Science Saturday: Comparing two editions of Gunn’s New Domestic Physician
In keeping with our focus on book history here in Special Collections, when the library holds multiple editions of the same book, I try to pull them all, note changes, and try and place those changes in their historical context. When looking over our two copies of Gunn’s New Domestic Physician, (Gunn’s New Domestic Physician or, Home Book of Health [Cincinnati: Moore, Wilstach & Keys & Co.; 1861] and Gunn’s New Domestic Physician or, Home Book of Health [Cincinnati: Moore, Wilstach & Baldwin; 1864]) I immediately noticed the added emphasis on home nursing care and “the sick room” in the 1864 edition. By 1864, the nation had been steeped in several years of Civil War, and a publishers note confirmed my hypothesis that the addition of information on home nursing care was spurred on by the war:
“an entirely new treatise is given, forming a complete guide to the management of the sick room” . . . “to relieve the suffering, perhaps of those who have sickened in camp, or been stricken down on the field of battle, is certainly a noble mission!”
Relatively forgotten today, the physician John C. Gunn (c. 1800 - 1863) was a household name for many 19th century Americans, particularly in the South, and especially in rural and frontier communities where a trained medical professional was often out of reach. While some contemporary reviews of the book by the medical establishment chided Gunn for “attempting to impress upon the reader that the grave responsibility of human life and health may be assumed by any person of common sense,” many 19th century Americans simply did not have access to trained doctors, nor was training and licensing of physicians standardized until the early 20th century. That might help explain the enduring popularity of Gunn’s work. Written in plain language for an general audience, the book was first published as Gunn’s Domestic Medicine or, Poor Man’s Friend in Knoxville in 1830, and 234 subsequent editions followed, the last published in New York in 1920.
Both of our editions are based on the first major revised and enlarged edition, marking the title change from Gunn’s Domestic Medicine to Gunn’s New Domestic Physician, first published in 1857 by Moore, Wilstach & Keys & Co. of Cincinnati. While the anatomical and botanical prints are consistent between the editions, an assortment of etchings also accompany the text, none of which are repeated between our two editions. Those shown above (images four and seven) are at least related to the subject matter. Others, with captions like “Charity,” “Cheerfulness,” and “Hope,” seem more aligned with this 1858 review (presumably of the 1857 revised edition on which are two copies are based) in The Western and Southern Medical Recorder that observers:
“adorning the book, is a gallery of pictures, which do not seem to have any particular connection with the reading matter, but, as we suppose, were introduced to use up some old stock of prints that the publishers had left from some other enterprise.”
For any researchers (or 19th-century medicine enthusiasts) local to Wisconsin looking for a deeper dive on this piece of Americana, the University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire holds a facsimile of the first edition of Gunn’s Domestic Medicine or, Poor Man’s Friend, published in Knoxville in 1986 by the University of Tennessee Press. The University of Wisconsin - Madison holds a 1866 German language edition, Gunn’s Neuer Hausarzt, oder, Handbuch der Gesundhheit, also published by Moore, Wilstach & Baldwin.
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-Olivia, Special Collections Graduate Intern
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As Long As I Want
so yeah i may have not posted a fic in two months and WHATABOUTIT no i'm kidding i'm really sorry for the little hiatus!! my pedro pascal obsession circa 2021 has relapsed and i'm terribly sorry lol so yeah pls enjoy this short little fic that is only about sucking frankie's dick
Tags: Frankie "Catfish" Morales x Reader, fem!reader, oral (m!recieving), size kink, deep throating, this is so nasty lol (w/c: 1.5K)
Francisco Morales is a pretty unassuming man. He’s tall and lumbering, but his patchy beard and ever-present baseball cap allow him to sink into the background of most things, which is exactly where he likes to be. He isn’t a standout, he knows that, and he’s plenty content with it. As long as you love him, he’s just fine.
And you do, god, you love him. You try to tell him constantly, try to express how fucking hot you find him, even if he shrugs you off with a shy chuckle and a blush on his scruffy cheeks. With his pretty dark eyes and soft hair, how he towers over you and how his broad chest presses against your back when he hugs you from behind, and when he fucks you from behind. Frankie is, by far, the sexiest man you’ve ever seen, and somehow, he’s yours.
And, as unassuming as he is, Frankie also has the fattest, biggest cock you’ve ever seen.
He hides it behind baggy jeans and boxers, but you pride yourself on being very, very familiar with it. It took the first six months of your relationship to take it all the way into your cunt, the thickness of it stretching you till you thought you were bound to break, the length of it bullying so deep you thought you would feel it in your fucking throat. Even now, four years later, you still need to be prepared thoroughly before taking Frankie, a process that he takes great joy in.
Frankie will spend hours between your thighs, sucking at your clit and fucking you open on his calloused fingers until you’re sobbing and shaking. He loves to pull your thighs apart when you try to close them, keeping you wide open and dripping for him. You beg for him to fuck you, that you’re ready, but Frankie also loves to ignore you, content to keep lapping at your twitching cunt, murmuring a, “quiet, princesa, I’m working.” You want to strangle him.
You also love him so much that it hurts sometimes.
He’s perfect, everything is perfect, except for the fact that, although he’ll spend an entire night eating your pussy like a man starved, he won’t let you return the favor. You can count the amount of times in four years that Francisco Morales has let you suck his cock on one hand, and you wouldn’t even use all of your fingers. Whenever you’re between his legs, working him between your lips, inch by thick inch, he always wrenches you off him with a grip in your hair, before he bends you over and fucks you until your pussy is gaping and your brain is mush.
But you know you’ve got him this time. His hands are bound with a silky scarf around the head board, the pinkness of his blush spreading down to his chest as he watches you with heavy eyes.
“Princesa, please, just- you can sit on my face, yeah? And do what you want to me, but baby, I just gotta...I gotta make you feel good, please?” he grunts with that deep voice of his, raspy and needy.
You kiss him softly as a reply, brushing a hand through his soft curls. “Frankie,” you whisper. “I want to suck your cock today. I told you that, baby, didn’t I?” Frankie nods tentatively. You grin at the way his lips part, big eyes watching you like you’ve hung the moon and stars, just for him. “Then you’re going to shut up and let me suck you as long as I want, you got that?”
Frankie nods again, and nearly whines when you pull away from his face, brushing your lips down, down. You lick over the softness of his stomach, around where his cock, throbbing and red and dripping, lays against it. You avoid sucking the sticky tip into your mouth right away, instead moving lower to bite at his quivering thighs. You can hear Frankie’s breaths growing louder, desperate for your touch.
“Please, mi vida,” he whimpers, hips bucking up ever so slightly. His cheeks burn at the sound of his own desperation, but when you smile at him, almost shyly, at his words, it almost becomes worth it.
“Okay, Frankie,” you whisper, and he gasps when you move back up his body, ever so slightly, to lick hungrily over the length of his cock, moaning at the taste.
He groans deep in his throat at the feeling of your hot tongue trailing over the veins and crevices of him, memorizing every thick, throbbing inch. You make your way up until you reach the tip, and, with one final glance at Frankie, his pupils blown wide as he meets your gaze, you close your plush lips around the tip.
Frankie’s back arches, just a bit, off the bed when you suck hard on the tip of his cock, tongue dipping into the slit as you swallow everything he has to give. “Ah- oh God, oh God, por favor, baby,” he whines, not even knowing what he’s begging for from you.
But you know, you always know.
You can’t exactly smile around Frankie’s cock, not with your mouth stretched as wide as it is around the girth of him, but it’s a near thing. You slide down the length of him, tongue running along every new inch you let into your pretty mouth, watching as Frankie’s eyes roll into the back of his head, soft stomach heaving with every labored breath.
You brace yourself with your nails digging into his thighs as you push down even further, the tip of him finally budging into the back of your throat, and though you try to swallow around it, you can’t help but gag a little.
Frankie’s eyes snap open at the feeling and sound, his body going suddenly still. “Baby, do you need to stop? Fuck, you can stop if it’s too much, we can just-” You shake your head gently, not daring to slide him out of your mouth just yet. “Okay, okay, mi vida,” he breathes. “Just, please, I don’t want to hurt you.”
You could never, you want to say, but your mouth is far too preoccupied. Instead, you push just a little further, shoving him just another inch into your drooling mouth.
Frankie never lets you do this, never lets you have your fill, and you’re drunk off the taste of him, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the tip lodges in the back of your throat. And even as it does, even as his fat cockhead makes you choke, you keep sinking down.
He slides deep into the length of your throat, forcing you to breathe through your nose. Your eyes are watering at the stretch of him, your nails digging little indents into his hairy thighs. You fucking love it.
Frankie loves it too, evidently. With every inch, he whines, crying your name in stuttered gasps. You just keep moving, bobbing your head up and down just slightly to get more and more of him in, until you finally, finally, reach the thick base of his cock, the wiry hairs tickling your nose.
“Oh God, fuck princesa, you’re so perfect. Shit, your mouth is so good, you- you’re so good to me, baby, oh fuck, no one’s ever gotten this far, I-I-” he gasps, head thrown back and eyes clenched shut.
Oh. Your head feels like it’s underwater, delirious with the fact that you’re the only one to ever do this for Frankie. The only one that can do this for him.
You gaze up at him, entranced by his sweat-slicked, heaving body, pretty and needy. He blinks his eyes open, looking down at you when you stop moving, utterly still with his cock buried deep inside your throat. You, all pretty with your cheeks flushed and eyes watery, lips stretched wide and sticky and utterly obscene. You gaze back, your stare unrelenting, and suddenly swallow hard around the entire length of him.
Frankie nearly screams at the feeling, completely unreal and new. “Ah- ah!”
And you just keep doing it, bobbing slightly while you milk him with your hot, wet throat. Overwhelmed tears are leaking down Frankie’s face, his hips hitching up just barely to meet the minute movements of your head.
“I- Princesa, I’m gonna- I can’t hold it, ‘m sorry, can’t- it’s so good, too good mi vida, I-”
Frankie tries to pull his hips back, but you hold yourself onto him, keeping him buried within you as he spills hot, sticky cum down your throat.
You keep sucking him, milking him as the last dregs of his orgasm die away, before finally pulling yourself off him.
“Good?” you whisper, you voice sounding raspy and fucking used.
Frankie’s eyes widen in shock. “Good? Holy fucking shit, baby,” he mutters, head thrown back to look up at the ceiling, as if to ask God is she being fucking serious right now?
“You untie me, right fucking now, princesa. I’ll show you how ‘good’ that was. Until you pass the fuck out.”
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