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

a Mafia member from New York. It turned out that he was a doctor from Newfoundland, and he wanted to practice the next day. l was glad that my wife was not alone in the house when he rang the bell.

I took him into the office to talk. He was a pleas- ant young man whose car had been written off earlier that evening on the road in Nova Scotia. He came here straight from that site after buying a second-hand car. Although it was after midnight, he became registered for the next day, before taking on a new practice for the summer. I did not hear any complaints of his medical practice during his stay on the Island.

I never saw the inside ofa court room and never called on the help ofa lawyer to get the Medical Council out of trouble.

I have had many pleasant trips on behalf of the Council, and I received a certificate of appreciation from the Canadian Medical Council in Ottawa for attendance at the meetings ofthe council from 1968 to 1987.

There were other meetings ofthe Council held in different towns in Canada, as well as one which was held in Bermuda. My wife was able to attend many ofthem. In Bermuda, we were on the bottom fioor ofthe hotel. Al- though American money was honoured there, I also had about $200.00 of Canadian money in my wallet, as we were staying in Toronto, both coming and going.

The weather was superb, and it was our habit to have the door to a patio open with the screen locked, so we could enjoy the sun by day and the fresh air through the night. I awoke one morning to see a small hole in the screen, the size ofa finger. When I looked for my wallet, all the Cana- dian money was gone.

Fortunately, I had a couple of hundred dollars in American money in a memo book in an inside coat pocket,

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