(Wikipedia homepage: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Plague_of_London) 4.1 Plague doctors A picture of a plague doctor can be seen on page 16 (Appendix 4) Plague doctors were also known as Beak doctors. They were not all qualified doctors many of them were physicians. They were hired by the city officials. Doctors belived if they wear their costume it will prevent them from getting sick and they can cure people from the plague. 4.2 Costume The uniform consisted of a wide-brimmed black hat, a mask in the shape of a bird's beak, long, black overcoat, a wooden cane and leather breeches. A wide-brimmed black hat was worn close to the head. At the time, a wide-brimmed black hat would have been identified a person as a doctor, much the same as how nowadays a hat may identify chefs, soldiers, and workers. The wide-brimmed hat may have also been used as partial shielding from infection. (Grand Gallimaufry homepage: http://sylvaansuz.wordpress
October 19. In many episodes, Stan often reflects on the moral lessons he's attained in a speech that often begins with, "You know, I learned something today...". He suffers from asthma and is often subject to the harsh bullying of his older sister, Shelley. His father Randy is a geologist, and his mother Sharon, works as a secretary at Tom's Rhinoplasty. Stan has indicated a fondness for animals Stan is usually seen in a brown jacket, blue denim jeans, red gloves/mittens, and a red- brimmed blue knit cap adorned with a decorative red pom-pon. Kyle is Stan's best friend, and their relationship is a common topic throughout the series Stan is usually seen solely with Kenny when Kyle is not around. Stan and Butters are generally on friendly terms, although at times Stan tends to be generally annoyed by Butters. Despite the fact that Stan often resents Cartman and enjoys making fun of him, he does show
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