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had a quite obese 7th grader laid out on the infirmary table. The kid had a gross-looking 4 inch gash in the calf of his leg and Doc Wolfe told us he wanted us to observe the suturing procedure. The gash was wide open and deep and Doc had deadened the area and was beginning to remove fat bodies and blood from the wound to prepare for stitching. I started to feel weak and closed my eyes.
Tugwell ran out of the room gagging and Weaver fainted. Dr. Wolfe said, "Genin, you're my man."
Feeling pains of conscience I said, "Doc, 1 have to confess, I had my eyes closed."
"I know that," he said. 'You were smarter than the other two."
I always liked him after that, probably because he was the only person who ever told me that I was smarter than someone. So for the next three years I was sleeping in air conditioned privacy, watching TV and gaining 20 pounds thanks to the infirmary ice box, while the other boarders were sleeping in that hot, barn-like dormitory with all the snoring, coughing, sneezing, etc.
Dr. Wolfe was a great believer in the oatmeal poultice. My first duty every morning was to cook a large pot of oatmeal and spend the rest of the day slapping it on boils, cuts, rashes and anything else Doc ordered me to put it on. At first I thought it was nuts, but it really worked. It would draw infection out of anything.
Doc sported a mustache and goatee, wore a plaid French chapeau and carried a walking cane, which I don't think he needed but put to good use pointing to things and waving around when he was talking. I remember playing in a basketball game and coming down sideways on my leg. As I was laying on the floor, in excruciating pain, with several of my teammates standing around offering sympathy. Doc ambled out to the court, stood over me and started stroking his goatee. I figured since I was his assistant I'd get special treatment He tapped my belly with the end of his walking cane and said "Get up."
What do you mean, get up?" I asked. It's not my belly, it's my leg. I think it's broken."
"If it was broken you'd be hollering more," he said. "Get up!" I did and i was back in the game in about ten minutes."
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