Williamsport Hospital School of Nursing - Oak Yearbook (Williamsport, PA)

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Coodies, while the little girls stood wide-eyed and amused. Well this happened four times and on the fifth ccasion the doorbell rang, and he was busy in the cellar, but Jennifer, his first born, opened the door and saw lese kids and instantly knew what to do. She whipped upstairs smartly, to his room and took down his measured coin collection and passed out those precious items to the children with reckless abandon. I never saw a happier guy recounting this tale. And, there are other stories, the bathroom story, the picnic Story etc. However it was in his terminal illness,. that he demonstrated to all, what kind of fibre he was made of. In a long year of attrition he lived intimately with nausea and vomiting, with insomnia and anorexia and the daily spectacle of his stamina being slowly sapped away. He was savaged with four operations. In his final months he was left with hemiplegia and hemianopsia. He gallantly strove to master an encumbering brace so he could walk again. Once when I visited him in Memorial Hospital and he embarked upon a course of noxious chemicals to arrest his disease, he told me with tears in his eyes, Frank, I think I am going out of my mind. Despondency, yes; despair, never. In this frenetic life with its mad ataxic pace, it is salutary sometimes to pause and assess what really is important, what really has a meaning, what truly is imperishable. When you view the scene of a thirty-nine year old physician stigmatized with an incurable infirmity, the outcome of which he knows too well, tossed into the crucible, from which he can only be released by final dissolution, and ruthlessly ripped from all mortal joys, then some of your cherished suppositions and prejudices take a rude jolt. This then, is a Requiem for a real Heavyweight. In all that agony he never whined or pitied himself or railled against, or cursed his fate. His sensorium was clear to the day before he died. Characteristically enough, his last request to me was, Please don ' t let my secretary go; try to find a place for her, she is excellent. She STAYS John. The County Medical Society, The Community at large, and the Crippled Children ' s Society have lost a sterling member. We extend to Dr. Louise Sabol, his wife, and his two cherubs; and his mother, Mrs. Helen Sabol our profound condolences on their titanic tragedy. f ,4. v : Break, break, break; On thy cold gray stones, Oh, sea; and I would that my tongue could utter; the thoughts that arise in me . . . . but, Oh for the touch of a vanished hand and the sound of a voice that is still. Alfred Lord Tennyson Throughout France this year, they are celebrating the bi-centenary of the birth of Napoleon. There are all kinds of pageants and commemorations going on. Napoleon is said to have brought glory to his Country! He is deemed by some, as the World ' s greatest military genius, and by others one who made his way to empire over broken oaths and through a sea of blood. He surrounded himself, however, with some able lieutenants. The ablest of these is reckoned to have been Marshall Michael Ney. Ney played a great part in some of the victories -- Marengo, Austerlitz, the Peninsula Campaign, etc. He, also was the man singularly responsible for converting the diastrous rout from Moscow, into an orderly retreat with a magnificent rear-guard action. He lies today in the city of Strasburg in the Province of Alsace. This is the same city mark you, which gave to the World Dr. Albert Schweitzer. On his tombstone are inscribed these simple words: Michel Ney, Marechal de France Le Brave des Braves That is my epitaph for John R. Sabol, The Bravest of the Brave . When God measures a man, he slips the tape around his heart. Irish Proverb Francis V. Costello, M.D.

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