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Journal of the OUTDOOR LIFE

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JAMES SMITH FORD, AN APPRECIATION

By J. S. WOOLLEY, M.D., LOOMIS, N. Y.

of new

"His life was gentle and the elements

Sanatorium at Wallingford, Conn., which So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up

offered larger opportunities. Here he And say to all the world, “This was a man!'"

rapidly developed his abilities and made In the death of Doctor James S. Ford, a host of friends. Senior Assistant Physician at the Loomis In the Spring of 1917 Doctor Ford Sanatorium, on November 21st, 1918, came to the Loomis Sanatorium and the Sanatorium loses a much beloved shortly became its Senior Medical Asphysician and friend. After a very short sistant in which capacity he faithfully illness, he died of epidemic influenza served that institution until his death. contracted while on a trip to New York, On May 29th, 1918, occurred his marwhere he was attending a demonstration riage to Miss Eleanor A. McI. Jones of

X-ray processes. The great Keading, Pa., and Baltimore, Md., the sense of loss and grief felt by his many happy culmination of a long attachment. friends have inspired these few lines. Doctor Ford endeared himself to his

Doctor Ford was born in Newark, friends in so many ways that we can not N. J., thirty-three years ago. He was a hope to enumerate his many wonderful graduate of St. Francis Xavier College qualities in this short space. His sweetof New York and received his medical ness of character, purity of soul and degree from the College of Physicians buoyancy of spirit perhaps stood out and Surgeons, Columbia University, in above all the rest. Of ill health it almost 1910. Failing health compelled him to seemed that he had more than his share, give up his work at the Newark City but even this failed to discourage him. Hospital and he went directly to Tru- He always was looking forward to betdeau, that natural haven for the medical ter and bigger things. The war found man, in 1911. After a protracted con- his patriotism intense and compelling. valescence, he regained partial health and While at Loomis he was very active in then determined to make Sanatorium the Red Cross and Liberty Bond camwork his career. During his stay at Tru- paigns and he also found time to serve deau he was naturally influenced by its his government in other ways. fine traditions and teaching spirit and the In the treatment of pulmonary tuberwarm friendships formed there remained culosis by artificial pneumothorax Docunbroken until his death.

tor Ford was a recognized authority. He Doctor Ford began his sanatorium became a most skillful operator and simcareer as Assistant Physician to the plified the technique of this often lifeSanatorium Gabriels in the Adirondacks. saving operation. At the time of his Here he interested himself particularly death he was completing an extended in the study and use of artificial pneumo- article on pneumothorax for medical thorax which was then just coming into publication which was to supplement an vogue.

earlier product of his pen on the same In 1914 he went to the Gaylord Farm topic. He also contributed several articles which had to do with other phases of and convincing from the viewpoint of cotuberculosis.

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operation between the patient and physiDoctor Ford was a firm friend and cian. These articles were originally desupporter of the JOURNAL OF THE livered as lectures to the patients of the OUTDOOR LIFE. He contributed to the Gavlord Farm Sanatorium. JOURNAL both in articles and as

As editor of the Question Box his ciate editor of the Question Box. Many sympathetic and helpful answers to the will remember his encouraging and sus- numerous queries that have come to him, taining article "Optimism and Backbone some of them puzzling in the extreme, in Tuberculosis” which was his first con- have endeared him, even though he was tribution to its pages. It was character- unknown, to many of the readers of the istic of the man to inspire confidence. JOURNAL His other contributions were the “Obligation of the Discharged Sanatorium And so passes a much beloved friend, Patient" and the “Relations of the Sana- a wise counselor and an accomplished torium and the Patient," both helpful physician.

RAMBLINGS AND REVERIES*

BY A. W. BURGESS

SOMEWHERE-IN-BED, L. S. A.

Jan. 1, 1919. What though your neck shall never know the

thrill of baby arms? What though your heart shall never glow to

wifely charms? What though you slip all earth's despond, And seek the brighter realms beyond, And know no touch of homeMust you complain? Not so! Reirain! Know, that so to roam, disconsolate, nomad, Has been the choice of millions gone before, Who every gift of life hadAnd will be again as long as men are clean

at core, And spurn dishonest love. Who claims the man should act the man, Nor press a weakling's claim, Or seek to shunt upon his God the onus of his

shame. God's not to blame : His law has been the same, since ocean bore

dry-land, And senseless sod and sentient man Here one beneath His hand; Has been the same since mani, a clod, Ruled all creation with a nod, And yet within him felt the stir of yearning,

and of aweAwe oi mighty carth, who gave him birth,

Ind mothered him, Awe oi the tiny atom for the massy whole; Yearning spring of strange, sweet stirrings,

nell, that filled and almost smothered him, Yearnings that announced a growing soulHas been the same unchanging law since God,

indulgent sire, First watched that soul, His breathe'd fire,

* This is the last of the series of "Ramblings and Reveries by Jr. Burgess, whose death nounced in the November number.

Bid man of clay to heights aspire-
Fill man of mud with pure desire -
And wake an ego, boundless, dire, that feared

not een His own dreadiret a Yes, that law has been the

same,

world old, yet ever new, Since mateless man so restless grew That from his side a rib God drew, And made him mate, and blessed the two; Has been the same since that great day, When 'neath the levin's awful play Great God as priest blazed clear the way, and

gave them cach to cach; And periect marriage there first made 'Twixt perfect man and perfect maid, With, who shall say, what speech. And yet, what speech now need ye, Ye, weak, who break His law, Ye would not more convinced be, If ye were there and saw, When He joined the twain, all perfect, Who made them free of flaw, And set aloft in splendor His holy mating law; When He joined the twain, all perfect, And bade them take the earth, And fill it, they two, perfect, With sons of perfect birth.

REMEMBER: All the crimes are not on the statute hook, nor are all the skunks in the woods.

Ilho sacrifices innocence and ignorance on the altar of love, comunits a heinous crime, and shames the skunk. He is no man.

To face a word clear-cued is man's right: to marry the woman of his choice his priz'ilege; to safeguard posterity his duty. The real man, no malter what his condition or station, fights for his rights, holds sacred his privileges, and heter shirks his duties. For your own sake be a mani.

l'ours in sport, A. IT'. B.

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EDITORIAL NOTE

N'ith this article the JOURNAL introduces its readers to a new writer, R. Hal MacPherson. Mr. MacPherson begins a series of experiences in taking the cure at Saranac Lake and elsewhere in dialect. Those who have read Ring Lardner's stories will be impressed with the clever manner in which Mr. MacPherson has imitated him. The editor, feels confident that the readers of the JOURNAL will welcome this new series.

“ W E L L SID -'

By R. HAL MACPHERSON

or

MONTREAL, CAN., Oct., 1918. Dear Sid:

I guess you was surprised to hear from Gert that I was goin' to take a holiday for a month or two. You see Sid I had not been feelin' just up togi the snuff as the sayin' is, and I had went to see the Dr. 1 or 2 times and he give me a tonic and some little pils to build me up, as he says. Them pils was hustlers, Sid, but the tonic did not do me no good at all so I says to myself on the spurs of the moment- kind of repulsive like"I'll go around and have it one way other with this here Mr. D. Ope."

So last wk. I takes a extra hour of for lunch one day and 2 p. m. finds me ringin' the bell and walkin' in and waitin' like it says so on the little tag-day souveneer hangin' out on the door handle. I didn't have long to waite neither for about 12 hour later he come out smilin' and rubbin' the lemen merang off his vest front.

"Did you wish to see me?" says he.

"Not at 2 bucks a look," I says. “I'd like to here you talk some, too, if it don't come to high."

Well Sid, we went into an other room an I set down while he laid down in one of them bank president chairs and swung around to give me a better view.

"What's the matter with you?" says he. “Too many cascarets," I says.

He kind of smiled an I seen him fumblin' for a tooth pick.

“I guess you been readin' Hoover," I says. Well Sid, to make a story short, he shunted me in behind a little fire screene and when I come out in a suit of under where put on special for the occasion, he was sizin' me up and smiln' kind of amused like. He seen I was actin' like I wasn't used to this here undress perade stunt and he come over set me down one of them little chairs ncar the desk

“Rather dishabilly," he says smilin'.

“Oh very". I

says. “Pom de tare aint the word for it."

"Your rigt there,” he says.

Well Sid, he went all over me with one of them little soundboxes and stuck his fingers in all my ribs and after I had sang myseli horse countin' him out at the plate, he leave me go and cuddle up to that dinkey little fire screne again while I put myself back within the law.

Say Sid, I wisht you could of heard them questions he ast me when I come out. And him writin it all down on a peace of paper.

Was my father dead? And if not, why not?

Had my grandmother got faults tecth: And was she as ugly as me.

Did my mother ever have a hang-nail? And was I any relation to Andrew Carnegie? Honest, Sid, them fellas is the limit on information.

Well, when he got done, I seen it was time for me to brake away so I says.

"What do you think, Doc? Will I live to see Xmas?"

"Oh" he laffed. “It aint so bad as all that. A trip to the mts.-say Saranac Lake--for a couple of monthes will fix you all 0. K."

"Yes," I says, "it would fix me all right. I'd starve when I got there."

“Oh," he says, “It aint so expensive. You could do it on $20 a wk.”

Well Sid, it comes out that I got to go to the mts. for a couple of monthes or lam in danger of gettin' week lunged. So the Dr. gives me the names of some folks up their and a letter to some Dr. Stout in Saranac who, he says, will look after me up there. If he's half as good looker-after as this here guy, Sid, its goin' to take about 40 bucks instead of no measley $20 per wk.

Well, I pays this guy his fea and he give me back a nickle for car fare and I hits the pavement for the office, Well Sid. I will write you from Saranac Lake ain't robbed again nor nothin' happens in the meantime to the contrary. Give my love to Gert and thank her for them cigars she sent me. Tell her they was fine but a woman shouldn't never ought to buy cigars for a man, Sid. Them things is what you might call personal and how would she like if I was too buy her a present of some of them frilly things what nobody—but never mind. You know what I mean Sid. You tell her they was fine. The janitor says there 0. K. and if he dont know, who does. Eh Sid?

Yours friend,

JIM.
SARANAC LAKE, N. Y., U. S. A.

Oct., 1918.
Dear Sid:

Well Sid, hear I am at last. I arrive here last Tues. P. M. and beleive me, old man, I thought for a wile they was not goin' to leave me get acros the U. S. boarder. You know Sid, them dam Migration fellers. I wisht you could of seen that there Migration Inspecter tryin' to ball me up Sid, and doin' his dammest to get me to admit I was a German or a pacifist or a Republican or somethin'. But as you see by the headin', hear I am in spit of all there effarts. But you will want to here all about it, I suppose, old man, so I will tell you how it come up.

Well Sid, we was about 40. mi. from Malone and still in Canada when a big bull toed ugly lookin' guy come in and started to pick a scrap with the fella settin' in front me. I was just gettin interested when all of a sudden, he quit bullyin' him and come over and set down in the seat opposate me. Well, we was givin' each other the doubl o and I noticed he had brass buttons and a big gold eagle on the front of one of them fancy lids. I seen right away he must of been the house detective, Sid, or some other big noise in that class. So while I'm lookin' at him, all of a sudden the cork pops

"Where you goin'?" says he.

"Well," I says, “I'm a good Catholic and I believe in Hell, but I'm young yet and I ain't worryin' about the future."

But I didn't get no laff from him Sid. He begun to look like he had been bit by a mad dog and as I ain't partial to bein' entertained by no immitation of the rabbies, I sobers up.

I says "I am entertainin' great hopes of makin' a breif somnambulation in Saranac."

"What are you," he says, "U'. S.?"
"No," I says, “I'm an R. C.”

"I mean are you an American citizen?" he says, showin' a crack in his face.

“Not me," I says. "I'm a Canuck. Heigt6 ft. 2 in. W'aight-192 pds. Waiste-38. Bust-"

“Yes," he says, interuptin'. "All right. Are you diseased?"

"No," I says. “Are you?"
"Not much,' says he grinnin'.

"I'm Democrat."

"You dont get no bill of health for that, do you?" I says.

"Don't you worry,” says Mr. Inspector.

"They ain't nothin' sick about us Democrats.”

"No," I says, “not from the neck down.” Honest Sid, if all Democrats is like that guy, the Republicans must of been doped in 1916. But they ain't, Sid. I was just kiddin'. It don't seem to make no difference over hear wether they are one or the other. There all pullin' together on the big point Sid, and I ain't seen neither one nor the other what had any love for the Kaiser or his baby boy. They ain't no use fightin' over pussy's milk when the sausage hound's in the back yard waitin' for a peace of cat meat. An I ain't seen the hound yet as a husky tom

cat couldnt lick. Eh Sid?

Well Sid, I and the Inspector was just gettin' ready for a nother political meetin' when he suddenly remembers he's gotta get off at Malone and he ain't got to much time. He straigtens up sudden and looks me over again.

"What you goin' to Saranac for?" he says brisk like.

"Goin' to see my kid," I says. "He's sick and

“All right," says he, gettin' up. “Your O. K.”

God forgive me for the lie, Sid. You know I only been married two monthes. Anyway, he don't know that, and any way, what if he did? He's a Yank. He don't know conditions in Canada.

Well Sid, I hear him up the car fightin' with the other passgrs and once and a wile I gets a cuss word or to and I'm thinkin' there must of been a couple of Turkish refuges or maybe a Republican or to aboard. Pretty soon he come back and set down in my seat again.

"Thinkin' about that sick kid of yourn?" he asks, smilin' sympathetic.

"Yes," I says, sighin.

“He must be prety young to have the trouble," he says.

"You said something," I says, "and that ain't no lie."

I'll say so, eh Sid? I seen he was not such a bad fella at the bottom and prety soon we was chattin' a way like we was partners in crime. He told me all about the SmithWhitman bout and all the main pts. how Woodrow and W. J. Bryan won the big fight in the last round with a dam sharp sword in one hand and a Smith Premier in the other. And at that Sid, theys lots more stronger arguments than them what can be wrote by a tipewriter and old Woody aint no slouch neither about puttin' them arguments in the propper place and at the rigt time. Eh Sid?

Well Sid, I arrive here pretty late and I hadn't no more'n lit on the plateform when too fellers grabs me and throws me bag and all into one of them rattely buses and when I come to I was bein helped up the front steps of this here hotel where I am at now. I guess they must of knew I was a sick man, eh Sid, or they would not never have tackeld

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me cause I aint no baby when I'm striped for action and my health is 0. K. I guess you know, eh Sid?

Well, I limpt up to the desk and when the clerk seen me comin' he picks up a pen neb, sharpens his teeth on a tooth-pic and acts genneraly like he was gettin' ready for a set-to.

“Can you give me a room?" I says.

He coughs and looks me over careful like he was a undertaker survayin' his first job.

"Have you got the trouble?" he enquires pleasant like.

"No," I says, "she went home to her mother when we closed up the flat.”

"I mean have you got T. B.?" he says.

"Yo," I says, "nor the D. T.'s neither, but lookin' very long at you, you can't never tell what might happen.'

Well Sid, he seen he couldn't kid me

Honest Sid, I wisht you could of saw the room they give me. Gettin' undresed in hear makes a Pullman car seem like Buckinham Pallace and I don't dare stoop down Sid, for fear the door'll slam and spoil my new pants. Never mind old man, I ain't worryin' none over one night. Bordin' house for yourn truly tomorrow Sid an' I hope this finds you 0. K. and tell Gert I liked them snaps fine. She ain't so good lookin' as she ust to be though and tell her to take more scenerey Sid, and leave this here portrit stuff alone. She aint bilt for it. Gerts a fine girl Sid and you was luckey to get her when her looks was 0. K. but her looks is more for comfort than for speed now, eh Sid, though there aint nobody could never say she was downright obscene. Write soon old man.

As per ever,

JIM.

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TWENTY T. B. TIPS

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on your feet is to get off your feet.
Sit down in a chair-and stay there.
Keep out of indoors, whenever possible.
The best thing for a bad lung is a good head.
Conscientiously, courageously and consistently chase the cure."
Your best asset is a cheerful disposition.
If you want an emblem, let it be the Bachelor's Button.
Rest means total relaxation, which is best attained flat on the back, preferably outdoors.
As long as you can eat you can fight T. B.
Do what your doctor tells you (but to play safe get a T B doctor).
Keep your mouth closed and breathe through the nose.
One meaning of T. B. is toothbrush--use it night and morning; another is “the bath”—don't

neglect it.
Always wash the hands before eating.
I raw egg in the milk is worth two in the cake.
The best tonic is a cold chest bath every morning.
The man who most needs expert advice is the one just entering a sanatorium-and the man

just leaving one.
Three things I know of, aye four: Rest, good food, fresh air and-REST.
Banish the broom; boil the milk; beware of the fly.
Read the JourNAL OF THE OUTDOOR LIFE.
And DON'T FORGET YOU'RE A LU'NGER.

FRANK T. KOONS, BALTIMORE, MD.

HEALTH THROWN AWAY

Out in my little shanty

I am fighting day by day, Trying so hard to recover

The health I threw away.
I didn't know its value,

Had never thought of its worth,
But now I would give to have it back

Everything else on earth.

Nor give up the fight for one day,
For I am going to win back, if it be God's will,

The health I threw away.
Maybe some day I can be useful,

If I bide my Lord's own good time,
For 'tis true if there were no vallers,

There would be no joy hills to climb.
Lord, help me to be patient,

And faithful, day by day,
That you may give me back again
The health I threw away.

Ernest Z. JOHNSON,

San Angelo, Texas.

I know men are needed

Out in life's busy way,
And I would love to do my bit

With those who are in the fray.
So I will not grow discouraged,

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