On the maternity floor of St. Anthony's Hospital in Michigan City, Ind., it was a busy Saturday afternoon. Near the end of visiting hours, a knot of a dozen people stood around the window of the nursery; inside, Nurse's Aid Marlene Lubs, 16, was wheeling over one bassinet after another and showing off the babies as their numbers were called by proud fathers or other relatives. Somebody asked for "415-1," which meant James Lawrence Lyons, because his mother was in room 415, bed No. 1. Marlene Lubs did not notice whether it was a man or a woman.
Two hours later, another...
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