One morning last week in Orangeburg, N. Y.'s huge Rockland State Hospital, 23 of its 4,700 patients stood fidgeting in line, with sleeves rolled up to their elbows waiting for their weekly injections of neoarsphenamine. Nurse Catherine Irvine handed Dr. Samuel Louis Leffel a syringe of bright yellow fluid, and he jabbed the needle into the prominent elbow vein of the Negro standing before him. Then he moved down the line, gave injections to the next four patients. As he poised a needle above the sixth arm, the Negro fell to the floor...
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