A. Stewart MacDonald D.F.C., M.D. C..M. l walk through the tunnel. He said “I only want an aspirin.

I thought they could do that, on the request of the Dean of Medicine.”

l After we finished up all our interning at the end of l the fifth year, we had to have oral exams, as we had written exams at the end of fourth year. Now they graduate the students and give them MD’s and they are called Doctors while they go through the next two years of internship.

I certainly did not enjoy the final exams - one of the first was in surgery. We had a cranky, old examiner from Cape Breton. When Friend Herring came out of his room,

I was standing by the door ready to enter, and I asked him what questions he was asking. He said, ”the several lumps of the breast.” I had a book ready and checked them all out. When I went into the room, that was his first question, so I, like a sucker, rhymed off the six and how to treat them, instead of stumbling through. Did he ever get mad, knowing that I was forewarned. When he called off, I thought he was going to fail me, until he said in the most apologetic tone, “Do you know my son?" who was one of my Residents, and he kept talking about him and I had no more hard questions.

The next exam was in medicine. The Dean and the former Dean were asking the questions. One of the staff men was telling that day, that the day before his exams the Dean kept calling him ”Charlie” but when he went into the examining room, the first question was, ”What is your name?” as if he never met him. I was wondering how he would act after I had treated him as a patient, and all our conversations about Air Force, as he had been a Pilot in World War 1. His first comment was, ”OK, here is the blood sucker (after all the times I took blood from him). As the clock was running, I inquired of him about his health, which he took some time explaining. Then he

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