In Philadelphia last week met 5,000 men who have seen and caused more blood and wounds than any 5,000,000 of their fellows. Two hundred years ago such men were rated on a level with barbers (a trade they often combined with theirs). But no one last week could have so mistaken their social standing. Neat, spry and greying, the American College of Surgeons wandered among the palms of the Bellevue-Stratford Hotel surveying wall-racks steely-bright with surgical knives, forks and spoons, rooms crowded with electrical vibrating beds, weird steel scaffolds for broken limbs, gently...
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