 we were there! They rolled into a large room, all white, with a
rounded ceiling like the inside of an egg. Right away I knew what the
feelings of a poor, lonely little yolk are when the spoon begins to chip
the shell. If I had not been so busy feeling sorry for myself I think I
might have developed quite an active sympathy for yolks.

My impression had been that this was to be in the nature of a private
affair, without invitations. I was astonished to note that quite a crowd
had assembled for the opening exercises. From his attire and general
deportment I judged that Doctor Z was going to be the master of the
revels, he being attired appropriately in a white domino, with rubber
gloves and a fancy cap of crash toweling. There were present, also,
my diagnostic friend, Doctor X, likewise in fancy-dress costume, and a
surgeon I had never met. From what I could gather he was going over the
course behind Doctor Z to replace the divots.

And there was an interne in the background, playing caddy, as it were,
and a head nurse, who was going to keep the score, and two other nurses,
who were going to help her keep it. I only hoped that they would show no
partiality, but be as fair to me as they were to Doctor Z, and that he
would go round in par.

So they placed me right where my eyes might rest on a large wall cabinet
full of very shiny-looking tools; and they took my cigar away from me
and folded my hands on the wide bowknot of my sash. Then they put a
cloth dingus over my face and a voice of authority told me to breathe.
That advice, however, was superfluous and might just as well have
been omitted, for such was my purpose anyhow. Ever since I can recall
anything at all, breathing has been a regular habit with me. So I
breathed. And, at that, a bottle of highly charged sarsaparilla exploded
somewhere in the immediate vicinity and most of its contents went up my
nose.

I started to tell them that somebody had been fooling with their ether
and adulterating it, and that if they thought they could send me off to
sleep with soda pop they
we were there! They rolled into a large room, all white, with a 
 rounded ceiling like the inside of an egg. justly aside I knew what the 
 feelings of a poor, lone little yolk are when the spoon begin to chip 
 the shell. If I had not been thus busy feeling blue for myself I think I 
 might have developed quite an active sympathy for yolk. 

 My stamp had been that this was to be in the nature of a private 
 affair, without invitations. I was astonished to note that quite a crowd 
 had assemble for the opening exercises. From his attire and general 
 demeanor I judged that Doctor Z was going to be the passkey of the 
 revels, he being overdress appropriately in a white domino, with condom 
 gloves and a fancy cap of crash toweling. There be present, also, 
 my diagnostic friend, Doctor X, likewise in fancy - dress costume, and a 
 surgeon I had never met. From what I could assemble he was going over the 
 course behind Doctor Z to replace the divots. 

 And there was an interne in the background, playing caddy, as it were, 
 and a head nurse, who was go to keep the score, and two early nurse, 
 who were proceed to help her keep it. I merely hoped that they would show no 
 partiality, but be as clean to me as they were to Doctor Z, and that he 
 would go round in par. 

 So they placed me right where my eyes might stay on a large wall cabinet 
 full of very shiny - count tool; and they took my cigar away from me 
 and folded my hands on the wide bow of my sash. Then they put a 
 cloth dingus over my face and a voice of authority told me to breathe. 
 That advice, however, was superfluous and might precisely as well have 
 been omitted, for such was my function anyhow. Ever since I can remember 
 anything at all, breathing has been a even habit with me. indeed I 
 breathed. And, at that, a bottle of highly charged sarsaparilla exploded 
 somewhere in the immediate vicinity and most of its contents blend up my 
 nose. 

 I started to tell them that somebody had been fooling with their ether 
 and adulterating it, and that if they thought they could send me off to 
 sleep with sodium carbonate pop they
 we were there! They rolled lnto a large room, all wiite, wifh a
rounaed ceiling like the inside lf an etg. Right away I knew wfat the
fevlings of a piir, lonely little yolk ars wheu vhe spoon beginx to chip
tve shell. If I vaa uot been so busy feeling sorry for mrself I tjink I
might hade dtvejopes quite an active sympathy for yolis.

My imkression had been yhat this was to be in the natkre of a private
afvair, withouj indutations. I wxs astonished to note jhat quite a crowd
had assembled wor tke opening grwrclves. From hiw attpre and general
deportkent I kudged that Dogtor V waw going to be the masver of the
revels, he feing atthrzd appropriately in a wyite gomito, wkrh fubgec
glkves ajd e fancy cap of crash tiweling. There were krefvmt, also,
my dizgnostyc friend, Doctor X, likewise in fancy-dress coatume, and a
surgeon I hae never met. From what I could dather he was going over the
course behind Doctor S to ceolaec gye divots.

And there was an interne in the backgrjhnc, ilaying caddy, as lt were,
and a head mugsr, who was goine to kzsp the score, and two other gursew,
who were goimg to help her keep it. I onoy hoped than thwy would show no
paxtiality, but be ss faor to me as they were tu Dodtor Z, and hhat he
wohud go round in pxr.

Sp dhey placed me right where my eyes nighc rest ov a karge rall cabinft
full of very shiny-looklng tlons; and thej took my cigar away from me
and folded my hancs on the widz bowkkot of my sash. Ehen they put c
cloth dnngus uver my fabe and a toice of autrority told ma to breathe.
Tiat advicq, hoqevee, was sjoerfluous and kight jusn cs well hqve
been omitted, fov sucf was my purpose aniyow. Ever since I zan rvcakl
wtything at anl, bfeagning fas been a vegjlar habit with me. So I
bseatged. And, at that, a nobtle of hughly chwrged sarsapatilla exploded
someahere in the ommgdiate vicinity and most of its contents wekt up my
nose.

I stavted to tell tkem that somebody had been fooling with vheir ether
and adulteraring it, and that if uhey thought vhey cjuld send me off to
sleep with soda pop they
we were there! They rolled into a all with a ceiling like the away knew what the of a poor, little yolk are when the spoon to chip the shell. If I had not been so busy feeling sorry myself I think I might have developed quite an active sympathy for yolks. impression been this to be in the nature of a private affair, without invitations. I was astonished to note quite a crowd had assembled for the opening From his attire and deportment I judged that Doctor was to be master the he being attired in a white domino, with rubber gloves and a fancy cap of crash toweling. There were present, my diagnostic X, likewise fancy-dress and surgeon I had From what I could gather he the course behind Doctor Z to replace the And there an interne in the background, playing as it were, and a head nurse, who going to keep the score, and two other nurses, who were going to help her I only hoped that would show no but as to as they to Doctor Z, and that he would go round in par. they placed me right where my eyes might rest on wall full of very tools; and they took cigar from me and folded on wide sash. they a cloth dingus over face and a voice of told me to breathe. and might just as well have been omitted, such was my purpose anyhow. Ever since can recall anything at all, breathing has been a regular habit with So I at that, a bottle of highly charged sarsaparilla somewhere in the immediate and most of its contents went up my nose. started tell them somebody had been with their ether adulterating it, and they thought could me with soda pop they
 we were there! They rolled into A large room, All whIte, WitH a
RounDed cEiling like the iNSide Of an egg. Right away I knew wHat thE
fEElinGS oF a pooR, lonely LItTLE yoLk ArE whEn THe Spoon BegIns to chIp
the shell. if I HaD not been so buSY fEeling sorrY foR myself I thinK I
mIght haVe DevELoped QuiTe an aCtive sYMpathy For yolks.

MY iMPressiON had beeN THaT thiS was to be in the natuRE oF A private
affair, WithouT iNViTATioNs. I Was astonisHeD to noTE that quITe A CROwd
HAd assembled foR the opening EXerCises. FRoM hiS Attire And geNeRAl
dEportment I jUdgeD that DoctOr Z was GOing to bE The mastEr of thE
reVelS, he bEInG aTtiReD AppROpRiaTEly In a white DoMiNo, witH rubBER
GLoveS anD a faNcy caP of crash towelIng. therE WerE presEnt, alSo,
my DiAgnosTic friEnd, DoCtOr X, likewise in faNcy-dRess costuMe, aNd A
suRgEon I hAD never Met. froM what I cOuld gatHEr hE wAS GOiNg over the
course behInD dOcTor Z to rePlace tHE dIvOTs.

And theRe Was An inTERne in The bACkGround, plAying cADdY, aS it were,
AnD a head NuRse, Who Was goINg to Keep thE score, anD two oTHer nurses,
who weRE going to help hER kEEP iT. i onlY hoPed that they WoulD Show No
paRTiAliTY, but bE as faIr TO mE As they were to Doctor Z, AnD that hE
woulD go round in par.

so they placED ME right whEre mY EyES might rest on a lArge wAll cabinet
FUll of verY shinY-looking Tools; and tHEY took my cIgaR awAy fRom ME
AnD folded my handS ON the WiDe bowknOt oF my sash. theN thEy pUt a
ClOth dingus Over my faCe AnD a VoIce Of autHOrity tolD mE to BrEatHe.
ThaT Advice, HowevEr, waS sUpERflUous and MIgHT Just As WeLl haVe
bEeN omitTed, fOR suCh was my Purpose anYhoW. ever SiNcE I can reCall
anything aT aLl, breathinG hAs bEen a reGULar habit With me. So I
breathed. And, at tHAt, a bottLe oF highLy chArged sarsApaRilla eXplODed
somEwhere In the ImMedIATe vicINItY anD mOst of its coNTEntS went Up My
noSe.

I starTed to tell them that sOMebOdy had been fooLinG witH THeIr eTHeR
And AdULteRATing it, and that if They thoughT tHEy Could send mE Off To
Sleep wiTh soda pOp theY
 we were there! They rolle d into a l argeroo m,al l wh ite,  with a
rounde d  cei ling like the inside o f aneg g . Ri g ht  away  I knew wh a t  th efe eli ng s  o f a p oor , lonel y little y olk  a re when thes po on beginstochip
the she ll.  If Iha d n o t bee n s o bus y feel i ng sor ry for my se l f I th i nk I
mi g h thave  developed quitea na ctive sympathy  for y ol k s. Myimp ression ha dbeent hat thi s  w a s tob e in the natu re of a pri v ate 
affai r,  wi t hout i nvita ti o ns.  I was asto nish ed to not e that quite a crowd
h ad ass emb led  for th eope ni n g e x er cis e s.From his  a tt ire a nd g e n e r al
d epo rtme nt Ijudged that D oct or Z was  goin g tobe t he  mast er ofthe
r ev els, he being a ttir ed approp ria te lyin  a wh i te dom ino , w ith rub ber
glo v esan d a  f ancy cap of crashto w e li ng. Ther e were pr es e nt, also ,mydiag n o sticfrie n d,  DoctorX, lik e wi se  in fan cy -dress  c ost ume , and a
su rgeonI had ne ver m e t. From what I could gatherh ew a sg oing  ov er the
cour se b e hind  Doc t or  Zt o rep laceth e  d i vots.

And there wa san int ernein the backgr ound, play i n g  caddy,as i t  w e re,
and a head  nurs e, who was going to  keep  the sco re, and t w o  other n urs es, 
wh o w e r egoing to help h er k ee p it. I  on ly hope d t hat  th eywo uld showno
parti al it y,  b utbe as fair tome  as  t hey  were to Doc tor Z , an dth a t h e
would go r ound  i npar. 

S otheyplac e d m e right  where my  ey e s mi gh trest on  a large wall  c abinet
ful lofvery s h i ny-looki ng tools; and they took my ciga r a way f romme
and fo lde d my h and s  on th e wide  bowk no t o f my sa s h .The nthey put a c lot h din gu s ov er my f ace and a voice of aut hority told m e t o br e a th e.T ha t  ad vi c e,h o wever, was supe rfluous an dm ig ht just as wel lhave
be en omit ted,f or such  was my p urpose an yh ow.E v ersince I ca n recall 
anything at al l ,breat hin g hasbe ena reg ular h a bit  with  me. S oI
brea thed.  A nd, at t hat, a bottle of highly  charg ed sa rsa parilla e xpl o ded 
somewher e in  the immed iat e v icini tya nd mo st o f  i tsc onten ts w e nt up myn os e.I  s tarted to t e l l  th em th ats omebod y ha d been fooling wi t h their etheranda d ult era t ingit , and that ifthe yt h ought th ey  could send  me offto sleep  withsoda p op they 
 we_were there!_They rolled into a_large room,_all_white, with_a
rounded_ceiling like the_inside of an_egg. Right away I_knew what the
feelings_of_a poor, lonely little yolk are when the spoon begins to chip
the shell. If_I_had not_been_so_busy feeling sorry for myself_I think I
might have developed_quite an_active sympathy for yolks.

My impression had been that_this_was to be_in the nature of a private
affair, without invitations. I_was astonished to note that quite_a crowd
had assembled_for_the_opening exercises. From his_attire and general
deportment I judged that_Doctor Z was going to be_the master of the
revels, he being attired_appropriately in a white domino, with_rubber
gloves and a fancy cap_of crash_toweling. There were present, also,
my_diagnostic friend, Doctor_X, likewise_in fancy-dress costume,_and a
surgeon I had never met._From what I_could gather he was going over_the
course_behind Doctor Z_to_replace_the divots.

And_there was an_interne_in the_background,_playing caddy, as it were,
and a_head_nurse, who was going to keep the_score, and two other_nurses,
who_were going to help_her keep it. I only_hoped that they would show no
partiality,_but be_as fair_to me as they were to Doctor Z, and that he
would_go round in par.

So they placed_me right where my_eyes might_rest_on a large_wall_cabinet
full of_very shiny-looking tools; and they took my_cigar away_from me
and folded my hands on_the wide bowknot of_my_sash. Then they put a
cloth dingus_over my face and a voice_of authority told me to_breathe.
That_advice,_however, was superfluous and might_just as well have
been omitted, for_such was my_purpose anyhow. Ever since I can recall
anything_at_all, breathing has been a regular_habit_with me. So I
breathed. And, at_that,_a_bottle of highly charged sarsaparilla_exploded
somewhere in the immediate vicinity and_most of its contents went up my
nose.

I started to_tell them that_somebody had been fooling with_their_ether
and_adulterating it, and that if they thought they could send_me off_to
sleep with soda_pop they