The new doctor reporting for duty at the federal hospital on the lower Mississippi was in a hurry, and he strode along the path by the levee paying no attention to the hazards. He brushed against a shower-soaked crepe myrtle, and, in an instant, his trig new Public Health Service uniform was drenched. Barely pausing, Dr. Frederick Andrew Johansen loosed a stream of expletives that he had learned as a boy among the mule skinners in Missouri. A couple of patients told the others what they had heard. From that first moment, the patients concluded that Dr. Johansen ("Dr. Jo") was...
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