A. Stewart MacDonald D.F.C., M.D. C..M.

Needless to say, I got the highest mark in the class, 89%, and the fellow who led all the other classes got 50%. They claimed that he threw the papers down the stairs and wherever one of the papers landed, that was the mark he gave.

At the end of first year in Dalhousie, I had summer work on the wharf in Wood Islands, painting and chipping off rust. One of the workers was always drinking water and I thought of diabetes. When he arrived at my office in Eldon some five years later, I diagnosed his diabetes. He did not have to take needles. He was about 230 lbs. and considered to be the strongest man in the country. If there was anything heavy to lift, he was right there. I can still see him getting in from the thrashing mill, and lifting it so that someone could put a roller under it. Well, he dropped his weight from 230 lbs. to 158 lbs. and his constant thirst for water disappeared; also, he no longer showed signs or tested positive for diabetes. Not a very popular cure for the disease. Not one year ago, a patient told me she had to carry a bottle of water in the car when she went for a drive. I checked her for diabetes and found she was positive.

All the workers in Wood Islands were Liberals, and the Liberals were in power at the time, but I was a friend of the family of the Foreman. He said that as I was a veteran, he would give me a job. The wages were 50 cents an hour. On very windy or rainy days, work stopped. However, it was a pleasant summer, the last one spent in Little Sands. I still have the home there, but I have lost contact with most of the people in the community. We were operating on the next door neighbour a couple of years ago and when Dr. Doug MacDonald asked him if he knew Dr. MacDonald, he denied ever hearing about him, although I had met him once on the Little Sands shore. I had explained to him the small area close to the house that was drilled 2,000 feet in

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