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From all accounts, a dentist in Alaska has no time for thumb-twiddling. Young Dr. Maxwell Kennedy of Nome found that the "Eskimos hound me to death" (TIME, Dec. 28). Oral Hygiene last week carried the tale of plump, 60-year-old Dr. William Franklin Good, who, until the Japs came, spent his summers practicing from a sailboat and found customers waiting on the docks from Ketchikan to Kiska...
...arrived in Nome on Aug. 25, found a two-room office in the Wallace Hotel's new frame building on Front Street at $1,380 a year. The rooms were "all painted up white and very classy." The windows looked out on the Bering Sea. Shortly the sea surged up and swept away the drugstore next door, almost removed the dentist's office...
...Kennedy had to wade in on the neglected teeth of Nome and hundreds of miles around, deal on the spot with cases which any ordinary dentist at home would refer to a specialist. When dentistry was over for the day (often around midnight), overflow guests of the crowded hotel often slept on beds made up in the anteroom. Dr. Kennedy's prices were fairly high-$20 for an inlay-but not high as Alaska prices went: coal was $40 a ton, Coca-Cola 25? a bottle (when it could be had), watermelons $6 each...
...dental day began at 8 when Nome's telephone operator, named Jeff, called: "Come on now, Doc. You get up." Dr. Kennedy got to work at 9, shooing late hotel guests out of his waiting room. When a patient came in "who looked as though he had cleaned his teeth with his elbow," Dr. Kennedy told him about toothbrushes and not to come back for treatment until he had used one. The Doctor's hardest cases were the shattered mouths of saloon brawlers...
...Nome seemed to Dr. Kennedy no place to settle down and raise a family but, said he last week, "It's swell for getting experience. I expect to stay there for a few more years-at least until the war is over." Next month, after seeing his girl (a WAAC), he will return, start "letting those Eskimos hound me to death again." Further incentive for being hounded to death: $1,000-$2,000 a month gross, which has allowed Dr. Kennedy to pay all his debts and show a nice profit. In the U.S. he would be lucky...