Contradicta

The general practitioner -- that twinkling beaver, who would cure typhoid, cardiac lesions, Bright's, Brown's and his Old Widow Smith's diseases with a pat on the cheek and a few friendly words, who would write prescriptions for warts, chilblains, the horrors, and baggy pants--is doomed to give way to the specialist, people have declared.

Said Dr. George E. Vincent, President of the Rockefeller Foundation, in a prolog to the annual report of the Foundation, shortly to be issued: "The general practitioner of ability, character and personality is a fundamentally valuable person . . . He cheers, encourages, warns, commands . . . not only a physician, but a friend . . . disappearance would be a serious loss."

Country mice, people have declared, are fatter than city mice--the old oaken bucket is a better vessel than the iron water pipe--the rugged farmer's lad, how he bulges beside the spindling sallowling from the city.

Said Dr. Vincent: "It is a fact . . . that the natural advantages which the rural districts possess are more than offset by the better health protection afforded by the city."