Cochran Junior High School - Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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COCHRAN AERIAL glimpse of the only doctor in these parts. He was just like his name, and as fat as Arbuckle. He had once been an orderly in a hos- pital up north. From there he went to Kentucky and declared him- self a first-class doctor. He went over to John, felt his head and pulse, listened to his heart. I I-Im, very sick boy, he declared. What do you think we'd better do, Doctor? Mrs. Knuckles asked anxiously. He seemed confused, but finally blurted out, Well, what have you been doing? We have been giving him some of these pills and have been using the lininientf' That's right, that's fine. I couldn't a done much better myself. That medicine is the kind I allus givef, And shall we keep the hot water bottle at his feet? Yes! yes! I was just agoin' to say that. jest keep on a doin' what ya have been and he'll be all right. I-Ie turned and went out of the house without saying another thi11g. What a pity we had driven the mules so far just for the last resort. 1: at A: Pk Oh, Miss Bowman, hurry on bring a lantern up to the Taylors. Jess and his brother were drunk and they got in a fight with the Browns, an' Jess got shot in the toe an' there a gona operate on him. This from a breathless little girl who lived near the Taylors. Miss Bowman grabbed a lamp and some bandage and hurried to the Taylors. It was about eight o'clock at night and when she reached the shack of the Taylors she heard No, no, no! She hurried in the one-roomed house a11d found Jess, a boy of about seventeen, lying o11 the ground and Dr. Little trying to make him drink something out of a cup. Jess was protesting wildly. Dr. Little looked up apologetically at Miss Bowman. Jess won't drink the chloroform. - l But that isn't the way to do it. Put it on a cloth and let h1n1 smell it. Sure, that's the way I was agonna do it if he wouldnlt drink it. ' The room was lighted with one lamp that was on the floor by Dr. Little. The brother in a drunken sleep lay on a dirty cot. You shouldn't leave him on the damp ground, said Miss Bow- man. Dr. Little got up, rolled Iesse's brother over, took the dirty sheet off the bed and put it under Jess. Then he got a rusty razor a11d a plyers and began the operation. His hands were dirty and his hat sat on the back of his head. He began to cut the ski11 off the toe while he tried to hold Jess clown. Miss Bowman poured some ether on some bandage and held it up to Iesse's nose. Soon he was still. Dr. Little went ahead to explain the bullet was lodged in the big toe. By the aid of the razor he had a hole clear through the toe. He then took his plyers and fished the bullet out and held it up triumphantly. He ripped a piece off the sheet and twisted the end, stuck it through the hole and caught both ends of it and sawed it back and forth. By this time, Jess had come out of the chloroform, but the pain was so great that he fainted again. The operation was over and Dr. Little put some paper around the toe. But Miss Bowman insisted on band- aging the toe. Well, now Jess will be all right in a few days and if I come up this way any time I'1l drop in. Strange to say, jess lived, but I don't think it was through Dr. Little's operation. RACHEL VARNER. Ctifty sevenj

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EIGHTH GRADE CHAMPIONS

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CLASS OFFICERS 26