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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s

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on a concert just for me. He also has promised to pose again for me one day, and I am anticipating getting him on canvas in pigment.
At the beginning of the fifth week with the approach of the New Year and its attendant change in hospital service, I was being prepared with final checks for dismissal. Of course, I hadn't been consulted nor did I know what was in the work until Thursday evening. I was making last minute preparations for bed when Dr. Reecer pushed the door ajar and walked in. Very adroitly - I must say - he approached me with the subject in mind.
Upon the first of January," he explained, "the hospital services are changing. Dr. Tom Tooks is doing some Macholyl tests in the laboratory, is trying to complete his one-hundred tests and needs two more to finish. We naturally thought of you. There is also a man down the other corridor, a gastric ulcer, who will be the then individual of a view of the fact that time is getting short and Dr. Tucker is trying to finish his project. We should like to send you tomorrow for a Micholyl." He approached me as though my selection as a victim were a great priviledge - rather than the necessary evil which it turned out to be.
"If he is doing a research problem," I quickly jumped to a conclusion, "and he needs more material, I will gladly serve as a guinea pig" and added, - "By the way what is a Mecholyl?"
"some kind of an acid test, I believe," he replied rather evasively.

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on a concert just for me. He also has promised to pose again for me one day, and I am anticipating getting him on canvas in pigment. At the beginning of the fifth week with the approach of the New Year and its attendant change in hospital service, I was being prepared with final checks for dismissal. Of course, I hadn't been consulted nor did I know what was in the work until Thursday evening. I was making last minute preparations for bed when Dr. Reecer pushed the door ajar and walked in. Very adroitly - I must say - he approached me with the subject in mind. Upon the first of January," he explained, "the hospital services are changing. Dr. Tom Tooks is doing some Macholyl tests in the laboratory, is trying to complete his one-hundred tests and needs two more to finish. We naturally thought of you. There is also a man down the other corridor, a gastric ulcer, who will be the then individual of a view of the fact that time is getting short and Dr. Tucker is trying to finish his project. We should like to send you tomorrow for a Micholyl." He approached me as though my selection as a victim were a great priviledge - rather than the necessary evil which it turned out to be. "If he is doing a research problem," I quickly jumped to a conclusion, "and he needs more material, I will gladly serve as a guinea pig" and added, - "By the way what is a Mecholyl?" "some kind of an acid test, I believe," he replied rather evasively.