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AS NATURAL AS LIFE. 
We have received a photograph of the members of the 
American Association in attendance at the Rochester meeting. 
About seventy faces are clearly shown on the card, and an ac- 
companying key tells the name of the owner of each face. 
They are all there; from “ fresh-water sponges” at the ex- 
treme right to general “vegetable sections” at the extreme 
left. The sparkling eyes of Mr. Brearley are a little too prom- 
inent to be natural, although this may be due to the fact that 
he is looking too intently for thé luxurious growth of hair so 
unkindly hidden by Mr. Griffith’s cap. 
Poor Mr. Earle is vainly trying to catch the eye of the 
Junior Editor, who is sweetly smiling, all unconscious of ap- 
proaching conquests. Professor Gage is nearly lost behind the 
slender scalpel from the city hospitals of St. Louis. 
Dr. Moore is evidently standing on a box trying to deter- 
mine which is the longer; he himself, or the time of exposure 
of the plate. 
Dr. Chase is trying to wink a fly off his forehead, much to 
the amusement of the little man with the glasses. One of the 
ladies is about to cry as she recalls the fact that a white dress 
will not take on an old-gold shade in a picture. ‘ Hair” 
(microscopically considered), has been sacrificed so freely to 
determine whether it were human or not, that only a little 
shows on the lip and head of the consulting surgeon from Hart- 
ford; while with depressed chin and knitted brow the Senior 
Editor is quietly and tremblingly whispering : “‘ Please hand me 
your dollar for volume LY.” 
THE MEETING AT ROCHESTER. 
We have given a few extracts from some of the papers 
presented at the Rochester meeting in order to give our readers 
something of an idea of what was done. The whole proceed- 
ings were characterized by much earnestness and enthusiasm, 
and once more it can be said that the last was the very best. 
