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

any great happenings of that year. How I wished I had

1 kept some type of a diary. There is always the wear and tear of the mind at the age of 86 years, to recall the small events of life.

I returned for 3rd year in Dalhousie a much heavier and stronger man. To my wife’s disgust, I put a full trunk of clothes on my back, carried it downstairs and about 100 feet to the storage room. The next spring to get it back, even with a helper on the other end, we had some trouble returning it.

In 3rd year we were studying more about the science of medicine, obstetrics, etc., and did not have much to do with patients. I saw one delivery, and sneaked to the gallery and watched an operation. This was the year which I considered the foundation for a medical career. I cannot recall any marked happenings that year that are still circulating in my mind.

At the end of 3rd year, I went to Ottawa on a research course. I decided to study Polio which was raging that year. I saw 168 cases of acute polio, and had ample time to study in the library of thousands of magazines from all over the world. There was nothing to keep me from reading about other facts in medicine. After a couple of months of studying, I was given a new Chev car to travel any place within 500 miles of Ottawa. Friend Herring from Murray River, who was my partner all through Medical school, was allowed to come along. We examined a house on each side of the polio victims, and the house across the way. It was good training in going into strange houses and meeting with the people. I was impressed with the German communities whose people always had good English. We had some difficulty in interpreting some of the other communities.

Poliomyelitis — somehow we never had any thought

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