Los Angeles herald., 1906-02-09
STUDENTS VIEW
SCENE OF HORROR
socloLoGIST CLASS VISIT THE
COUNTY HOSPITAL
One Fair Lass Grows Sick With
Awful Burden of Woe and Has
Good Unscentlfic
CRY
BY Ethel Dolson

If you have troubles to forget go
over to the county hospital; if the
day looks dark and you have that
Whats the use?" feeling go over to
the county hospital. If you have any
aches or pains. mental, moral or physi-
cal-go over to the county hospital
and you will forget them, If you have
a heart that can be moved by the
sight of human suffering.
The institution was visited yesterday
by Rev. Dana Bartlett's class in socio-
logy 1t was fresh-faced, bright-eyed
youth and health come to sit at the
feet of pain and learn. They tipt oed
through aisles of sufferers. helpless in
the grip of disease. as if ashamed of
their own strong young bodies. And
they learned at every step fresh les
son in patience and fortitude.
1t were hard to say If the distress
ing sights were not as painful to some
of the more sensitive of the students
as to the stricken ones who had it to
bear.
One Girl Has "Good Cry
1t was too much at least for one
tender-hearted girl, who slipped out of
a group gathered around the chair of
rheumatism, and went off in a corner
to cry by herself. Her behavior was
most unscientific. She ought to have
remained with the class and taken
notes on the cease" while Miss Woods
the matron, explained it to them.
The blessing of merely being able
to walk is something that Sawoda
would have told us about if Sawoda
could have talked English or we Japa-
nese. When he came to the hospital
he had beri-beri, a mysterious ASiatic
disease, that is generally regarded as
incurable. He was shrunken to a skel-
eton and could not stand up, and he
WINGED with pain every time he was
touched.
"Now he can walk" said Miss
Woods "he is our star patient. Mas
sage and feeding him up did it,"
Sawoda knew he was expected to dem
onstrate and proudly essayed care
less stroll down the ward. 1t was a
stiff-legged attempt just enough like
walk to make us feel pretty lucky
that we We're able TO do the real thing.
Witness Awful Suffering
The man with heart disease preached
another little sermon. You, who can
breathe all the air you want without
exertion, ought to see what it means
to fight for it. He sat on his bed, with
the covers down to his waist, beating
the air with his feeble hands for each
breath. At every inspiration he gasped
like a dying fish and raised his head
to suck in more of that air his poor
weak heart could not pump in fast
enough. 1t was cool enough in the
ward. but he tried to fan a little more
air into his lungs with piece of paper.
But enough of suffering. That was
but one of the ptiful sights that met
us-woe sufficient to furnish common
taries on several sociological texts. We
thought we had seen the last of the
crippled, tuberculars insane and blind
when we were once more out in the
open air. But no, one of the most
pathetic had been reserved to the last.
Behind us, down the steps, woman
was carried to a cab that stood wait
ing. Misunderstanding her
home to die" someone said. And again
we thought of the blessing of our
health as we glimpsed the wide, horror
haunted eyes of the sufferer.
Lemonade, Woe and Plagiarism
Three items went down in the note
books of the students when the county