To the bedside of one Mae Wahl, an anemic patient at the Greenpoint Hospital, L. I., a husky blood-seller was conducted, introduced, and told to roll up his sleeve. Through a hollow needle, a doctor then connected a tube with a vein in his arm. The tube led up to a barrel-shaped cylinder about an inch high from which on the other side a similar tube stretched to prick the chilly flesh of poor Mae Wahl. The doctor turned a switch and a plunger began to work in the cylinder. On the down stroke...
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