Evening Star Newspaper, March 21, 1926, Page 88

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, Open Wider, Please BY SHIRLEY SEIFERT l Mathilde Considered Herself One of Those Plain Girls. ATHILDE was tired and hs py. She loyed doing fus: things, and there were man) fussy things te do in young Dr. Madden's office. H was newly gradunted from denta) school and had put every dollar that Ris uncle had given him for the start of his practice into equipment. There was no other office like it in Meldon It was so gieaning white that even the crus janitor who served it and the drug store below tovk a pride ir serubbing the tiled floer. The floor and the high windows and the walls of the inner room and the furnishings of the waiting room Mathilde granted 1o the janitor. The rest was hers— 1he porcelain fixtures to be kept spot- ‘ess and in order, the trays and trays ot shimng instruments to be sterilized wnd graded and put away, the racks of Jitile bottles of many-colored liquids to bo placed so that her hand might never fumble for the one demanded— und uncounted other things und duties fhat uppealed to her sense of cleanness und order and precision, Any un- aspects of her first job as ant n dental surgery seemed 1, she thought hard ealing mission. of facsimile ssession of tbout persons who had ted places remote sve her. She wrote a little poem ibout the banker's molars that was a seream und giggled over it in private. Dr. Mudden said she was & cracker- ack of \when she co ntiniate f: Yefore this he ? youth and 'd cha Slightly offset bv his known betrothal to a stunning girl in the city where he had-attended med iral scheol; part of it was due to the reputation the retired uncle who nephew: but Mathilda ied to think (because it gave her a share) that the g st part was due tu the atmosphere of his office. But this bad been o hard day. ery half-hour perivi had been full and there had been some scenes of violence, doctor. What a rawned the nobody called DMathilde’s me correctly except Mathilde, and ad to whisper it softly to herself, ause it would have sounded foolish d any one rd her doing such But she minded Dr, s Matilda” less than any o er versions. It meant that Le had stepped down from his profes- sional pedestal and remembered that once upon a time he and Mathilde sat in the same room at schoo!. %o, though the doctor looked quite pale and spent when he left the office, Mathilde, lingering over her trays, was happy. She hummed a nondeseript !ttle tune that went round and round in circles like a buzzing bee in a sunny garden. She was still singing when she went in to change from her white uniform to her street dress. took off her uniform * % % 5 SHI: always wisttully. The people of Meidon called the white uniform, the cap, the white oxfords and stockings—white oxfords all Winter—an affectation. Perhaps that wa why Mathilde adored them. Certainly they had af- fected her. She had ahw rather plain. old-fashioned d because she chose to do it. hut becaus: her clothes had been made over from & relation box of substantial garments sever: 15 old. N i from the kets, W were stiff and sturchy and perky and smart. A month of i th nd Mathilde had bol- s hair so heavy and worn it helplessly in Imost she gol past in two | there. Their words carried over to Mathilde. She heard plainly what they said. But it was so terrible, so in- >redible, 80 cruel that at first she lldn’t comprehend—and when she did comprehend it was too late to run or o hide, for she had heard it all. One. of the speakers was Dr. Mad- fen’s aunt, with whom he lived, & alky person at whom Dr. Ired, in his olly way, poked a lot of fun. The vomen, as Mathilde realized too late, vere discussing the doctor’s imminent narriage to the stunning Miss Lois Blair. And this was the gist of Miss Madden's revelations: “Well, I gave him to understand he wouldn’t have the easygoing time that he’s always had at my house. She's & fine young woman, no doubt. And she’s got plenty of money and lots of ambition, and she'd make a hustling wife for him. She'd pull him up, whether or not. But he wouldn't en- bound to have her way., She only con- sented to him setting up his practice here because it was on that condition his uncle gave him the money. how she picked out his office help! She wasn’t going to have him working alung with any of the pretty girls out here In Meldon, and there was plenty applied for the place. She was the one picked Mattie Farish, and ‘twasn’t be- cause Mattie was bright and willing. It was because she was such a dowdy, homely little thing that it looked like no harm-—" Mathilde walked out into the raln. Only a kindly god of weather kept her hat from ruin. The rain stopped, but she didn’t know it. * % ko ATHILDE choked over a dish of plums at supper. Her mother was saying: “‘Mattie, I saw Henrletta Madden today, She stopped me on the street to tell me how well Dr. Fred says you're getting along. He seems to think you're just wonderful; says he could about leave his practice to you if you had a diploma. Maybe when—"" And the plum juice seeped into a suddenly uncontrollable windpipe and finished things. It was a terrible spell. Out of it Mathilde went into hysterics. Such sobbing and gasping and carry- ing on the four walls of the little house had never before contained. Mrs. Farish became alarmed. Mattie never acted so. So her mother de- elded It was from overwork and she'd have to speak to Fred Madden about it. She put her daughter in bed with an ice bag at her head and the elec- tric pad which Mattie had given her ior Christmas at her feet. As soon as her mother left the room Mathilde kicked the pad out of the bed and threw the ice bag into a far corner. It {s maddening when your heart is broken to have people insist on hot and eold applications. Ier heart was broken because she loved Dr. Fred with all of it. DBut ft was the kind of love that few :ould understand. It was white and pure like a gardenia blossom—blooming In the secret dark, and so delicate that the least touch would curl the petals and turn them brown with bitter blight. That was how Mathilde, lying on her eool, white bed, felt inside— all shrinking and curling. Ever since the old days in school Fred Madden had been her hero. Ile wus so Jolly and roflicking and un- afrald and she so shy. He was beau- tifully callous to the taunts and gibes and bruises of daily existence. Fily spirlt strong wings. The skin over Ma- thilde’s sensibllities was gossamer thin. And if her spirit had wings, they were the wings of a dragon fly—beautiful, but of slight carry- ing power. Omne preclous from his ut grammar school, und her desk had been acrows the wisie | muny & sentence did she diagrum, — growing away from her and that her adoration would thin out into a haunt- Ing dream. * & % % UT that wasn’t why she had gone to work in Fred Madden's oftice when he had come baek to be a sur- geon.dentist. At this point in her re flection Mathllde turned umncasily in bed. Miss Henrletta Madden’s hlun- dering comments were unfair in their implications. Before Dr. Madden had come back Mathilde had been wish- ing and wishing that she could find something to expand the life in that little brown cottage. She wanted e “do something.” Then Dr. Fred had come back and let it be known that he wanted & town girl to help him in his office. And suddenly, quite apart from her devotion to her hero, “a- thilde had known that here was the thing she could do. And her instinet had been right. The little detalls of this job appealed to her and she was a helper. Bhe did do well. Moreover, she developed a pride in herself that took the sting away from her envy of the beautiful girl whose picture stood on . Fred’s desk in the outer of- fice. It was {nevitable that Dr. ¥Fred should some day marry some such person. He was so handsome himgelf and had always liked vretty girls. Mathilde had seen Miss Blair in the fle: well as in a photo- graph. She was ahout perfect. She had bright brown hair, waved very close to a high, proud head, shin- Ing with expert professional atten- tion. She had bright blue eyes that looked squarely at anything she |h, chose to see, and what she did not care to see she turned her back upon. 8he wouldn't go into Dr. Fred's inner office. for instance. She loathed dentist offices and preferred to think of her lover in other than his professional aspects. It was an exquisitely gowned back that she turned. The very seams of her clothes looked expensive. And with her always came a wonderful fra- grance. Mathilde wondered 1if was a drop of liquid extract or the soft powder on the smooth face. Only one thing about her Mathilde didn’t like. Her n It was very straight and pointed, almost sharp. Alw: it seemed too bossy. But, the was exactly the kind of nose to go with success. Dr. Fred would marry this hand- some person. He'd been coming to that, but not she nor any other wife that he might have chosen would have of Dr. Fred just what Mathilde had. Precious gifts he would pile at his wife's feet, but never would his wife know the joy of working by his side dav in and out, of helping him to be the man he was, of just handing him things, the right things always as he wanted them. This proud wife wouldn’t hear him ¢ tly under his breath when he was exasperated or jubllate over silly little trilumphs. “Come here, Miss Matilda, and look &t this!” And she'd have to come and peer appreciatively Into the gaping jaw of potentate or menial and say: “That's wonderful!” “All right, Miss Matilda, if you pass on fti" The joy of that! And she had come to think when her work had gone so well that perhaps Dr. Fred had chosen her, remembering the good qualities she possessed and anticipating her value to him; at ileast had picked her out of friendil- carried himn over them like | ness. And now Miss Henrietta Madden, his own aunt, and perhaps all of the { town of Meldon, knew that he had se- | lected her for the pluce because his sweetheart had approved of her home- ‘Winter | liness, her dowdiness, had feared the attraction of a prettier girl placed in similar intimacy. That wag just as if vandals hud gathered up mud from “SHE WAS THE ONE PICKED MATTIE FARISH, AND 'TWASN'T BECAUSE MATTIE WAS BRIGHT AND WILLING. LIKE NO HARM.” Dutch braids —but the cap demanded 1'uff, it seemed to her. Then the futf, Laving to be worn out of office hours 2 reinforce-d by her paymient Jary, turned her on the relation niideous dres=cs clinging stubbornly to blological waist lines, und hought her- self a one-piece flunnel dress with no wadist line at The short, curly brown hair and modish silhouette were very becoming. So were her latest extravagances—a palr of smart pumps. Still she pre- ferred her uniform. But it woauldn't have done to wear the unifori. back and forth through the streets- especially tonight. It was raining. Mathkilde, upstairs, busy and sbsorbed in other matters, hadn't really noticed the weather. But when she came down the long steps beside the drug store she could see the pools of water on the paving. Besides her new shoes she wore also a new Spring Lat. She had no umbrella. So she de- <ided to walit in the doorway until the shower was over and she might safely venture on the-short walk home to the Elm street cottage where she lived Asith her mother. Her doorway was dark and she wait- «d alone, but in the lighted entrance |t adjacent to the drug store others wathered. Seweral women wmmkl* box with fts| sify, many « cubic content of weird arithmetical dimensions did she figure hn duplicate to save him from the ter- rible things that teachers would say. | That was when he began to cali her “Miss Matilda’ in mock deference to her superior intellect. It was also the year when they graduated and he nominated her for class president. She wasn't elected, and he was, but he had demonstrated his loyalty and esteem and she was very proud. On into high school and the teens and they began to drift apart. Ha was a heartless, growing boy, and she wasn't pretty. She was also quite poor. She and her mother lived on an insurance income just large enough to maintain the tiny house on Elm street and feed and warm them. Their clothes all came out of i overs are at their worst when thelr wearer is in her teens, She went only 1o those parties where every one was asked. Fred Madden was nice to her when they met soclally. Ocuastmally he danced with her, and he alwnys called her *“Miss Matilda” in his friendly, teasing way. But he had hat -o‘;‘t' of -un;y friendliness to everything — pupples, tramps, class- mates. Mathilde knew that he was IT WAS BECAUSE SHE WAS SUCH A DOWDY, HOMELY LITTLE THING THAT IT LOOKED white purity of the doctor's office, over her in her white uniform. At first Mathilde thought she would never go back. She just couldn't, feel- ing horrid and sick and somehow ashamed, Then she remembered that she wasn’t quite through with a crown which she was making for a farmer who would be in at 11 In the morning. He came many miles and must not be disappointed She'd have to go back. Well, then, she would go back all homely and dowdy. She'd brush her hair down slick and tight and hunt out that black crepe dress which she had worn when Dr. Fred had first chosen her. She thought she wouldn't even put on a uniform. 8he'd just be the dull, drab person that they wanted her to be. Why not? What was the use of be- the annual relation box—and made.|ing otherwise? But not even that mournful solace was_permitted her. She remembered suddenly that her mother had used the black crepe to reline her Winter coat. Other dispositions had been made of similar old ugly garments as new ones accumulated. The annual relation box had been turned over im- mediately on receipt this time to a church soclety. So, if she went back —and she must, because of that - crown—she would have to go back tomorrow as she hadggone today. Then a wonderful thought came to Mathllde. Ot course tomorrow would bo the same. What Miss Henrjetta had raid, what all of Meldon might say, couldn’t alter facts a bit. It hurt only to realize that Meldon Kknew what Mathiide had always known. She knew that she was homely. She hadn’t thought of it too much, had rather grown used to the fact, as you might grow used to English spar- rows, though you preferred bluebirds. But she knew she was homely. 8he also knew that when she went to work for Dr. Fred she was dowdy. She rather thought she wusn't so dowdy now. If she had changed that way, however, it was not for any horrid reason that outsiders might impute. It was just her new pride in herself. Could they take that from her by saying things? Not if she didn't let them! For the first time In her life she felt she had something to defend, and all her subdued instincts arose to the call. Bhe had gone into Dr. Fred's office in the first place knowing that soon he would marry a Miss Lois Blair, that she and he would always be strangers that way. She would go back to that shining office tomorrow knowing the same thing, of course, she had known it for a year. Mins Madden and other gossips would be like files outside a tight screen. They couldn’t get at her to sting her, be- cause, whatever they said, that tight screen was her own innocence. The thought was like a guarding hand over the delicate white flower in her eart. Suddnnl{ Mathilde began to cry. Not nofsily as before, but just as Incurably—slow streaming tears. She thought she was crying because she hated Miss BI:lr‘loi W N the morning Mathilde was still & little shaky and hollow-eyed. But “silly thing,” she kept saying, as she fluffed her hair to mask the hurt eyes. “Everything is just the same.” Her mother brought a box wrapped in brown paper to the breakfast table, “I baked some ginger cookies yes- terday,” sbe sald. ou didn’t eat any last night. I wrapped up a few for Dr. Fred. He always makes such @ fuss over them.” Mathilde thought she mustn’t take the cookles. Dut if everything was Just the same, why shouldn't she take her mother's cookies, as she had been doing after most of the bakings all the past Winter? But nothing was the same that day —nothing at all. In the first place, when Mathilde passed through the outer walting room to her office she had meant not to look at Miss Blair's victure on the high desk. If it had been standing where it always had stood she wouldn't have looked at it. But out of the tail of her eve she missed it. It was gone completely from the top of the desk. Mathilde looked for it then, and found it face down In the deep waste basket at the corner of the desk. Oh! The care- less janitor had jarred the furniture while dusting and the fallen. With no especial on'v her customary precision, thilde picked up the hateful thing and replaced it. So she had to look at the haughty, lovelx face, and the haughtiness or the loveliness or both made her sigh. She was provoked at that. She had done all the sighing and sobbing that she meant to allow the night before. So she hurried into the lavatory to change to her bLusiness aspect—that is, her becoming uniform—before Dr. Fred arrived. But he had asrived. His hat and coat were hanging on the regular hook and his white jacket wa#, gone. Everything seemed to be happening to upset her determined program of casualness. When ehe stepped out of the closet she heurd Dr. Fred's steps in the hall, She heard him come into the wait- ing room and . He stopped for quite a few minutes, looking at the picture. “Good morning, Miss Matilda,” he called from out there. HTaw had he known she was pres- ent “Good morning,’” said Mathilde, and then, as he stood in the door, “Oh, aren’t you weil, Dr, Fred?” He looked glum and mad and dis- gusted—and queerly flushed. “I'm all right,” he said, smiling at his asalstant, however. “Mother sent you some fresh cookles,” faltered Mathilde. This w no time to mention ginger cakes, she knew. But there they were. ‘The glumness broke into bits before her eyes. The doctor threw back his head and laughed—lopg and joyously and altogether unreasonably, “Bless her sweet heart!” he satd. And Mathilde blushed furfously. Then she knew that, no matter how she tried, things couldn’t be the same any more. Even the routine of work hardly helped. * % ok 'HE farmer came at 11. He was o nice farmer, young and brown and strong and hearty. He had nice eyes. They watched Mathilde closely as sho stood at the little swinging stand mixing cement. The light from the window came through the fluff of her hair and made her seem very bright and lovely all in her white cos- tume. And her dalnty hands were deft at the mixing. When the lent was released he picked up a bundle and presented it to her. “I feel I owe you womething as well s the doctor,” he sald, flushing shyly. “And 1 knew you wouldn’t be men- tioned in the bill. I made bold to bring you a little somethige. It's a queer sort of present, maybe. But I had such nice Spring chickens that I thought you and your mother might enjoy a couple." 1t was very nice of the farmer, and Mathilde said so in a warm rush of appreciation, but all the time she could feel Dr. Fred laughing at her. “‘Oh, Miss Matilda.” he bu out many an adverb clause did she clas-| the street and thrown it all over the | when the man had left, "wh:x"do I know about vou?" Mathilde really yearned to kick him. He was #0 wicked when he chose to torment a body. < “Did you see how he kept looking at you all the time?” he went on. “Never blinked. I could have taken out all the teeth he had, and he wouldn’t _have known what I was doing. Well, he's a nice fellow. Sur- prised he stayed a bachelor all this time. Got a nice big house and a housekeeper—-"" “Dr. Fred, please!” Mathilde had turned on her tor- mentor with tears stinging in her eyes. “Why, Miss Matilda!" He spoke gently. “I beg your pardon.’ And when she turned back to her work, trying hard to blink away her spurt of emotion, he still apologized. “I am a stupid lump,” he eaid, “not to have realized before this that you have grown up—too!"” “Oh, please don't pay any attention to me this morning,” begged Mathilde. “I'm just too silly!” “Are you ever silly, Miss Matilda?” asked Dr. Fred. “Hopelessly,” she said. And then, to prove it, she recited for him the m about 'gu banker's molars. Dr. laughed and laughed in loud D. ¢ MARCH 21, 1926—PART g LR AR AT P i | U THE LIGHT FROM THE WINDOW CAME THROUGH THE FLUFF OF HER HAIR AND MADE HER SEEM V IN HER WHITE COSTUME. gusts that subsided into delighted chuckles, “Now, that's a morning for you, young lady!" he sald at the end. “Don't you think you'd better go home for lunch—and take those chickens?” “I'll just send them by the drug store boy with a note,” said Mathilde. “Then we can have them for supper.” “Can you?” said the doctor wietfully as she left the office. ‘The way he said it was ringing in her ears as she looked up at the desk and found the picture gone again. When she returned from the drug store the doctor, too, had left. He always went home for lunch, leaving her there on guard. Mathilde is to be pardoned for hunting the photograph. It was not in the waste basket. It was truly gone. 50 were the smaller plctures from inside the desk. She saw that when she sat down to check up some bills. She was glad that the early after- noon was busy. FKor some reason, when the rush ended early, aut 4 o'clock, she was frightened. “You can go, Miss Matilda,” sald the doetor. “I'll stick around a lit- tle while in case anything turns up. You need to get ready for those chickens.” But when Mathilde came out into the office in her street attire he sat in his magnificent adjustable chair, staring out a window. She couldn't leave without speaking to him, though she dldn't know what to say. e sensed her presence, turned and saw her standing helplessly in the door, ! tress of spirit. !I‘.l‘lmi rose—exactly us he would to Miss air. “I hope the chickens are nice,” he said, putting on the alir of a polite lit- tile boy on his best bebavior who wants something and hopes he may get it by indirect methods. Mathilde still couldn't find her voice. Bhe wanted to say, “Come eat chicken with us. There's just mother and me.” But that wouldn't do. “Miss Matilde, don’t you really think I own a share of those chickens? You wouldn’t have had them except for me, would you?" “No, of course not. I—I should have given you one.” “I'd much rather you'd usk me to supper, I like fried chicken better than raw ones." Mathilde made a face in her dis- How could ehe invite him to her house? “I know what yo thinking," said this terrible man. “But that's all right. I am not engaged to Miss Blair any more. Miss Mathilde. No. ‘We disagreed on several things. Don't ever get married on a disagreement. It will give you a bum start.” 3 Mathilde had known that they had disagreements. But to her love—mu- tual love—was something so exalted that disagreements couldn't matter. She knew that Dr. Fred wanted to stay in Meldon and his flancee want. ed him to be a stylish doctor in the great city. To Mathilde Dr. Fred's love of his own people, his joy in working among them, was one of his finest attributes. Surely Miss Blair, and Miss Blair had broken off. 1. siadd they'd been having words la and forth for a long time—sho &0 set on his to the it and settir rietta thinks ruaybe he wouldn't | becn so set against it if s 1 been little nfeer about Meldon. Fred's great home boy, of them almost and afterws promise. 11 who was so emart, would come to see that. Kven if she did not and still loved him and—more marvelous than that—he loved her, they would go and get married anyhow—surely. “:80," sald Dr. Fred, “you could in vite me to supper, you know. If you don't it will look mean, because 1'm coming to see your mother afterwird anyhow, to thank her for the cookles —personally.” What could Mathilde say: “Mother and I would be very glad to have you come to supper, Ir. Fred.” Christms fered to cor e to go to 1 She did not know that the prim- mer she was the sweeter she was. Dr. Fred, I think, realized it better. “Thank vou,” he said, his blue eyes dancing. “l'll'be there at 6. course, be- * ok x OF‘ Mathilde couldn't lleve that this thing had hap- pened. All the way home she didn't believe it. She stopped in the garden to pick a few of the first irises to put in a bowl on the table in case the thing was true, but still she didn't be. leve it. With troubled eyes Mathilde went into the house and told her mother, thinking how strange it sounded, that Dr. I'red was coming to supper. Her mother didn't seem too much sur. they had & tery nt hun back his © it mac into a breast Henrfett What do you “Poor Dr. Fi “Oh, T don't Farish, “Miss Henrictta seems (o he'd made a lucky e « got potatoes 1o peel pretty up. Matti Before her dresser Mathilde hardl: t the person in the mirr scolded It's all a mistake. ‘hing is just the sume—just th: But her bhands top amazingly would shine and prised. “I thought he'd coms one of these days,” said she. hat?" said Mathilde. You see, Mattie,” said the mother, ‘you didn’'t let me finish what I started to say to you last night. Miss Henrletta told me ihat Dr, Fred she same.” dresse: Statue of Dr. Long of Georgia at Capitol ; Will Recognize First Surgical Ether Use BY THEODORE TILLER. IGHTY-FOUR years from the day that ether was first used in a surgical operation a mar- ble statue of Dr. Crawford W. Long of Georgla will be unveiled in the Hall of Fame of the United States Capitol building. The exerclses, national and even world- wide in their appeal, will take place March 30. They will bring responsive- ness in the bosom of every soldier jwho has been wounded on the field of battle; every man, woman or child who has been under the surgeon’s knife. By such exercises and the presenta- tion of a statue of Dr. Long, the State of Georgla gives notice that this one time small-town doctor and surgeon Is an Immortal because of the boon he gave suffering humanity. In the Hal of Fame, or Statuary Hall, each State may place the statue of but two of her sons, Georgla, through her legislature, has selected Dr. Crawford W. Long and Alexander H. Stephens, vice pres dent of the Confederacy and latec atatesman in the national Congress It is a remarkable coincidence that Dr. Long and Alexander H. Stephens were in the same class at the Uni- versity of Georgia, and, furthermore, they were roommates. Now, through all the years that are to come, their marble statues are to be roommates in the National Hall of ¥Fame. The etory of Dr. Long's discovery of the possibilities of ether as ar anesthetic and his first applieation of that drug in a serious surgica operation is one of human interest a! the way through. He was so modest that for a time no claim for credit was sent to any medical association nor did it receive the publicity thut goes nowadays with any discovery ir the flields of medicine, surgery, the arts or inventions. Fortunately, Dr Long’s neighbors knew aboyt it anc signed affidavits that a pnln“uu oper ation had been performed by'him. These affidavits, now yellowed by age, were produced by Dr. Long's de scendants when claimants arose in later years and attested the first use of ether as an anesthetic. They were exhibited early in this century st a medical convention in London, and Dr. Long's portrait now hang: in the Anesthetic Hall of the Roval Soclety of Medict London. & The placing of a statue of Dr, Long in the National Hall of Fame it brought about by popular subscription There is no provision in Georgia con- stitution or law for an appropriation by the State for such a purpose. * Sc the Crawford W. Long Memorial As- sociation was formed and a chief mover in it was Dr. Joseph Jacobs, of Atlanta, a ploneer druggist in the Georgla capital. Years ago Dr. Ja cobs served as an apprentice pharma- cist in the drug store of Dr. Long a! Athens. Most of the subscriptions came from pharmacists, doctors an surgeons who sought everlasting recognition of the humanitarian serv- Ices of Dr. Long. * % % ¥ OW Dr. Long discovered 84 years ago that sulphuric ether was an arinesthetic is thus told by Dr, Jacobs: “The story of Dr. Long's discovesy of anaesthesia is an interesting re- cital. He was, when he settled at Jefferson, Ga., full of the ‘friendly glow’ of young manhood, and soon sought the society of the young peo- ple of his town and surrounding coun- try. n"‘At that time it was the custom of the youth and socig] spirits of the sec- tionto meet at the hospitable home of some resident, when one of the chief amusements of the occaslon was for the assembled company all to sprinkle sulphuric ether on their handkerchiefs and inhale the escaping odors. The participants were differently affected. Some sang, some danced, others mounted chairs, some harangued, some dashed wildly about the room. But all were conscious of their own and the antics of others, “Dr. Long notieed after one of these ‘ether frolics’ that several bruises that / /4 appeared on his person had given him no pain at the time the hard bumps and knocks had been made that caused them. Pondering over this, he con- ceived the {dea that the use of ether in surgery might be the solution of :}'xe age-old problem of painless®opera- on. “And when, within a few weeks, his new-found friend, James Venable, sub- mitted to having a tumor excised un. der ether—and the operation under ether was duly performed with not the slightest paln to the patient—well might he have cried ‘Eureka! for he had found the secret that had puzzled the wisdom of all ages. And he found a boon to all humanity that should place his name on the roll of earth's greatest immortals. “It {s fortunate for the truth of his- tory that indisputable evidence has been preserved to show that Crawford W. Long was the real discoverer of this greatest boon among all the con- tributions of the medical profession.” Dr. Jacobs briefly reviews the subse- quent claims of a Dr. Charles T. Jack- son and Dr. W. T. G. Morton, the latter a Boston dentist, of the discov- ery of ether as an anaesthetic and thelr application for a patent for a drug to be called “Letheon.” Dr. Ja- cobs says further “But when they (Morton and Jack- son) finally applied to Congress for an appropriation for the use of ‘Letheon’ by the Army and Navy, Willlam C. Dawson, in the Senate, and Alexander H. Stephens, in the House, succeeded in showing that they were trying to exploit what Crawford W. Long, in Georgia, had 12 years before given freely to all the worldi—a ineans to stop the horrible sufferings caused by the surgeon’s knife in necessary major operations. “The claim of Morton is based on the alleged fact that he caused one of his own teeth to be extracted while under ether in the year 1846. He never claimed originality for the sug- gestion, he admitted, and it was proved in court by oath of Dr. Jack- son that Dr. Morton made use of ether after being told by Dr. Jackson that he deemed it of possible utility in dentistry. “Dy. Jackson said that the idea occurred o him while using ether to overcome suffocation caused by some fumes created in a chemieal ex- periment in his laboratory. It has been thought to be likely, however, that this expedient itself was sug- gested to Dr. Jackson by hearing of Dr. Long's experiments, since he has known to have visited Jackson County and was compelled to pass through Jefferson, Ga., on the stage route whenever he went to examine the gold flelds around Dahlonega. He was a mineralogist and had employ- ments which carried him to Dahlon- ega. That whole section was talking about the ether anaesthesia, the new and marvelous deadener of pain in On this polnt c saya n this point an encyclopedia of ether and Dr. Long: &"m:’e:mcumd in several citles in Georgia and claimed to have been the first to use ether as an anaesthetic in surgery in March, 1842. He falled to an. nounce the results at the time, ana Dr. W. T. G. Morton had in the meantime demonstrated its use in Boston.” * ok ¥ ok T would seem, however, that with acceptance of the Long statue by Congress, and its unveiling exer- cises on March 30, linked with the affidavits published by his descend- ants, there would be no further con- troversy as to the discovery of ether as an anaesthetic. Stirring cere- monies will be staged as the statue of Dr. Long, carved from Georgla marble, is given its place in the hall of fame. Senator George Wharton Pepper of Pennsylvania will make a speech of officlal acceptance and will speak also for the University of Penn- sylvania, from which ®r. Long graduated in medicine. Senator Wil- lam J. Harris of Georgia also will speak and, in the presence of Sena- tors, Representatives and _visitors States, mwflumumua 3 other will be made by Dr. { publicly gave him sole credit for it Jacobs of Atlanta, Chancellor Charles | “over .\‘l. Snelling of the University of | La acquaintanc Georgia, Dr. Hugh M. Young of Johns 1in Khaki Hopkins Unlversity and Hospital, - P Baltimors, representing the medical | profession; Dr, Frank K. Boland, prest dent of the Crawford Long Memorial Association; Judge Richard B. Russell, president of the board of trustees of | the University of Georgia, and others. |1 Concerning Dr. Long's operation removing a tumer from the back of | L the neck of his patient, Mr. V'enable— | who submitted to ether with many | misgivings—the two daughtirs of the famous discoverer Miss Emma M. | Long and Mrs. Frances Long Taylor of Athens, Ga., make the following statement: “Dr. Long first used sulphuric ether in surgery March 30, 1842. Upon successful completion of this opera- | olutiona tion he wisely secured affidavits from !settled in M the patient, James 5. Venable, @so | education the patient's relatives and from four|cd. Crawfor itnesses present. This precaution | versity ¢ was pursued by Dr. Long on all A sequent similar occasions as 'nte the Summer of 1846. These affidavits ver were all published in an issue ui tne | 153 Southern Medical Journal in 1849, i “In 1853 the affidavits were exam- ined by the Georgla State Medical Society in Savannah and Dr. Long was advised to submit them for exam- ination to the American Medical As- sociation. In 1854 Dr. Long, in a let- ter to Dr. Paul Eve of Nashville, Tenn., said: ‘I believe 1 have proof in such condition as would satisfy the minds of the delegates to the National Medical Association, which is to meet at St. Louls.' “Dr, Long and Dr. Eve, being ap- prised later that no controversial business would be entered into at that meeting, did not present the proof. In March, 1854, Dr. Charles T. Jack- son, one of the claimants in the ether controvergy and a man of irreproach- able character, visited Athens, the home town of Dr. Long, and person- ally examined the affidavits, and at Jefferson interviewed the witnesses After which, such were his convic- tions of Dr. Long's rights to priority in the use of ether in surgerv he ty, Ga., in 1315 and mater nty schools affor 1t to the 1 re chumme ted medic ty of Pennsylvania, g V.\‘.‘u‘r hospital exp nee 1 | New York C he returned to h native State and located for the pi tice of medicine in Jefferson, Jackson County. There he married and his children were born. He dled June 1 1678, P n late years he moved to Athen seat of the State University, and cpe ated the town's main drug store, ticing medicine on the side. It w this drug store that young Jacobs, today u grateful gradua the teachings of Long, and himse pioneer druggist of Atla all about Dr. ether in surg| Jacobs, with n | B€ons, pharmae known the blessings of ethe | come.to Washington March 20 10 the life-size marlie statue of Craw for| W. Long rolled ucross the floor and put in jts eve ting niche in \|‘ National Hall of Fame, in the rotun . of the United States Capitol Buildine New Use for_r S;;sks. AS masks of the type that pre " tected soldiers during the World War were pressed into service by u crew of workers in London while hunting leaks in the city gas m: hr?- The hazard of the job was inereased by the necessity of working in deep trenches where * vapors had insuf. ficient chance to escape in case flows Long desired only recognition cf his|of considerable pressure were ea- claim. In view of the above stated countered. With the masks, the facts, one can readily percaive that|workers were able to make a thor- no later evidence was necessary to|ough search. establish Dr. Long's claim. = Dr. J e S cobs bases the merit of it upon these 3 e ettt s _':mm,g ,.I,oolu Chemistry Most Popular. rese r. Lon collected and preserved by . LIST of the doctorates (advanced Jacobs' degrees for research) conferred by himself. “A careful perusal of Dr e pamphlets will attest this. Dr. Long | American colleges in 1925 reveais the dlligently safeguarded these ,,m‘.(si!mpresung fact that chemistry fs tar during his lifetime, and since his In the lead, with a total of 244 doetor- death his daughters have done so |ates granted. Zoology is next, with Several times these proofs have|7l. At the bottom of the list are crossed the continent {n order that in- | Mmeteorology, with 0, paleontology, terested physicians and medical so-|With 1, and anthropology, with = cleties might examine them. In 1910 | Physics, thought by many to be chem: Dr. Foy of Dublin wrote requesting {IStry's closest rival, in reality claimed permission for Sir Frederick Hewett, |Only 66 devotees. thelhnlnea;:hellst' of King G;;m,;a, i ——e exhibit them at a great medical con- vention to be held in -London. This New Moon Map. NEW 200-nch map of the maon was an honor which could not be de- A clined, and as they were too valuable is being completed. It will be fs- sued in sections, and it is Intended tnat to be rx:kegdb: “:nall.“ r. J.ong's daughters carried the vellowed. crum- it shall include every known object on bling documents to London, where in | the lunar surface. ¥ rhe duani have two large cases in the British Medical | heen represented with a careful regard Museum they attracted immediate and | for accuracy and literature has been deep attention and won for Dr. Long |ransacked for details. The Mount Wil | 'son photos have also been consulted. recognition from Great Britain.” A Long Way. duating i in the Boston Surgical Journal. “At the time of the ether contro- versy in Congress, Senator Dawson of Georgia, April 15, 1854, when the ap- propriation bill was before the Sen- ate, read a letter from Dr. Jackeon which acknowledged that ‘a Dr. Long from Georgla had undoubtedly used ether before any of the cliimants for the appropriation.’ “The bill was allowed to die, as Dr s x¥ FTER the World War was over and the American troops came o o . First Frosh (in math exam)}—liow sailing home in the Spring of 1919— | far are you from the correct answer most of them landing in New York—a Second Frosh—Two se group of 15 or 20 overseas fighters R utzere’d u:bom ut ubllf in!x: restau- s Lesfi:.nhm nature study-—Lettuce rant of ‘the metropolis. was a|loses eart as long as it keeps its rather convivial occasion, with the ex. head. 1t [}