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...Naval airbase in Lakehurst, N. J. The Hindenburg had made ten round trips to the U. S. in 1936 and this arrival was being "covered" by radio only because it was her first of 1937, nothing sensational. In fact, Morrison's words were not going out over the ether. He was making an electrical transcription to be broadcast the next...
Wounds & Complications. Wound should be thoroughly, but gently, cleaned was Dr. Babcock's primary injunction Wounds of the scalp, face or neck should be freely flushed with antiseptics (half-strength tincture of iodine is good), grease removed with turpentine or ether, dirt-begrimed tissue cut away, bleeding stopped. Bandages may be applied for 24 hours to limit oozes. After that "no dressing is necessary. . . . Dressings about the openings of the mouth, eyes and nose are particularly objectionable, as they retain decomposing secretions in contact with the wound." Infection or disfigurement, declared Dr. Babcock, "from an incised or even...
...curiosity seekers. Over the rutted red clay roads, barred to other traffic, slid a steady line of trucks, bearing bodies to improvised morgues and first-aid stations in New London, Tyler, Overton, Kilgore, Henderson. A hospital about to be dedicated in Tyler was hurriedly opened, soon filled to overflowing. Ether, chloroform, bandages, coffins, everything failed. All night distracted men and women tried to identify bodies laid out in New London's Methodist Church and in private homes through the town. So mangled were many of them that they were mistakenly identified. When the number of unidentifiable bodies swelled...
...blood clotted ears, fresh from the back alley arenas of Boston's catdom. Grabbing the beast by the nape, our host handed him to us to hold--unpleasant, because Frankie's claws were sharp as steel and busy every second. The professor meanwhile doused a cotton wad in ether on which to deposit the beast, and on top of both was placed a large bell jar, like the dome of Grant's tomb. This not without blood-curdling howls, and scratches, and a beady look of the eye as sour as the Ancient Mariner's as the beast passed...
...next job was to keep Frankie out of trouble during the operation, and we were quickly handed a Campbell's soup tin stuffed with ether-soaked cotton to hold like a cone over the animal's nose. But it was no go. For Frankie was tough, and soon revived. He took one look in our direction to assure himself that the opposition was coming from the same quarters as before, and acted...