A, Stewart MacDonald D.F.C., MD. C..M. j the end, for he got a good pension. j My next trip to Ottawa, his way of telling me that it was not my job to get pensions was to say, "You should i have been here a few months ago when the medical examining doctors were saying, ’Who does that SOB of a doctor in Charlottetown think he is.”’ I took the hint. Another time, all the S.T.M.O.'s were having a meeting, talking about sore backs and discs. I used to do surgery on discs with Dr. DeLima, and he had a book just on discs, which I studied from page to page. All the questions that came up, I knew the answers. It was just luck, as I had just finished the book. When I got home to Charlottetown, I received a memo that the conference was assessing the S.T.M.O.’s, and that I got an A, the highest degree for knowledge. When I worked as the S.P.M.E. and the S.T.M.O., there were two offices in the Dominion Building. I not only had to examine patients for treatment, but I also had to keep a pharmacy, in which we delivered drugs to patients and also by mail. Although the clerk, Chester Donovan, measured out the drugs, I was responsible for any errors. The Department of Veterans Affairs would send an inspector to check all the drugs. We called him Kill Joy. We had a big storage area where we transferred the drugs we needed to the pharmacy. One night, we knew Kill Joy was in Charlottetown, and we five department employees went over all the drugs in the storehouse. We knew from experience, that if we were a bottle of drugs short, or if we had a couple of extra bottles in the pharmacy, we were in for severe criticism. The next day, he could not find a mistake. One time in New Brunswick, he could not find a mistake and he had sent the drug squad crew down, as he felt there must be some shady grey area present. 169