The Washington times., 1923-01-22
NOW He IS
PEDDLER
VICTIM
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three years ago, Private x, as h
has asked to be named in his story
was given all the advantages o
the only son OF a fairly weIl-to-d
family. His father was a locomotive,
engineer and his mother the daugh
ter of a physician. When but (
young chap he showed, a desire fol
the study OF medicine, which study
he was later to take up.
When the football team of Aber
deem carried off honors, it wa
private X,' that was cheered TO
making the winning touchdown, ant
when the track team led 1t was tn,
same Private x" who was cheeret
for the broad jump and the 100-yar'
dash. When he left for McGil
University, in 1900. in Canada, t
study medicine, his family ant
friends predicted brilliant futur,
for him.
The first hard blow in the life o.
the young athlete and student fel
when within but few weeks time
he heard that his mother and father
were dead. Without resources tt
finish his medical education h
ended his medical career and went
90 New York. A short time latel
the war came and he entered TIT
Thirty-fourth infantry medical
corps at Canada in December, 1914
Several years before he entered thu
service he was married.
She was wonderful little girl
one that any man would go through
H. for" he said. When I was
at the front and during the many
months I laid in hospitals with
doctors trying to fix my shattered
body, prayed that she would be
taken care of until was able tt
to return to her. Then one day,
received word that she was dead. II
seemed as If all the light in the
world had gone out. and there was
nothing to live for. !"
Fought Hard In Vain.
It was at this juncture OF the
story that the tortures Of his desire
for the drug became intense and he
paced the floor wringing his hands
in agony. One cigaret after another
he lighted, but the pain, he said
did not subside. The old wound. be
said, was calling for its remedy
dope-dope-dope. When he could
stand the pain no longer, apologize
1OE = MS WSdhnCSSe NC Op711Cua q
dresser drawer and drew forth q
bottle. q spoon and q box Of
eyringes.
God, man, it's awful. H.
nan't be worse than this. I've sol
60. I must take something"
Quickly he rolled up his right
Hleeve showing an arm filled with
needle-point holes, and filling the
syrange with a 'shot of DOPE" push.
ed down the plunger. He had struck
q vein. Blood spurted from his arm
Carefully disinfecting the wound he
started to replace the morphine and
ayfinge in the dresser drawer.
Well, old boy. you got me-" he
said, looking at the tool Of his mas.
ter--Dope
81 would give everything in the
world IL / could throw you out OF
that window" he said ST have
fought you hard, but have lost.
Oh, that some day may step out
and look the world in the face with.
out the fear that fingers are point
Ing. saying, Dope, dope, DOPE
Has Had 10000 Shots.
Eyes It was that shrapnel In the
battle OF Lens that caused me to
be doing what did just now" he
said. 81 have fought, no man will
never know how hard. to cast of
the monster, but it's got me. Look
at me now. I am a slave. It is
my master. Yes, sir, 10000 shots
since that day on the battle field
and Lord knows how many more
before I go to the place where II
cannot follow me.
sit was the shrapnel shot thai
shattered the hip. Part Of the hfr
became entangled with the nerves
One year in a hospital in England
and six months In Canada with
many operations did not help. The
pain continued. At times begged
that I be allowed to die, but they
always thought they could fix ur
the wound.
att was in the English hospital
that they first started to give me
dope. First it was one-quarter grain
of morphine every three hours. Al
first it eased the pain. Then the
pain increased. The doses increased
Each day my system became more
used to the drug and it required
more to ease the pain. At one time
] was taking as much as thirty
grains a day. Now take twelve.
"Can they cure dope addicts;
Yes, thank God, they can. It's g
hard fight, but If one has the will
power he can win the battle. The
odds are great. It will mean the
suffering of hell, but it's worth the
trial. I would do anything II ]
could cast aside the curse that this
habit holds over me. I would cut Of
my right arm-anything-if I could
be cured.
He told of entering cell padded
20 that no one could tnjure him