University Medical College - Scalpel Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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I know of no better way to spend a vacation than to go hunting and fishing, you may not catch many fish or kill many elk, deer, moose or bear, but you will witness na- ture in all her glory. You will live in weather that will invigorate you and the sunshine will make the bloom of youth return to your pallid cheeks. He who goes hunting into the mountains to shoot and kill alone does not reap the full benefit of his outing. On trips of this char- acter many virgin ravines 'and cliffs are viewed for the first time by the white man, and he would be a dull observer if he did not profit by such a lesson. Nature unadorned is found on all sides on these trips. An eagle's nest far up in the mountains stored away in the place most inaccessible to both many and beast elicits a profound admiration for the sagacity of this noble bird, the little striped ground squirrel as he busies himself, unaware of your presence, or rather not fearing a stranger, in gathering pine cones and storing them away for his winters use is an evidence of thrift ever enjoyed by the lover of nature. To see the little fellow as he chatteringly runs to THE ROOSEVELT OF U. M. C. the top of a pine tree to his work and to watch him as he cuts and shoves the pine cones from their attachments and seemingly in a careless manner drop them to the ground, makes one admire him both for his sagacity and for the untiring zeal with which he goes about his work providing for a rainy day. Always take your camera with you on. your vacation. It is an excellent though harmless gun to use on big and little game on a hunting trip. A snap shot with a kodak often 'brings a trophy more lasting than a 45-70 Winchester rifle. With photo records you can live your trips over again on long winter evenings. I know of nothing so re- freshing to the tired body and wearied brain as to pause in a locality surrounded by un- burnished Nature where every pine or spruce tree is beckoning to you with hospitable hands, to pitch your tent and make your home beneath their wide spread and protecting arms. You feel your welcome and are assured of a bounteous feast from Nature's store- house filled to overflowing with glorious sunshine, fresh air and grand scenery. Who would not enjoy a stay in such a sanitarium, the very roof of which appears as the ceiling of Heaven studded with myriads of sparkling diamonds. The pleasures of camp life are memories ever to be enjoyed in after years, when in a reminiscent mood, ones goes over his outing trips. The snapping of the dry pine boughs as they are thrown on the camp fire, the tongues of the flame as they dart up-

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Ellie Eurtnfu liaratinn BY A. H. CORDIER, M. D. Professor Practice of Surgery and Clinical Surgery, U. M. C. ' physicianis vacation should really have its beginning during his college days. If it is onl a night at a theater a Saturday afternoon at the end of the car line in the ' ' ' ' , t' , l in olf, taking pictures country or half day once in awhile fishing hun ing p ay g g or a good walk across the country. A physician's occupation is a unique one in many re- . . . . . . i . . f b- spects. It not only carries with lt the welfare of individuals, but the whole financial a ric of all successful and thriving nations is woven about his works. The heavier the burden the more arduous the undertaking. His work is one of great magnitude and NATURE UNADORNED. grave responsibility, necessitating much physical endurance and mental stamina. This brings 'mental fatigue. At all hours of the day and night his work goes on. Sunday, a day of rest and vacation for others, finds the physici-an on his rounds looking after the poor and the rich alike. ls he not entitled to fifty-two days of rest? Most assuredly, yes. It is a matter of taste or fancy as to the location and kind of a vacation the physician selects. It is only too oftenf that this choice is not a wise one. A physician whose daily labor is surrounded by the busy whirl of our modern cities will make a mistake if he selects a fashionable summer reort for his vacation and imagines he is getting a vacation. while he is eating lobster salads and other indigestible articles, drinking iced drinks both soft and hard, losing sleep and breathing impure atmosphere while attending fashionable balls and receptions. lf he calls this a vacation he is deluding himself and will return to work unrefreshed and his work will be more burdensome than be-fore he .left it. A trip to any of the great medical and hospital centers, while of inestimable value to the physician from the standpoint of knowledge gained and should be taken often, should not be called a vacation, but hard work and should never rob him of the vaca- tion and rest which is so justly due him.

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ward like lightning to disappear into the halo of darkness amid myriads of meteor-like Eire sparks, is la picture so firmly and pleasantly fixed on one's memory that he will long to live this trip over again. V All the unpleasant occurrences, the hardships endured and the disappointments are soon forgotten, and in their stead one thinks of the camp fire affability-of the story-swapping experiences, of sound restful sleep, good appetites and digestion and the lucky catch of that big trout, or the grand scenery witnessed while tracking elk, deer, moose or bear. ' My friend, be you hunter or fisher, d-o you not agree with me? After all, we derive much pleasure in. this life from what we eat, how we sleep, what we see and how we look at it. Dear doctor, take a trip of this kind, you will return with a ravenous appetite, a castiron digestion, new blood coursing through your blood vessels, you will have re- newed interest in your office or other duties, and will make firm resolutions to return to the woods again next year. E112 Grail I am tired of the asphalt streets o'er which we daily go, Am longing for the old trail-the trail we used to know. I donit want any smooth roads or vehicles rubber tired, I don't want any horses with high titles or nobly sired. I want the trail a-winding amid high mountain crags, And a train of pack cayuses with stout and sturdy- legs. I don't want a liveried driver with uniform so grand, I don't want a procession led by a noisy band. I want the -old Wrangler with his style so queer and quaint, I want t-o see the pictures that no artist e'er can paint. Ishwood trail, Two Ocean Pass, is good enough for me, H-ere wedded dew drops separate, each one to find a sea. At night, the trailing completed, while sitting by the fire, The whole world seems a playh-0-use, what more could we desire? The hunting trips of years ago, with pleasures are reviewed, With many plans for next year's trip, our spirits are imbued. I can see the sparks ascending through the halo of the night. On each peak a star is anchored like a bright electric light. Ah, listen- to the music sweet of the wind among the trees, 'Tis a song of glorious freedom, and do just as you please. Lay aside your high collar, you-r tie and your cuffs, Come with me along the trail to the Rockies' highest bluffs, 'Tis there, the sun shines brightest, the air is pure and sweet, There earth and I-Ieaven, in Nature's bridal bridal chamber, almost meet. When the last cayuse is loaded-, ready for the final start, I want our trails to be the same, or not very far apart. May there be no smooth slide rock 0-r places very high, When' we start on the final trail to the camp high in the sky. All fallen timber in the trail, may the good angels remove, That the journey to permanent camp may be nice and smooth May Game Warden, St. Peter, welcome us as his guests, The hunting season now is closed, the game will get a rest.