Grant Hospital School of Nursing - Beacon Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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he eacon B I I I b lllllllnlllnnll lnullllullluenllllllllllllll l The Greatest Surgeon Dr. Lowell was hard-hearted. His Napoleonic features were grim, his ill- iitting suit of rustic gray resembled his outward show of personality. Possessing a rasping voice, he shattered jovial conversations by broken inarticulate sentences. His staring silences were even worse. Of his home life he never spoke. In his element, the Operating Room, his actions were cruelly slow to the observer. Delib- erately, he seemed to invite death to combat over the helpless patient. Strange to say, he had never lost a ease. At three o'elock one Sunday afternoon he received an urgent call from Grant- land Hospital, located three blocks away. A boy had been run down by an autoistg a spinal injury too serious for the internes to treat. YVould he come? He went, staring savagely. His demeanor friggidized the atmosphere. Quickly he changed into operating room clothing. The anesthetic had been administered. The lad was wheeled into the room of white, a mask covering his features. lVith remarkable skill the Master Surgeon worked. The three vertebrae, sprung from line, were forced into place, but the leg, drawn tense from pressure on a nerve, had not relaxed. Time passed. Suddenly the anesthetist snatched the mask from the boy's face. His pulse was fluttering dangerously. Dr. Lowell glanced up inquiringly. A strangled ery came from beneath his mask. He raised one hand in a pathetic gesture of despair. My God, my son! he cried. He shivering, his fingers trembled. Desperately he sought to calm himself. lVith skillful speed and a delicate touch he probed along the spine. A moment later he stepped back-the leg had straightened. Quickly a east was molded about the lad's torso. VVhen the last strip had been applied Dr. Lowell relaxed, a wan smile on his lips: The Greatest Surgeon helped me, he said simply. QTTALPII Klcvlcs. Seventy six

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