Morris High School - Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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FIRST AID T0 THE INJUREDU stated my opinion exactly. But another M. D. disagreed. UNO, he pondered, 'KI think we had better perform a subcutaneous appendicec- tomy, and, realizing the logic of this assertion, I changed my views on the instant. just at that moment a policeman pushed his way roughly up to the patient and gave him a kick. The latter screamed once, then bolted for the open country, not even limping. I gazed in open-mouthed astonishment until a bystander, who had been quietly enjoying the spectacle, said, lVIaybe this will teach you a lesson. Hereafter don't try to show your knowledge too quickly. That fellow merely shouted because you were blocking his view. The crowd dispersed, in laughter. Crestfallen, I received my diploma, which had just arrived. I gazed at it intently, and read it over. And just to think, I soliloquized, this darn slip of paper says that I am competent to render First aid to the injured! VICTOR R. SCHACHTEL, 'x5. F1112 Hnrfa lirager I ,' MIGHTY Muse, ' So List well unto me! - A poet of fame 5 I'm longing to be. 1, , 'Q Ive heard people say J You hold in your hand K , yf7,f, The wonderful key L To miracle land. Then, Angel of Love, Emotion and Scorn, Pray tell me if I A poet was born! HARRY Bokoumsxv, 'x8. 17

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7+ tw niliirst Aih tn the Ilniurvif' T gives one such a sense of superiority to own a First Aid diploma, I myself am not immune to this feeling, and like to exhibit my profound knowledge at every opportunitv Meditatmg on this most important subject the other dav, I was suddenly disturbed in my reverv by hearing a shout behind me at the same instant an auto whxzzed past Turning angrily I saw fl 1 , - - - 1 . . air ' ' 4 llrlnu in 1 'J ' ' ' , a tramp lying on the grass some distance off, and regarding me with a sorrowful air. His clothes, as well as he himself, seemed rather the worse for wear. But what awoke my surgical instincts was his right trouser leg, which was torn beyond description. What was I to do? My brain worked overtime, while I pieced clew after clew together, first the shout, then the auto, and now the man with torn trousers-suddenly it dawned upon me-the man had ben hit in the leg by the automobile! Perhaps his leg was even broken! My plan of action was already mapped out. I ran to the nearest drug store and sent in a hurry call-not for the doctor, but for my First Aid diplomag at least I should not be caught without my credentials. Then I hurried back to my patient and sent half the people there for doctors and the other half for glasses of water, according to rule No. 2 in the book. After that I rolled up my sleeves and the fellow's trousers, exposing the fractured member. Looking under the heading, Fractures and Dislocations, Part 3, I decided to make tests for localized pain and point of false motiong but when I pushed a pin into his leg, the pain, judging by his yell, didn't seem to be quite localized, while my jaw was evidently the point of false motion, his fist missed it by fully half an inch. Finally I succeeded in piling six or seven park benches on top of him, and that kept him rather quiet. Meanwhile I seized two crutches from a crippled beggar on the corner-the fellow ran away the minute I had taken them-and returned to my patient. Placing them on either side of his fractured limb, I fastened them with shoe- strings, the best thing I could secure, and, if I do say it myself, I made a good job of it, while visions of a Carnegie medal Hitted through my brain. just then about seven doctors came up and held a consultation. After undoing the crutches, one of the doctors handed them to his assistant, with instructions to take them to uncle and raise what he could on them. Then followed various weighty opinions and arguments. I think the best thing would be to cut away the chondropterygius tissue of the femur. Yes sir, said Ig he had 16

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Uhr GPIB Qillmfa Illnnt Ball Svtnrg AY, boys, l'm goin' to tell you of a game that once was played, O many years before the rules of playin' were My ever made, VVhen football players knew no touls, no fooling and all that, But man for man they played it out, they played ir tif-for-mr. Our star man was lhlclfarney, better man we never had, N He sure could handle two of yours, and 'notheix too, egad. ' And one and all the men were good except our . full-back Red, Q . He had the grit in 'im all right, but not much i of a head. . . ' 'Twas the last game of the series, and the greatest of them allg The score was tied, the fight was hard, we tus- sled for the ball, gg' VVhen Red, the full-back. in a play the ball out wildly tossed, O we were all against 'im for full twenty yards were lost. Our coach, all white with rage, rushed up to him and said, Get out, you darn old fool l and placed another in his stead. And now he's almost there-see! seel he's reached the place- Right near the goal lN'lcCarney fall, and couldn't rise no morel And still more suddenly than that, we saw our full-back Red, Unasked, rush in an' place himself in old lXlcCarney's stead. And then-then something happened, though not one of us knew how, l've wondered days and days and still l scarce know even now, For this same Redvhe gets the ball-is makin' for the goalg VVe watch, we all wait breathless, for there scarcely breathed a soul- And now he's almost there-see! he's reached the place- VVhen from all sides they jump on him-he falls upon his face. The rest, U well, that's nuthin', guess you know it, all of you- l ain't much of a teller, but's the best that l can do. VVell the game was won for us, but when we went to look at Red, lVitl1 the lwll in his l1and,a smile on his face, we found the tull-back- deadl AARON XVmNs'1'iz1N, '15, 18