A friend from the DC area told me a story a few years ago about a doctor’s sign in DC. The name on the sign was Harry Beaver, and he was an Ob-Gyn. (Wouldn’t you have known it.)
I told the story today to some friends, and they figured it was an urban legend. So I did some googling and found the doctor’s website and this post on Dave Barry’s Blog. Harry Beaver’s daughters even show up in the comments.
I like this comment from “Sarah”.
I can vouch that Harry C. Beaver was indeed a practicing ob-gyn. He delivered me, at Letterman Army Hospital in the Presidio (San Francisco) in 1968, and his name is on my birth certificate. I have it framed; how could I resist? My father (who was also an Army doc at the time, and around the same age, early/mid-thirties) swears that Doc Beaver had no idea his name was funny, but I attribute that to my father’s naivete.
The best part of the birth cert, though, is his military rank. Private Harry Beaver would have been funny enough, but Army doctors start out as officers. To my eternal delight, I was brought into this world by…
Major Harry Beaver.