St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1901-05-25
A SMALLPOX SCARE.
Leads Bill Arp to Speak of Vaeci-
nation and Its Discoverer.
Modern Improvement ON the Old.
Time Practice of Medicine and
Surgery-PerplexinE Questions
of the Youngsters.

| Jacksonville has got the smallpox
scare. 1t is not a panic, for there has
been no deaths, but there are about
| 40 cases and the board of health have
got them out of town and have ordered
| universal vaccination. A child can't
go to school without a sore arm and b
certificate from the doctor. My son is
doctor here. and it interests me to
note the fiocks of children who come
and go, and to listen to their talk.
| Mothers or sisters come with them to
keep their courage up. Some are timid
| and some are brave. Young men come
at night and take their turns, and the
city will soon be immune. What a
wonderful discovery it was-only q
| hundred years ago DR.. Jenner dared
to proclaim it to the world, and it took
IS years to make the world believe it.
Now every child that bares it's arm to
receive the virus is living monument
to the sagacity of that great and good
man. 1t is pathetic to read how he was
bounded and prosecuted by The envi-
Gus and malignant of the medical pro-
fession. How patiently he waited for
time and truth to prove his theory, and
lived to see it all confirmed, and when
he died beautiful monument was
erected in Trafalgar square to honor
his name and perpetuate his fame and
memory. Our own DIR. Crawford Long
is entitled to similar memorial, not
only by the state, but by the nation, for
although he did not protect mankind
from a pestilence, he did give them i'm
munity from pain under the surgeons
knife. l remember we'll when the pa
tient had to clinch his teeth and strong
men had to hold him while the doctor
cut and sawed his limb in two.
1 remember when it was my part to
hold the foot and leg that was being
severed from poor sufferer, and when
at last the saw had cut through the
bone and thesweight of the limb came
down upon me tainted and fell down
upon the floor with the bleeding leg.
But Evans never groaned. He lived to
make me another pair of boots. I re-
member when at college, in 1916, I had
a jaw tooth extracted and took what
was then called Morton's Lethean, and
didn't know when it was pulled. 1t
took me some time to get over it, and
as was Keeling back to college met
Prof. Mccoy, and in hilarious man
ner slapped him on the shoulder and
said: Hello, old Mack" and he
thought / was drunk and had me up be-
fore the faculty. My roommate, Der
rel Cody, was with me and tried to ex-
plain. but the professor wouldn't hear
him, and we had fun next morning
when the truth came out. The pro-
fessor apologized to me, and not long
after invited me to supper. Poor Bill
Williams. He was my classmate, and
loved him. and mourned for him when
he died. He had charge of the blind
asylum at Macon for many years.
Every now and then the boys drop out.
just drop out, and the procession
moves on. Tread of every one and feel
sad. but that is all can do. A friend
in Atlanta asked me the other day:
''Why didn't you write something
about Eugene Harris, your college
mate and one of the truest, kindliest
and best men who ever lived" "Oi
course. of course" said 1, "but what
could / write?" He was a friend in
need, a friend indeed-an aristocrat
by birth, gentleman in heart and
manners. Lost everything by the war
except the gentleman that was born in
him. He died poor and was buried by
his friends, but he was a big-hearted
gentleman to the very last. How kind
he was to my wife and little children
during the war, when they were fee
ing from the foul invader and was
far away. That's all! He was not .
great man in any sense, but he had a
great big heart, and would have died
for a friend. That's all! If / can't
find him in Heaven, shall be disap-
pointed. My wife says he was the best
friend she ever had when she was in
the greatest distress.
Easter is over, and will soon be for
gotten. brought down some Easter
eggs for little grandson. His cousin
dyed them for him, and he was very
curious to know more about them, and
said to his mother: "Mamma. who is
this Easter man and where does he
live?" "He lives up in Heaven" she
said, "and His name is Jesus" 'Is He
selling eggs up there 2" he asked. How
these little chaps do perplex us with
their questions. Little Mary Lou has
the whooping cough, and didn't want
to take her medicine. "If you don't
take it." said her mother. "you may
die" "Well, mamma, if do die will
go to Heaven, where God is. and he
will give me pony" Iwish the grown
up people were as trusting and inno-
cent as the children. 'Suffer little
children to come unto me, for of such
is the Kingdom of Heaven" is one of
the sweetest verses in the Scriptures.
The preachers may quarrel about the
confession of faith and infant saliva
ton, but the mothers don't want any
better faith than is in that verse. and
that other one, where David said Of
his child: "He cannot come to me,
but 1 shall go to him." There is an
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