who had nephritis, the idea being to remove a pint or so of blood at 

 a time, add an anticoagulant, bring it back to the laboratory, centri- 

 fuge it, and replace the plasma with salt solution, returning the blood 

 to the patient and repeating the process as often as it was necessary 

 to do so. It was, of course, necessary to sterilize everything used for 

 this work. I found that a physical chemist's idea of sterility was a 

 curious one. Everything was passed through a flame, some slowly, 

 others fast, depending on their nature, until they were "about sterile." 

 Having collected a supply of this "about sterile" apparatus, we all 

 repaired to the hospital. The patient was lying on an operating table 

 with a donor next to him in case of accident, and the surgical benches 

 were filled with interested spectators. A surgeon asked the Professor 

 if he would not care to put on a cap and gown and take part in the 

 experiment. Dr. Abel stepped up to the nurse and proceeded to get 

 into his gown backwards, much to the consternation of the nurse. 

 He finally got it on right side round, then his rubber gloves, and, on 

 top of all, one of his much beloved operating caps. The Professor 

 went about on tiptoe, talking in a hushed voice and watching the 

 drawing of the blood with the greatest interest. During the first part 

 of the time, he walked about with both hands high in the air, his 

 mind centered on asepsis, but then he would see someone in one of 

 the stands to whom he wished to speak, and would go over and take 

 hold of the iron railing with both hands, and then come back to the 

 operating table again with his hands held high in the air. It was 

 difficult for those watching the experiment to restrain themselves 

 under these circumstances, but they did extremely well. After the 

 blood was drawn. Professor Abel rushed about in a very excited 

 manner seeing that everything was ready to take the blood back to the 

 laboratory, and in a low, excited whisper gave Turner directions as 

 to just what to do. When all was ready, he disappeared out of the 

 operating room, with both hands still high in the air. The moment 

 the door closed there was a sigh of relief, but it was not more than 

 thirty seconds after this Avhen the Professor came rushing back still 

 wearing his rubber gloves, his operating gown and cap, but with his 

 derby hat stuffed on over it. Absolutely unconsciotisly he came up to 

 the operating table, stood there talking very excitedly in whispers to 

 the surgeon, and every few moments adjusted his derby hat with 

 his rubber-gloved hands. About the time we all thought we could 

 stand it no longer, he dashed out of the room after the blood, and on 

 looking out of the window, we saw him tearing up Monument Street 

 after Dr. Turner with his gown flapping in the wind, his derby hat 

 on the back of his head, and his rubber gloves held high in the air. 



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