My first dentist wasn't that bad but he was a one-man band, no assistants or office help.
He had a little sign that you stared at while you were in the chair: All Work Cash.
He also smoked Camel cigarettes while he had you in the chair and it was best to get a morning appointment because he usually enjoyed a couple of martinis with his lunch.
When I started going there he charged $5.00 to pull 'em and $10.00 to fill 'em.
Dr. Ulrich, my first dentist was much the same as you Aunt Bea. He introduced me to the cable driven drills that ran quite slow and were painful. I had to put on a brave face as my Aunt Betty was his assistant.
Painless Parker was the first dentist I went to as a kid. He had the old drill, and he
was rough. I heard later that he wasn't a real dentist. I believe it.
$5 for an extraction, $10 for a filling. Guess what choice we had.
My dad was never much of a drinker, but one Sunday back in the early ‘60’s, he had a miserable toothache. After trying several home remedies, he finally took his bottle of liquor and got himself blitzed. Then, he had Mom boil some water and placed his pliers in the boiling water. A few minutes later, he took an old rag and went into his bathroom and closed the door. Two minutes later he emerged from the bathroom with the pliers and tooth in hand.
There’s more to the story, but I’ll stop with that.
I remember seeing a "dentist" in a marketplace in Morocco. He sat on a carpet armed with a pair of dental pliers and a large bottle of paregoric and seemed to be doing a good business. If you wanted a set of false teeth, he had a collection of them arrayed on the carpet. You just tried them on until you found a set that fit.