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id: 22866
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  The Inadequacies of Modern Orthodiagramatic Techniques in Demonstrating Minimal Left Ventricular Hypertrophy


id: 15482
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  MESDAMES AND GENTLEMEN OF THE BOARD,--I thank you for your courtesy in asking me to fill my husband''s place as one of the trustees of Saint Margaret''s


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id: 22866
title: An Ounce of Cure
author: Nourse, Alan Edward
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  Wheatley wiggled the painful toe reflectively. "One toe," said Wheatley. "One toe _today_, perhaps," said the doctor heavily. "Uh--yes, occasionally, I--" Wheatley looked worried and rubbed his toe "You know that fifty-five is a dangerous age," said the doctor gravely. Wheatley looked more worried than ever. "To stop the pain?" The doctor looked shocked. "We have to _think_ about those things," said the doctor. "Very interesting X rays," said the young doctor with the red hair. "This is my toe?" asked Wheatley, edging toward the doctors. Oh, no," said the red-headed doctor. Mr. Wheatley rubbed his toe and waited. He''s the best Left Ventricle man in the city. nothing to be worried about, Mr. Wheatley," he said. be all right," the doctor said. Mr. Wheatley was late to Mitral Valve Clinic the next day because he had I''ve been having a pain in my right little toe...."


id: 28922
title: Compatible
author: Smith, Richard Rein
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  I sipped my drink and tried to think of a subtle way to change the time I visited George, he invariably complained about Helen. Helen smiled half-heartedly, her pale face quickly resuming its unhappy "Hello, Helen." I glanced at George and noticed he had closed his eyes Helen sank into a chair and raised her skirt to reveal her right leg. "Did George tell you about my legs?" she inquired. I saw George several times during the next few weeks. Each time we met, George complained. Helen," he said one time. He still wanted Helen but she had changed into a George said he had tried to get her Helen''s changed. But the Helen who greeted me that night was not like that. George and I had a good time that night. George said, "Promise not to tell anyone? George said, "I finally realized what she needed more than anything "She needed a new head," George said.


id: 26206
title: Pandemic
author: Bone, Jesse F. (Jesse Franklin)
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  "We call it Thurston''s Disease for two perfectly good reasons," Dr. Walter Kramer said. "It helps me think," Kramer said. If Thurston''s Disease isn''t checked, the human race will become "Was that for me?" Mary said, looking up from a pile of bottles and "You know the pathogenesis of Thurston''s Disease?" Kramer asked. "It''s a terrible thing," Mary said faintly. "We''ll clean up now," Kramer said as he placed the instruments in "I don''t dare lose you," Kramer said as Mary came into the lab. "You look more like a pathologist should," Mary said as she deftly "What right have you to relax," Mary said. "I know," Kramer said, "but what can we do about it. "It''s my lungs I''m worried about," Mary said. "I have Thurston''s Disease," she said. "You don''t know how wrong you are," Kramer said. "What I was trying to say," Dr. Kramer said into the silence that


id: 14211
title: Wanted—A Match Maker
author: Ford, Paul Leicester
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  "I don''t think he is, Miss Constance, though he looks like he was bad Not understanding the fear in the boy''s mind, Constance put her free hand remarked the doctor, "and I think, Miss Durant, that your suggested five "Bet youse life," assented Swot; "but Ise oin''t goin'' to be no doctor, "Yes. Like most of the poorer class, Miss Durant," explained the doctor, "When do you want me?" asked Miss Durant. "That is all you can do for us, Miss Durant," said Dr. Armstrong. word, the girl faced so that, still holding Swot''s hand, she was looking "You didn''t put it that way, Swot?" demanded Miss Durant. "Swot told me that you wished to see me, Miss Durant," he said. him the parcel, with the remark, "Dat''s for youse, from Miss Constance an'' "Did youse like Miss Constance''s present too, doc?" "No. There is one thing better," said Miss Durant.


id: 15482
title: The Primrose Ring
author: Sawyer, Ruth
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  A little-girl look came into Margaret MacLean''s face. Usually the House Surgeon was easily convinced to the Margaret MacLean Trustee Day. The Old Senior Surgeon--the present one, of whom Saint Margaret''s felt A day came at last when she and the Old Senior Surgeon could laugh--a whenever he came into the ward, and the house surgeon shook his head day you might grow to be very--very like the Old Senior Surgeon; that children need never leave Saint Margaret''s as long as they lived, and When the Senior Surgeon turned again to the President and the trustees The Executive Trustee rose, looking past Margaret MacLean as he spoke. Margaret''s, and the Senior Surgeon; the trustees were trying to get one "Come," said Margaret MacLean to the House Surgeon. with me Margaret MacLean and your House Surgeon." might like to know that many of the trustees of Saint Margaret''s come


id: 26883
title: The Sword and the Atopen
author: Greenfield, Taylor H.
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  debut, being at the time in General Sanford''s stationary observing day was a sort of crisis; the enemy had discovered and turned upon us and saw General Loomis, the Commander-in-Chief of the American and "If that is the case, General Loomis," I replied, "we may as well give "General Loomis," Dr. Rutledge spoke, looking for all the world like a At all costs, Loomis, hold your present lines for two days, Now, General, two days from this time--before your retreat begins--I "Doctor," Loomis said after staring at the old scientist some time in General Loomis and his staff called up occupying the old entrenchments on the west, that General Loomis closed Exactly at one General Loomis with two aides stepped times as weak would cause its immediate and violent death. the time of Dr. Rutledge only entered the minds of a few scientists. The enemy could be fed the protein when


id: 423
title: Round the Red Lamp: Being Facts and Fancies of Medical Life
author: Doyle, Arthur Conan
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  "Let me see," said the third year''s man. As he spoke, a small, brisk, iron-grey man came striding into the room, The doctor, a grave-faced young man, put his fingers to the furrowed, small, hard-faced woman with a great bruise all round her eye. "Thank ye kindly, sir," said the woman, when his work was finished; "Young man," said the flunky, "tell your master, Dr. Wilkinson, that he "So do I," said the senior man, and they laughed as they shook hands. "I don''t know his name," said Bellingham, passing his hand over the "Why, I hear someone coming up the steps now," said Smith. "Perhaps I know more than you think," said Smith, looking keenly at the "I think there''s life in him," said Smith, with his hand to the lad''s A look of fear came into his eyes, and he sank his face into his hands.


id: 12387
title: Paul Faber, Surgeon
author: MacDonald, George
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  "Poor old thing!" said the rector, as if excusing himself, "she''s got a I perfectly understand your kindness," said Mrs. Wingfold, "but I shall not tell my husband to-night." come to, if things go on like this, God knows." It was a spot the old man loved, for there his best thoughts came "He has not let you fall, father?" said Dorothy, with tearful eyes. "Do we not know in all nature and history that God likes to see things "I think I know you better than you imagine, Mr. Faber," said Miss "How is a man to do any thing whom God has forsaken?" he said. "I don''t know any thing about a man''s conscience," answered Juliet. That night Juliet hardly knew what she had said to Faber, and longed to for the eyes of such a man as he; the love of a living God is in him and


id: 50999
title: Med Ship Man
author: Leinster, Murray
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  "_Calling ground_," said Calhoun''s recorded voice. Calhoun said ironically, "Undoubtedly, Murgatroyd. A word from Calhoun as a Med Service man would protect the spaceliner Med Ship men like Calhoun offered advice on public-health problems. Calhoun went into the airlock, with Murgatroyd frisking a little in On the way back to the Med Ship, Calhoun stopped at another place "They went east," said Calhoun presently. "The city''s deserted without any sign of panic," said Calhoun, "and "This is luxury, Murgatroyd," said Calhoun. "He''s Murgatroyd," said Calhoun. Calhoun ran the car up on the highway''s ground-cover plants of Maya of which Calhoun had read. Calhoun stopped the car, but Murgatroyd did not seem to be relieved. "There''s a ground-induction fence in action, all right," said Calhoun And Calhoun saw all the ground-cars of the planet gathered and parked "The cattle fence," said Calhoun, "works for half a second out of every


id: 60412
title: Rx
author: Nourse, Alan Edward
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  Red Doctor Sam Jenkins took one look at the the folks on Morua II didn''t want a Contract with Hospital Earth. the Medical Service Contract was formalized, and Hospital Earth came "Looks like His Eminence can''t read," Wally muttered. It looks like a pox all right." Aguar''s guards urged the tall Moruan with the purple cap into the "Look," said Jenkins intensely. Kiz began sputtering indignantly; the Red Doctor cut him off. The whispers stopped and Kiz nodded to the Red Doctor. "Now or never." Jenkins threw open the door and nodded to the guards. Jenkins looked sharply at Kiz, and the wizard nodded his head slowly. "Try being quiet for a while," Jenkins said to Aguar. braziers, Red Doctor Jenkins drew the wizard aside. "Now!" said Jenkins, pulling out a long thin rubber tube. "Oh, the incantations were for the _doctors_," said Jenkins. "Not quite," said the Red Doctor.


