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...their knowledge of our flesh-faults is a heavy balance wheel to the tangents of our loose idealism. As critics of society, they tend to hush the hallelujah chorus, introducing sardonic groans for those imperfections of mankind at which the Chautauqua-shouters, sniffing the electric air of a millennium, flap their coattails. The true earnest of a physician's worth outside his consulting room* is therefore the degree to which he refrains from hollow croaking; the degree to which he is conscious and confident of sound normality among the masses from which his clientele is drawn...
...unconscious boy's head was twisted so that his right temple lay uppermost. Two quick, accurate, preplanned incisions. A thin-lined six-inch triangle showed faintly. This the surgeon peeled back and let the flap lie out of the way. Then into the skull bone with the saw. Slow, careful rasping. A six-inch triangle lay loose, like a piece of cracker on gelatin. With a blunt instrument Dr. Dandy separated this piece of bone from the underlying, attached dura mater. Into that tough membrane, into the arachnoid tissue, into the pia mater-carefully, very carefully. Some blood. The mass...
There now lay the tumor, big as a baseball, looking like a sloppily rounded corn fritter. A few judicious slashes and it was free. Back went the excised meninges. Back the bone. Back the flap or scalp. Sutures there were. The operation was a success, a triumph...
Well, boys will be boys. Wild asses will flap their ears. But now that they have brayed it would seem only fairness to print no more letters over my signature; or, at least, to permit me to compose my own. George T. Chase...
Episode. Gilbert Emery is a tall individual whose clothes and accent flap about in a manner broadly British. His real name is Emery Pottle and he attended Amherst College. Later, he was a teacher, wrote short stories. There followed War pages?pages bright for him?and finally peace. His stories did not sell. One day Jane Cowl wondered if he ever had been an actor. No, but he'd try it. And he did?with indifferent success. Presently, Mr. Emery turned his hand to playwriting. Writer of The Hero and Tarnish, actor in other plays, he has finally consolidated. With...