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Show -6- (Continued from Newsletter) Passing on northwards, we are allowed to look into Catherine's room, with Jeannette's cot to one side; Catherine of course had to move down here to be available day and night to those who need her services. Next the wash room, in gorgeous deep orchid color; here we find the linen cupboards, the wash basins and, believe it or not, the bath tub. For several years the Mission House has had a shower, but this is our first tub, and a luxury beyond all price. Next comes the children's ward, with cribs of assorted sizes. This might be called the Akron Room, as nearly every bit of equipment in it came from Akron, including the oxygen tent, child size, which already has several lives to its credit. Last we come to the turquoise room, a two-bed ward which has been in use probably more than any other as the women's ward, and rna terni ty room. At the very end of the hall is the cupboard for patients' clothing, oxygen supply, and the portable oxygen equipment. We return to the center of the hall, to the main entrance and vestibule where chests and cupboards house the other oxygen tent and various bits of equipment only occasionally used. So ends our tour of inspection. More than one visitor, fascinated by the whole project, has exclaimed, "I'm just dying to be a patient in this lovely place" - to which of course we have to say that we don't accept cadavers! * * * . Important as it is, we mustn't let the acquisition of this neW building crowd out all other news. It is an old story that disaster brings out the best in man, and we have seen many examples of that, but the case of Lee is outstanding. Beer is now legally sold in Bluff, and the new freedom to the Navahos has led to overindulgence, resulting in quarrels and mayhem. Early one Sunday morning came a young man who appeared to have had his eye "kicked out by the gentleman friend." There is no eye specialist among the P.H. physicians on the Reservation, but we telephoned a friend, Dr. Oaks, 300 miles a way. Dr. Oaks said he would be right down in his own plane. Falling snow made that impossible, but he drove his car, cared for the wound with consummate skill, and drove back to his home to meet his Monday morning appointments. Fee? "Glad to do it for the Navahos and for you!" Such heroism gives |