About the corridors of Long Island College Hospital, Brooklyn, Sailor John Davis last week gingerly shuffled. On his swarthy, Africa-tanned face, was a look of puzzled anxiety. Internes watched him; nurses watched him; busy surgeons paused for an inquiring word. Sailor John had a funny looking fibrous ring around the base of each little toe. He did not know what caused them. Perhaps on his recent job of exploring in African jungles he had acquired some mysterious disease. Yet it caused him no pain. Only, his little toes were acquiring a dead look....
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