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Given the signal, Mr. L. presents himself at the admitting office, tells the young lady there who to inform in case he should die while in the hospital, and is sent to his room. The admitting nurse greets him and tells him to take off his clothes and go to bed. Feeling somehow unready and deflated he complies, beginning thereby the long series of his submissions.

 Well, what else would you do but submit? Your doctor's orders. What's the use in coming in to the hospital if you don't intend to co-operate? They're all trying

to solve your problem and you'd be a food if you didn't help them to do it.

 So Mr. L answered the endless questions read aloud by the intern out of his pocket manual. He answered them cheerfully and courteously even though he found

many of them pretty silly. If they really made any sense I should think that kid would be able to carry them in mind rather than having to paw his way through his manual, he