To effete city doctors, divers doings of doughty country practitioners last week gave a twinge of shame, a tweak of envy.
¶ From Stroudsburg, Pa., Dr. George S. Travis, 50, motored late at night through heavy snow to a gunshot-wounded patient. The car stalled a mile from the patient's house. Dr. Travis proceeded afoot. Sleepy, cold, exhausted, he tottered into a snow bed, died.
¶ From Red River, Hot Springs, Idaho, Dr. P. J. Weber started with dog, sled and snow shoes to a blood-poisoned miner snowbound on a far mountain top.