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“How very

An hour later they ascended the steps of the again, I see. What is the matter? Vayle house together. As the door opened, the been trying to arrest my mother?Grant could sound of an angry masculine voice was heard not yet find his tongue to reply. “I can assure through the closed doors of the parlor, and the you that she is not guilty of any crime that I maid who admitted them was white-faced and know of. Mother'—and there was tenderness tearful.

as well as raillery in his tone-"what have you "Oh, Mr. Arthur, sir, you're just in time! been doing?” And, Mr. Anthony, please make them go away! “Perhaps,” said Mr. Anthony, “Mr. Drowne Mrs. Vayle can't stand it much longer.”

can answer your question. He seems to be the “What's the matter, Ellen?” asked Vayle, moving spirit here. By the way, Mr. Drowne, but the girl was too agitated to speak, and the just what is your standing in this affair?" two men entered the parlor.

Now it was Drowne's turn to be silent and conThe angry voice was instantly hushed as the fused. door opened. Three people were standing in the Grant,” said Vayle, “is here in the line of room-a slender, delicate-looking old lady in duty, and he is going to tell us just what that black dress and widow's cap, and two men, Grant duty is. But Drowne"! and Drowne. The officer's hand, raised in some “Drowne, of course, is just paying a social wild gesture, froze immovable; the loud voice was call," said the district attorney. suddenly stilled. Vayle, with a face full of con- odd that it should coincide with Grant's visit in cern, stepped to his mother's side and put a pro- the line of duty!” tecting arm round her. She looked up at him, “I don't think it can be a social call,” obquite self-possessed and fearless.

served Vayle. “Have you ever met Mr. Drowne “These people are insane, I think, Arthur!” before, mother?” Then, seeing her son's fists clench themselves and “No!” she remarked in scorn, “I have never his face flush with anger, she sank her voice to known any detectives!” She had caught her a whisper and added: "Be careful, Arthur, for son's cue and touched Drowne's weak spot. your mother's sake! Remember, my son, remem- “Detectives !” cried Vayle. “Mr. Drowne ber!”

isn't a detective, mother. He's a reporter for Vayle did not need the caution. Already the the Forum.lesson of those anxious hours since the murder “Impersonating an officer,” remarked Mr. Anasserted itself in his mind. Even as his mother thony blandly, as if to himself. “But it's only spoke, he had mastered himself. Here was the i misdenieanor, Vayle, at that." crisis that he had anticipated appearing, as a I never said I was an officer!” protested crisis so often appears, earlier than he had ex- Drowne. pected it. Here were the stage prepared, the

“Then, what are you doing here with Grant ?" actors ready, the chorus, in the person of Drowne, thundered Mr. Anthony. “Did you tell Mrs. sinister and heartless, meditating its future Vayle what your pleasant, genial profession strophes. For the reporter, though surprised and obviously embarrassed, still kept his keen,

“Didn't he tell you his errand, mother?unfathomable eye fixed on the scene, and Vayle

asked Vayle. knew how terribly he could avenge, through his

“No, he hasn't said anything yet. I assumed newspaper, any personal ill-treatment.

that he was an officer of some kind--a plain“Go, mother,” said Vayle. “Leave us to settle this affair. You will exhaust yourself."

clothes man, do you call it?''

“Plain clothes !” snorted Mr. Anthony. “Just “No, my son," was the quiet answer. "I shall

look at them!!! stay until I can manage to understand what these people mean. No, it's no use! No power on

And, indeed, Drowne's delicate pearl-gray suit, earth could get me away from here now!” green tie with jade pin, trousers turned up abVayle urged her, until he caught in her eye

surdly high, revealing green socks above low tan the light of battle. Then, knowing that his words

shoes, and gray Alpine hat, were anything but were useless, he helped her to a chair. The three plain. Mr. Anthony was having his revenge, but other men were still standing, Mr. Anthony gaz- Vayle felt that this last sally was a mistake. ing coolly at Grant and Drowne.

L'npleasant personalities would hardly help in “Not guests, I take it," said the district at- their present situation. torney, as Vayle turned toward him again

“No,'' said he, “Mr. Drowne is certainly a "Why, it's Grant, isn't it? And—let's see- reporter, and, while his duty may lie along with Drowne? Yes, Drowne is its name.

Grant's his legal standing here is questionable." “Grant," said Vayle, "you've been roaring

(To be Continued.)






We have from time to time animadverted upon tlie distressing laziness of the average physician. It is this that “keeps him down.” Of course, the writer would not dare to tell a doctor that he was lazy, when the latter was driving night and day-that is, if he met him “face to face.” But it is one of the privileges of the editor to tell the unpalatable truth, and he can do so with a tolerable degree of safety when he feels that the person he is criticising lives a thousand miles away, and hasn't money enough to pay railroad fare to Chicago.

tution as the Crerar Library. We suspect that the majority of these are engaged in preparing exhaustive original articles and public addresses for other and bigger men to read!

May we express curiosity as to how many real students there are among the physicians of this city, and wonder whether any new Diogenes, searching for these students, would be more successful than the old one?


But to start over again-it is laziness that keeps the average doctor down-intellectual lazi

we mean. Any man will work if he is driven to it. Few men will work simply for the good of their souls. Reading medicine is real work, and it is one of the surest avenues to professional success. It will not replace experience, and it does not give skill to the hand or acuity to the senses. But it gives knowledge, without which there can be no great or lasting success. Now all of this is as trite as it is unpalatable. Every one of you knows he would be a better doctor if he devoted his leisure hours to study. Therefore, why don't you? The answer simply 'is—that you are too -lazy. Will you admit it?

One thing disappoints me, and that is my inability to get any kind of response from the readers of the MEDICAL STANDARD. I have tried to talk to you intimately, about the things of everyilay importance in your work. Either you are interested, or you are not interested. I want to know. I want to get you to take hold of this journal as if it were actually your own, as if you were editing it yourself. Write me about the things you want discussed. Start a discussion. Start a fight-start anything to show that you are alive. If there is anything that discourages an editor, provided he is still under eighty and not blind, deaf and dumb, it is inertia on the part of his readers. Perhaps it's a “habit" in the case of the readers of this journal, but, if so,

it's a durned bad habit. Come, come!

Wake up

If we needed to submit proof that doctors do What shall you write about? Anything that not read to a jury of our peers, meaning thereby interests you is likely to interest other men, and fellow members of the Chicago Medical Society, especially is this true if you write about somewe should simply invite the jury to go with us thing that you know as a result of personal exon a visit to the Senn room in the John Crerar


Tucked away in your brain, gained Library. This is one of the greatest medical from contact with disease, with life and death, libraries in the world, having a collection of you possess as fine a groundwork for a paper, or 50,000 to 100,000 works on medicine. It receives several papers, as any man in your community. about one hundred and fifty of the leading med- Don't try to dig something out of your textical journals. It has a splendid index, making books. Write to us about something you have the contents of the library readily available. seen today, and tell the story while your mind And yet it has only sixty or seventy medical read- is still filled with the problem. While we are ers daily, part of these medical students, and particularly anxious to secure medical articles of some of the balance curious laymen. Of the this kind, that actually live, we shall also be very four thousand physicians residing in Chicago, and much gratified to receive articles of a semi-medthe many hundreds constantly within our gates ical character, upon any subject in which doctors only an inconsequential and hardly countable (as men or women) may be interested. If you minority seem to know there is such an insti- are not a skilled literary worker do not let that interfere with your trying your hand. Do it any- from “the common herd,” who at present get how. 'Wake up! Wake up!

no hearing, have no chance, although there is a 快快快

rising tide of protest, as exemplified in some of While the MEDICAL STANDARD is an independent

our state medical societies—that of Illinois, for journal, it is not nor has it ever been opposed

instance. Democracy is what we want. Don't to organization. We believe that the physicians you want it? The spirit' we want to see exof this country should get together for mutual emplified in actual practice is that exemplified in benefit and mutual strength. On the other hand

Kipling's poem: we believe they should refuse to be exploited by

Now this is the law of the Jungle, as old and as anyone and should demand that their societies

true as the sky; should represent the mass, not the few. The

And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, trouble with the American Medical Association,

but the Wolf that shall break it must die. as now conducted, is that it is a mutual admira

As the Creeper that circles the tree-trunk, so tion society consisting of about one hundred "fel

the Law runneth forward and back; lows"—the rest of the medical world being ex- For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and pected to admire that select and sanctified group

the strength of the Wolf is the Pack. from a safe and respectful distance. The great majority of the profession has just about as much Again the drama—the movies, of course! I chance of deciding or even influencing the poli- have been edified and instructed by a chiropraccies of the Association as it has of settling the tic thriller, which with melodramatic directness war with Mexico.

and charlatanic inaccuracy aimed to show the

people how incompetent and intolerant ordinary What we need is a spirit of interdependence.

doctors are. At least that is the lesson this pic

ture tried to teach. The scenario runs something The great men of the profession should realize

like this: that they need the "file" of the profession as much as the "file" needs the "rank.” The

A young and promising doctor is seen in his interest of one is the interest of all; and par

laboratory leaning over an astounding assortment ticularly is it desirable that the average doctor

of test tubes and crucibles, distilling Heaven

knows what. The walls are lined with bottles, should have an income sufficient to his needs enough to eat, buy comfortable clothing, a home, evidently borrowed from a druggist's shelves. an automobile, send his children to college, pro

The usual "grinning skull" on the table. In vide for books, music, vacations, post-graduate

the next scene the doctor is caught in the act of courses-anything, in fact, he may need to make

fact, he may need to make embracing the governor's daughter. The govhim a better and happier man. Our big fellows

ernor comes in at the psychologic moment and are altogether too busy reforming the little congratulates the happy pair. Blessings all fellows. They have looked after their own inter

around and everything lovely. Then the film ests with a thoroughness that wins our admira

shows the governor reading from a newspaper tion, but not our respect-witness all this hulla- announcing the possible passage of a bill to baloo over "fee-splitting”; yet what they actu- legalize a form of drugless healing. He informs ally know about the problems of the masses is

some of his medical friends, who are providennot enough to deserve a paragraph; or, if they

tially present, that he will veto such a bill if do know, they have kept discreetly silent.

it is passed.

Back to the doctor again, who is sitting at the 快快快

side of a patient alleged to be critically ill. He Therefore—why doesn't our great Association looks sadly at an 8-ounce bottle of a suspicious take the "little fellows' into partnership in this looking liquid, which he holds in his hand, and thing? Why doesn't it interest itself in their remarks, “No drug ever made could save a case most intimate problems, of which the making a like this." living is not the least? Why doesn't it give them a chance to help decide the questions in

The next section of the film shows the doctor which many of them are so keenly interested? back in his office. He is badly shaken by the Why does it insist—as it practically does—that loss of his patient. Just then a boy brings in the city must dominate the country? Why an invitation to attend a clinic held by the drugdoesn't it introduce at least the spirit of the less healers. He throws it aside in disgust, then initiative and referendum, if not the thing itself? remarks that no true physician should reject We have no axes of our own to grind in this without investigation, anything that is of prommatter. We just want to see fair play and hear ise to the sick. He looks at his watch and being just in time, goes at once to the clinic, where he thrust. "A-ah villains, I will foil ye yet!" He is received with open arms. A row of low tables swings open the door, and invites the skeptical and of gentlemanly operators is in the fore members of the faculty to enter. The patient ground. One of the operators is seen administer is sleeping peacefully.

is sleeping peacefully. Saved, by jing! Even ing the "chiropractic thrust," secundum artem. the doctors admit that a miracle has been per

Evidently the young doctor was impressed, for formed. in the next view he is “trying it on the dog.” A canine is brought in by a youngster who wants

Next scene.

The governor has signed the chihis pet brought to life. This doesn't seem easy, ropractors’ bill-Q. E. D.—or words to that efsince the dog is evidently well doped with chlore

fect. Love's young dream comes true.

Kisses tone-paralyzed, so to speak. However, all

- lights turned low. Curtain. things are easy to the chiropractic—at least in the movies. Next piece of film representing a period two hours later (of course taken first), P. S. It pays to advertise. If you desire pubshows the dog as good as new. “Chiropractic licity don't forget the movies. thrust" did it all.

* * *

HOW TO FISH. The young doctor is now an enthusiastic con

By Strickland Gillilan. vert to the system of drugless healing. But a

A slaty river riffled with a wind that's from the triple-dyed trinity of villains-doctors, of course south: are on his trail.' They accuse him of having A hummock high and dry beside some tributary's

mouth, deserted the ancient paths, and of following the

Where pours the clear, food-laden tide into the larger new method. He is summoned before the Med

streamical Board, and his license taken away! That That is the time, the place and all to sit and fish

and dream. such a thing never happened to any decent physi

(I've been so told by fishers old, who claimed they cian for such a cause is, of course, of no impor

knew the game, tance—so the lie goes. People who attend the

But they were liars by the clock, and I can prove

the same. movies will never know the difference.

For tho the rules they thus lay down are fine for Hard times follow for our young medico-chi- dreams de luxe, ropractic. The governor breaks the engagement.

The fisher's lucky as a dog if he gets back his hooks.) He is driven from his sweetheart's door. Everything is all off. We sympathize with him deep

An old snag, by the flood dislodged, its horrent roots

in air, ly. Again Providence takes a hand. His fiancee

With cornfield wash and foamy drift caught round becomes very ill. The doctors fail to give relief. it everywhere, A consultation is called, and she becomes worse

With shadowy depths and cozy nooks where crafty than ever. They tell the governor that she has

bass may hide,

And redeye, perch and channel cat may shun the but two hours to live. Then the news of her rushing tide. condition is brought to our hero. “I could save (That is the sort of spot I ort to fish in, so they her," he cries, “I have cured many more des


I found it, and I fished and fished till all my worms perate cases than hers." He thrusts a revolver

were dead. into his hip pocket, and rushes out with his fold

And all I got was two craw-dad, a mussel and a ing chiropractic table under his arm. Hero to chubthe rescue. Villains, beware!

I'm laying for those wise guys now, and laying with

a club.)

Now the climax! The brave young chiroprac

When I am old and past my prime, when young men tic is seen in the governor's house, where the

would not strike me,

I'll settle by some stream somewhere with other physicians have just broken the news of the im- dotards like me, pending death of his daughter to his excellency. And tell the gullible who camp beside that limpid He evades the physicians and rushes toward the

streak sickroom. They intercept him. He draws his

Just where to fish and how to fish within that fish

less creek. trusty six shooter and drives them back. Now

I'll tell of how I used to bow beneath the loads I he is at the bedside of his betrothed. The fold- caught, ing table is expeditiously arranged, the patient is When I was young and full of pep and when I went placed upon it, and while the villainous dis

and sought

A mess o' fish. But as I tell the others what to do pensers of pills-now aided by the police—batter I'll have my fingers firmly crossed, to show my talk’s at the door he applies the magical chiropractic untrue.

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There is an abandonment of all previous Dercum closes a keen analysis and critique of standards. The mind is unhinged and takes the Freudian scheme of psychanalysis with the refuge in mysticism. The real gives place to following summing up of modern mystical the unreal, the beautiful to the unbeautiful, the tendencies. We quote from the Journal of the wholesome facts of life to the morbid untruths American Medical Association:

of disease; actual experiences are belied by The psychology of insanity, the psychologic pathologic illusions; the evidences of the senses interpretation of the symptoms, is one thing, are replaced by the phantasms of exhaustion. psychanalysis is another. The psychology of in- To the jaded and blasé psychopathic patient, to sanity is a legitimate field of inquiry, though the chronic hysteric, psychasthenic, hypochonfrom the very nature of the subject its results driac or what not, to the patient who has tried must be largely speculative. Psychanalysis, on all sorts of procedures, psychanalysis presents the other hand, is a cult, a creed, the disciples something new, something interesting, something of which constitute a sect. To be admitted to pruriently exciting. its brotherhood, it is merely necessary that the Of course, such a procedure must have its novice should be converted to the faith, not that vogue; indeed, it bids fair to acquire, as have he should be convinced by scientific proof; for other mystic mehods, an epidemic character. none such is possible. If the convert claims that That physicians are found not unwilling to profhe has found psychanalysis followed by cures, it by the material advantages of such an epihe places himself side by side with those who demic is both sad and true, though happily the claim cures by means of hypnotism, divine heal- members of this sect form as yet but a very ing, Christian Science and like procedures. small percentage of the general body of physi

Psychanalysis is an outcome of the general cians. Indeed, very few prominent names apmystic tendency of the modern world. Oc- pear among its votaries. Just at present two, cultism and symbolism in art, music, literature perhaps, are especially in the limelight, Bleuler and the drama-cubism, futurism, modernism, the and Jung. The case of Bleuler, because of the problem play—are all expressions of this tend position which he holds at Zurich, is particularly ency.

On what basis are we to explain such to be regretted. In so profoundly neuropathic phenomena ? Factors which influence the social an affection as dementia praecox, he gives to condition, the mode of living, of great masses of psychanalysis the first, if not the only, place in people, all have to do with this psychopathic treatment. Further, as Hoche points out, he is tendency. Among them we may enumerate the responsible for the fact that in Switzerland tostrain of modern living, the strain of the adapta- day ministers practicing psychanalysis tion required by rapid rise in social level with among their flocks, and women school-teachers its unaccustomed demands and new dissipations, among their pupils! As regards Jung, the world the strain of the struggle of those who have cannot but look on his recent explanations, not yet achieved their goal, and to this we apologies and “sublimations” as in the nature should add the lateness of marriage and the of a retreat, a retreat which began last summer difficulties of living a normal, a physiologic, a at the International Medical Congress in Loncomplete life. Under these circumstances the don, and which, though adroit, is none the less less stable and weaker minds lose their moorings. a retreat, the end of which is merely a matter That which is old and has perhaps been ac- of time. quired slowly, with difficulty and at great, cost The prophecy can with safety be ventured is forgotten. Truth is rejected for no other that psychanalysis will in due course pass away, reason than that it is old. New things are ac- will in due course be a matter of history and it cepted for no other reason than that they are will then take its place side by side with other


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