In Ireland. A company of neat, composed gentlemen disembarked, last week, from a train in Dublin. Hooligans tossing bottle-tops at a seam in the railway platform left off their innocent pastime and conversed in alcoholic whispers. These gentlemen, they had been told, were a crew of mallyvoguelers who could cut the bowels of a man into laces and tie them up again as easy as saying whiskey. They stared as the neat gentlemen—350 U. S. members of the Interstate Post-Graduate Medical Assembly (TIME, June 15) fresh from London—paraded past to their conveyances.
In Dublin, next day, the doctors visited the Mater...
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