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After many years of wanting to be a Doctor, I got my chance when the government paid you a day for a day spent in World War II. The government also paid your tuition. I did not have enough time in the RCAF, but if one’s marks were in the upper 25 per cent of the class you could continue on for seven years, but if you had a Supplementary (failure below 50%) in any class, you paid your own way. At the time, I was married but my wife was an excellent asset; otherwise I don’t think I could have made it. When I was getting ready for Dalhousie, I had to get to the top of the class in order to get into the University, as there were about 35 others wanting to get in. The University took 58 out of nearly 600 applications - the lowest mark accepted that year was 76, a student from Newfoundland, who failed the first year. I had to study hard to keep in the upper 25% and never have a Supplementary exam. I was lucky enough to go through my nine years in College and University without the dreaded Supplementary.

After going to Little Sands on weekends and working in Income Tax during the summer, I still remember my great joy when I went after the mail in Little Sands, to get that letter telling me that I was accepted as a medical student. Houses were scarce in Halifax, and my wife and daughter had to stay with her mother in Falmouth, Nova Scotia until, Orville, later Senator Phillips who was a classmate in Prince of Wales College, and who was taking Dentistry told me about an apartment in Dartmouth. We moved into Dartmouth, and I had to travel the ferry each day. I applied for an apartment at the Veterans’ houses in Mulgrave Park, former housing

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