The Goat Gland Doctor

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Dr. John Romulus Brinkley’s gravesite in Forest Hill Cemetery.

photographs by Vance Lauderdale

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Dear Vance: Is it true that Dr. John Brinkley, the notorious quack doctor who made a fortune with his “goat gland” treatments, is buried in Memphis? — R.U., memphis

Dear R.U.: I wonder what it is about Memphis that makes our city such a magnet for colorful characters? One of the most intriguing gentlemen in American history wasn’t born here, but he dwelled here for several years, met his wife here, and they were wed at the old Peabody Hotel. And today he lies buried in Forest Hill Cemetery, beneath the rather impressive monument you see here.

Dr. John Romulus Brinkley gained fame around the world as the “Goat Gland Doctor.” He’s the subject of a wonderful book by Pope Brock that came out in 2008 called Charlatan, subtitled, “America’s Most Dangerous Huckster, The Man Who Pursued Him, and the Age of Flimflam.”

I realize that description could also apply to any member of the Lauderdale family, but pay attention: We are talking about Brinkley here, and most of my information comes from Brock’s book.

Born in North Carolina in 1888, Brinkley earned various medical degrees from quack establishments and eventually set up practice in the little town of Milford, Kansas. One day a farmer visited him to complain about a condition that today we might call erectile dysfunction. The good doctor wanted to sell him some worthless potions, but the farmer was skeptical. Looking out the window towards a nearby farmyard, he said, “Too bad I don’t have billy-goat nuts.”

Please pardon my crude language; I realize this is a family publication, but that is what he said.

Well, that was the “Eureka” moment for Brinkley. A few days later, he put the farmer under the knife and inserted a pair of freshly “harvested” goat testicles into the man’s scrotum. Nine months later, the farmer’s wife gave birth to their first child. The boy’s name: Billy. Like the goat.

Accounts of this miracle — a 15-minute operation that could restore lost youth — spread far and wide. Not just by word of mouth, either. Brinkley flooded the mails with self-promotional brochures, and then, in those pre-television days, constructed the most powerful radio station in America. Every night he blasted the airwaves with folksy chats about the benefits of goat glands and the rapidly growing Brinkley Institute of Health.

The most skeptical listeners became believers, and life insurance companies actually canceled policies held by Brinkley’s patients, on the grounds that — get this — they were no longer growing old.

“Brinkley should be considered a charlatan and a quack, in the ordinary, well-understood meaning of those words.” — American Medical Association report

As a result, Brinkley became one of the wealthiest doctors in America, earning some $12 million a year in the 1930s, when a general practitioner’s salary was $3,500.

So why is Brock’s book called Charlatan? For the simple reason that the operation did not, and could not possibly, work. Brinkley just stuck pieces of goat testicles in patients without attaching arteries or nerves, so the glands quickly dried up and died. And so did many of his patients, usually from infection. After witnessing one of these operations in 1931, the Kansas Medical Board instantly revoked Brinkley’s license. It’s easy to see why. Brock reported one instance where a ragged hole in a patient’s scrotum (no doubt the result of Brink-ley’s propensity for operating while he was drunk) was patched with a piece of rubber torn from the sole of an old shoe.

That didn’t stop him. He moved his operation — literally — to the little town of Del Rio, Texas. There he erected another hospital, started up an even more powerful radio station, and built himself a fabulous mansion, complete with a fountain in the front with “Brinkley” spelled out in red neon — a trick he almost surely stole from the Lauderdales. But what he didn’t plan on was the tenacity of a fellow named Morris Fishbein, the editor of the Journal of the American Medical Association, who made it his life’s work to shut down the quack doctor. Among other things, Fishbein noted that Brinkley signed his name to more than 40 death certificates for patients who weren’t even ill — until they saw him. After hearings and testimony and lawsuits that dragged on for months, the AMA declared, “Brinkley should be considered a charlatan and a quack, in the ordinary, well-understood meaning of those words.”

Towards the end of his life, Brinkley — for reasons I can’t explain — started referring to Memphis as his hometown. It’s true that he met his wife, Minnie, here in the early 1900s, and according to some accounts, they lived for awhile at the first Peabody Hotel. City records confirm they were married here on August 23, 1913. Maybe that’s all it took for Brinkley to call Memphis “home.” At any rate, after his death in 1941, he was buried in the southwest corner of Forest Hill Cemetery on South Bellevue. When his wife died in 1980, she was laid to rest beside him, as was their son, who passed away in 1976. The majestic bronze figure of “Winged Victory” that guards their graves once graced the front lawn of the Brinkley mansion in Texas.



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