Medicine: Once a Boy Scout . . .

Emerging from Newark's Barringer High School one afternoon last week, lanky, six-foot Freshman George Allen, 15, saw that he might miss his bus. Sprinting across the icy sidewalk, he fell sprawling on his face, picked himself up, hopped aboard just in time. Then he realized that a metal pencil he had carried in his shirt pocket had stabbed him in the chest, straight toward the heart.

George paled. But an ex-Boy Scout is good in emergencies. "Don't anybody touch this," he calmly warned the alarmed driver and passengers, "until you get a doctor." When a City Hospital ambulance arrived, the doctor found...

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