"I come before you, ladies and gentlemen, . . . to introduce to you what I call my Elixir Anthropos . . . ."
. . . He listened intently to the 'quack-salvers''' address, and from time to time his eyes would twinkle and his lips curve in an ironic smile.
1927, "Town Criers," New York Times, 2 Oct., p. E8:
One is reminded of a familiar figure of medieval fairs, who survived long in this country England, and perhaps still survives in remote districts—the quacksalver who hawks his infallible remedies from a wagon.