The Miracle Medicine of Seattle
A nineteenth-century testimonial for a ‘Histogenetic’ cure highlights the era’s wild medical marketplace.
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Five years ago I was taken with rheumatism, sores, and inflammation of the stomach. I was two years on my back and could not turn over. I had the best medical aid that money could procure, but I received no benefit. About that time, all the country round me rang with the praises of Dr. J. Eugene Jordan and his new Histogenetic system. I had myself conveyed to him at the Brunswick Hotel, where his office is. In a day after taking his medicine, the terrible pain in my stomach—that stayed with me for so many years and that doctors East and West could not dislodge—vanished. My bodily health came back to me. I threw away my crutches, and if it were not for a remaining stiffness of my knee, I would be a young man again. In my opinion, having tried all kinds of doctors, there is but one rational system of medicine, and that is the Histogenetic system. All other schools will have to give way to it, as darkness to light.
“All other schools will have to give way to it, as darkness to light.”
In the late 1880s, Seattle was a frontier boomtown where itinerant 'doctors' and patent medicine hucksters filled the void of standardized healthcare. Much like today's unregulated wellness influencers, these practitioners relied on explosive, anecdotal testimonials to bypass scientific scrutiny and sell miraculous cures to the desperate.
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