As they wandered over the sunny terrace and tranquil lawns of the Westchester Country Club at Rye, N. Y. last week, 200 members of the American Neurological Association talked more of the world's madness than of their brainsick patients. Some older men recalled apprentice days in World War I, which provided cracked skulls and shattered brains from which the modern science of neurosurgery was learned. Almost all of them soberly discussed the chances of trying their skill on a mass scale once again.
To the layman, there was something decidedly vulture-like in such a view. The neurologists' retiring president, Foster Kennedy,...
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