A. Stewart MacDonald D.F.C., M.D. C..M. for shipyard workers, in the North of Halifax, where one could still see the effects of the Halifax Explosion. In fact, the place where the two ships had collided was directly opposite our three room apartment. We were close to the harbour where the aircraft carrier Magnificent was anchored. About a month and a half after starting my Medical , courses, I was called to the office where X-rays were checked and to my great horror, he put up the X-ray on the board and said, ”I am afraid Mr. MacDonald, your career in medicine is over,” as there was a large TB cavity present. After my discharge from the Army in the first year of the war, I almost fainted — the shock was worse than all the flak thrown up at me in World War 11. After he was telling me how I would have to leave, as I was a danger of spreading the disease, I was thinking ”How are my poor wife and child going to survive?" and I had no money for their support. Suddenly, a load greater than Hercules ever carried - I looked down and there was Stewart Y. MacDonald on the X—ray, and when I pointed that out to him, after they had advised my landlady that I could have spread the disease, did he apologize? No, he started giving me a talk in how I had to be careful not to get X-rays and histories mixed up. Then he got my X-ray and he said I had a small TB scar but it was all healed. Five years later I showed the same X—ray I found, in rooting through the old files, put it before him on the examining table, as I was the intern at the Sanatorium; I was always showing X-rays before him. He said the X-ray was negative. I pointed the small Gohn lesion to him and he said, ”You never report these, as all they ever do is to make trouble.” We had five classes; two were with the same professor, who was always giving low marks and failing students. He was the greatest menace to the teaching 135