
close to Van at that minute regret it.)

JL>   He had a HUGE practice covering Broadway, NYC Ballet, the classical
JL>   world, and sports.  I know that Judy Holliday was seeing him during
JL>   the rehearsals and tryouts for her last show, "Hot Spot", when she
JL>   was slowly dying of cancer.

   Was he simply too clever to get nailed for malpractice?

JL>PM> Did they finally lock him up, or what?

JL>      One doctor blow the whistle on another?  Excuse me while I spit
JL>      up.

   For not years but decades a Menninger-trained Berlin psychia-
trist/psychoanalyst, who developed a sort of Jehovah complex and
struck out on his own, founding institutes, societies, and publi-
cations right & left - a real empire-builder - did incalculable
harm among psychically and/or emotionally ill Berliners.  Nobody,
but �nobody� could nail him.  One expert told me that the only
possibility legally available would have to wait for some erst-
while patient to get together a truly iron-clad case and file suit
- and of course you can guess how much weight the word of a former
psy-patient would have in court.
   This villain's name still stands in the Berlin phonebook, but
over the years his empire has withered away and he no longer
enjoys the downright awesome power he once did, expecially with
university students back during the heady days c. 1968.

JL> . . . Actually, they did find someone to do so and eventually
JL>      pulled his license.

   But he never received any sort of legal sentence?

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