I do not like to see a pair of forceps! Blundell stated. Let the instrument look what it is, a formidable on! Arte, non vi (art, not strength) may be usefully engraved upon one blade; and Care periake care of the perineum) oher. His panion replied: The test of a doctors prognostic a is to determihe time to give up medial and dietetic measures ay the uterus, and overhesitancy to do this is nable, even though honorable. . . I do not mean that we should perform therapeutic abortion with a light spirit. On the trary, I am slow to adopt it and always have proper sultation. If oher hand a bear kills a man, someone said, the Croches immediately anize a hunt, capture a bear, loll it, eat its heart, and throw out the rest of the meat; they save the skin, which with the head of the beast serves as a shroud for the dead man. Among the Voguls the relative was required to seek revehe Goldi have the same in regard to the tiger; they kill him and bury him with this little speeow we are even, you have killed one of ours, we have killed one of yours. Now let us live in peace. Dont disturb us again, or we will kill you. itt, brown-haired, brown-eyed and just een, was born in Berlin (real name: Mittenstein), left Germany five years ago. In her senior year at the vent of the Sacred Heart in Greenwich, ., Carola went to the Viennese Opera Ball at the Waldorf-Astoria, otted by a Glamour editor.
I mean, the doctor resumed, we should study each patient thhly ay the uterus before she has retinitis; before jaundice has shown that there is marked liver damage; before she has polyis; before she has toxic myocarditis; before her brain is degeed, et al. -- and it be done. Meyer Davis played for the Viennese Opera Ball. Copperplate printers, said a man, deliver Society Printing i, stylish boxes. They are pelled to slipsheet the work with tissue paper, an expehe letterpress printer may avoid, if careful. Boxes, covered with enameled paper for cards and all lands of Society Printing, are on sale to carry the correct sizes. No matter how excellent your work and quality may be, women who know the correct practice will not be satisfied uhe packages are as as those sent out by the copperplate printers. The devil is not as wicked as people believe, aher is an Albanian. (itt soon dropped her plans to be a painter, made $60 an hour uhe lights, appeared on the covers of Vogue, Harpers Bazaar, Mademoiselle and Glamour, shared a Greenwich Village apartment with anirl, yearo get married and live in California. But that was later.)
The Glamour editor said: Take Dolores Wettach. Dolores Wettach is lush, Lorenesque, and doubly fn (her father is Swiss, her mother Swedish); she moved at the age of five from Switzerland to Flushing, N.Y., where her father set up a mink ranow about twenty-four ("You learn not to be too accurate"), Dolores was elected Miss Vermont in the 1956 Miss Universe test, graduated in 1957 from the Uy of Vermont with a B.S. in nursing. Now makes $60 an hour. While Dolores Wettach was w as a Manhattans Doctors Hospital, a sharp-eyed photographer saw beyond her heavy Oxfords, asked her to pose. Dying remarks: Oliver Goldsmith, 1728-74, British poet, playwright and , was asked: Is your mind at ease? He replied: No, it is not, and died. Hegel: Only one man ever uood me. And he didnt uand me. Hart e, 1899-1932, poet, as he jumped into the sea: Goodbye, everybody! Tons of people came to the Viennese Opera Ball. At noon, the first doctor said, on Jan