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Show 181 infected pork had been served to all the Greeks in town, due to their custom of going from house to house during the week of feasting. One beautiful young woman died in our hospital after a wracking week of see-sawing temperature swinging from 97° to 105° while her frantic young husband pleaded with us to save her. Fire broke out two doors below the hospital one night while I was on duty alone, the electricity failed, and Dr. Straup went into the street and appealed for help in moving the patients to the theatre across and up the street. Immediately the hospital was a mass of humanity herding through the hallways, and the fourteen fracture cases were foolishly removed first. The fire was controlled before it reached the hospital and they had all to be moved back. It was a night of horror culminated by two deaths and one badly burned person from the fire. One night a young fellow was brought in with every bone in his body broken, his chest like a bag of crushed ice, his face like a pounded steak and his voice clear and strong. When Dr. Richards changed his dressings next morning he said: "Is my left eye gone, Doc?" "I'm afraid so, son. " "Is my right eye gone, Doc?" "Yes, it's gone, " said Dr. Richards. "Don't tell my mother, " the young man said. He was removed to Salt Lake City that day, but died from brain infection through his eyes. |
