A Dartmouth Doctor in WWI

March 24, 1918

Heavy rain during the night. Cloudy and cold all day. Sweater on. Yesterday we had news of the bombardment of Paris and many of the men were quite sober and continued to be today. The usual poker game went on in the officers quarters last night.

Capt. Brown leaves today on a seven days of leave absence.

One thing lightens the gloom – a man is brought in to the revieving ward who has taken Iodine with suicidal intent. His reason was that he had discovered, by post, that his mother-in-law was sick with a cancer.

From MS-397, Box 1, Folder 5. To read the diary in its entirety, visit Rauner Special Collections Library and ask to see the Harry Goodall papers (MS-397).

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Down the Rabbit Hole: A Look Inside Special Collections

As part of its “Scripts” issue of the Mirror supplement, The Dartmouth recently published an article on Rauner Special Collections Library. The reporter interviewed Special The interior of Rauner Special Collections Library.Collections Librarian Jay Satterfield, and two faculty members who regularly use Special Collections for their teaching. What the reporter found surprised and awed him. Read the full article, “Down the Rabbit Hole: A Look Inside Special Collections.” 

Transfer (objects) by Julianne Swartz

Julianne Swartz's art exhibit in Sherman Art Library

Part of the Hood Museum’s exhibit Resonant Spaces: Sound Art at Dartmouth in the Sherman Art Library Reference Room

9/15/17–12/10/17

Building on the qualities and expectations of the library, Swartz created three listening objects that resemble books in scale, weight, and location. They are meant to be held and listened to by one person at a time, and this one-on-one relationship dictates the objects’ form and function. The sound is a private, singular experience that echoes the act of reading.  Please pick up the objects (one at a time) and listen to them.

One of Julianne Swartz's objects with audio

Each object transmits a short piece of specific text. Swartz transcribed each text and spoke it aloud at the rate of transcription, trying to release the words vocally only as she wrote them. So the pen rushed to catch up with her voice and her voice slowed to stay in time with the pen in order to “absorb” the texts more slowly. She recorded both the sound of her voice and the writing simultaneously on different tracks so she could mix them together in varied combinations.

Swartz chose texts that spoke of the poetic transmission from writer to reader, and of receptivity—that is, the receptivity of listening as akin to the receptive state of reading.

The three texts Swartz used, one for each object, are Deep Listening: A Composer’s Sound Practice, by Pauline Oliveros (Deep Listening Publications, 2005); Collected Prose, by Charles Olson (University of California Press, 1997); and The Poetics of Space, by Gaston Bachelard (Presses Universitaires de France, 1958).

Transfer (objects) asks us to consider the act of reading through the act of listening. It suggests the echo of language in our mind as we read to ourselves, and it reminds us of the other sounds that accompany what we often think of as a silent act. As such, it questions how we receive information and develop knowledge and wisdom in an increasingly complex and noisy world.

Students in Sherman Art Library

This exhibit is part of the larger Hood Museum exhibit. Small installations can be seen throughout the Dartmouth Campus:

Hood Downtown:  Terry Adkins and Jess Rowland
Cummings Hall: Laura Mae
Sherman Art Library: Julianne Swartz
Class of 1978 Life Sciences Center: Bill Fontana
Sherman Fairchild Physical Sciences Center: Jacob Kirkegaard
Bema Amphitheater: Alvin Lucier
Strauss Gallery at the Hopkins Center for the Arts:  Christine Sun Kim

This exhibition was organized by the Hood Museum of Art, Dartmouth, and generously supported by the George O. Southwick 1957 Memorial Fund, the Eleanor Smith Fund, the Department of Biological Sciences, the Thayer School of Engineering, and the Danish Arts Foundation.

A Dartmouth Doctor in WWI

March 13, 1918

Pleasant day, still wear sweater.

By this time I getting acquainted with [sic.] the solider who was unfortunate enough to be obliged to come to the hospital.

The camp was occupied by the third and fourth divisions. Therse were regular army divisions that were here filling up the ranks with draft men. 
One could tell the regular man from the draft man as easily as one can tell a white man from a colored man. 
Anyone who ever spent real time with these regular army men would see something that the average man does not possess – namely discipline. Am convinced now that compulsory military service would be the very best thing for all of us.  (March 16, 1924)

I recall a “regular” in Capt. Way’s ward named Douglas. 
He had been in the service for 23 years. 
I was making a routine examination of the ward on this day and I was struck by the attitude of Douglas. It was quite evident that he was “sizing me up”.
As I reached the bed I asked him what the trouble was and he said the Ward Surgeon said he had malaria but that he thought there was something wrong with his lungs. 
(Capt. Way was a resident of No. Carolina and posed as a Tuberculosis expert in the state.)
I asked him why he thought he did not have malaria and he replied
“I have seen more malaria in my tropical service than my ward surgeon ever thought of seeing and unless something is done for me I am going to die.”
I examined his chest, found the left side full of fluid and his heart pushed well to the right. Way had entirely overlooked a thing that a third year Harvard Medical student would have found. I tapped his chest and drew off a little over two quarts of fluid. He was the most grateful man. 
This discredited Way so that it was necessary for me to go through the ward every day in order to keep the men contented.

The interesting thing in this connection is that during the “flu” epidemic we were ordered by the Medical department of the army to tap all chests in cases that showed physical signs.
Way had protested this and taken up the matter with the Masons in Charlotte and had brought enough pressure to bear to make the hospital hesitate to tap unless they were quite certain that fluid was present. When Col. Sheep told me this I asked him if I was to continue under any such restrictions. He replied that I was to do as I saw fit but that he hoped I would use discretion. 

Being somewhat disturbed by the whole thing I went to the ward and asked Way why he had not tapped the man and he said that he did not believe in tapping until it was necessary. He could give no reason for making the diagnosis of malaria and from that time on I had no trouble with him. 

The draft men that came under my observation were rather a sorry lot of men.
For the most part the men came from the South and they were underdeveloped, victims of hookworm or chronic malaria.
The men from the North were for the most part boys that came from the country or poor specimens to start with. 

The point is that the city boy had a much better chance than the country boy, other things being equal. 
The country boy had not been exposed to the contagious diseases and consequently had acquired no immunity. 
As soon as he reached camp he came down with measles or scarlet fever and then he went through the list of mumps, “flu” and all the other contagious things. If he was fortunate enough to get through with them all he became a good soldier. 

In order to understand the effect of this difference it is necessary to get the draft boys point of view. 
In the most general way these boys can be classed in three groups – 
1. Boys anxious to go to war. (And it is not to be forgotten that many of this class
had enlisted long before this time.)
2. Boys that were practically indifferent. That is to say they would go if necessary
but not until it was necessary.
3. Boys that did not want to go to war but were in camp owing to the draft. 

No matter what the attitude of mind a long illness kills enthusiasm and it is no wonder that many of the boys that I came in contact with at home were ready for discharge and even faked situations that would enable them to get them discharged. 

But is illness necessary – I have visited the camp since arriving. Boys are wallowing through red mud five and six inches deep. The tents are wet. They never get a comfortable night. Everything is a hardship. Two months of life in this camp would kill anyones enthusiasm. Many of these boys would have gladly given the whole thing up before they sailed for France were it not for the fact that they did not want to be called cowards. They stuck to their jobs, they did their work and today (March 16, 1924) many of these very same boys realize the imposion [sic.] of the business world of America, the lies that the so believed leaders of our country imposed upon them. 
I am frequently asked if I believe in the bonus. 
After watching these boys for a tear for a distance from Charlotte No. Carolina to the very front line trenches I would like to go on record as saying that deep down in the hearts of the boys that did the dirty work in the war it would be impossible to find one that would say that the U.S. could ever repay them.
On the other hand so long as those that stayed at home steal from the Government they will get as much graft as they can. 
The bonus is to them nothing but graft.
A sorry United States. 

From MS-397, Box 1, Folder 4. To read the diary in its entirety, visit Rauner Special Collections Library and ask to see the Harry Goodall papers (MS-397).

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A Dartmouth Doctor in WWI

March 5, 1918.

The day I left Boston, March 3rd., the thermometer was low and there was almost a blizzard along Beacon Street. The wind was terrific. By the time I reached Washington it was so warm that I took my overcoat off as I walked to the hotel. 
On the way an officer stopped me and said it was not proper to carry my coat, I must wear it so on went the coat and up it was buttoned tight around my neck.
I had made a bad start as a soldier but a brother officer had saved me. 
By evening it was raining very hard and was very sultry.
The train was very close and sultry and smelly. 
Bed was out of the question and I went into the wash room to smoke. Here I met a very agreable [sic.] Naval officer and we chatted for some time and finally we went to bed. 

Over my head a very happy couple conversed for about two hours. When they had exhausted their conversation a fat man in the berth opposite began to snore in a very monotonous manner. 
Sometime, after some hours I finally fell asleep but not for long.

At 5.30 a.m. I could stand it no longer, got my razor, etc. and went to the wash room. Here I found my Naval friend. 
He remarked – are you up too? Hell of a night wasn’t it?

By this time the rain had stopped and it was getting warmer and warmer – and it is to be remembered that I was wearing a heavy uniform.

At 10.45 a.m. the train reached Charlotte. It was on time. Frankly I began to get nervous. Knowing nothing of military life I was anxious not to do the wrong thing at the right time. More than this I had not left Boston until two days after my orders came through and I half expected a call down for not reporting sooner. In other words I was sure they were expecting me. 

I was the only Officer to get off at Charlotte. Fortunately I found one jitney that was not engaged.

[…]

For about a mile or so we went over a nice concrete road and I thought of the lies that those two Congressmen had told me. About the time however that I had reached this conclusion we left this nice raod [sic.] and found ourselves in the slimy, sticky, red mud. Progress was near impossible. We slid and skidded. We passed cars that were stuck hopelessly in the mud. Soldiers were passing from time to time actually wallowing in the mud.  

We finally reached a delapated [sic.] looking building that the [driver] said was headquarters. It proved however to be building that was occupied by the Sanitary Dept. 
An Officer here informed me that Headquarters were on the opposite side of the camp. 
Back we started through the mud and slime and finally we reached the “Old house that was formerly an estate but now occupied by Headquarters.”

My troubles had just begun.
There were two divisions in camp. The 3rd. Division under the command of Major General Dickman  and the 4th. Division under the command of Major General Cammeron. 
General Dickman was the senior Officer and consequently in command but of course I had to find myself at the Headquarters of General Cammeron. 

We passed Gen. Dickmans quarters on the way so we retraced our steps and in due corse [sic.] of time I arrived at the proper station. I asked for the Major General, as my orders had stated that I was to report to him, but to my disappointment found that he was not in. For a moment I was lost but the Adjutant asked me the nature of my business and assured me that he could attend to me. Probably this had happened so many times that it was no longer funny to the Adjutant.

As I came out of the office I looked at my watch and it was 11.45 a.m. I had been an hour getting somewhere. 

[…]

We arrived at the Administration building at 12 noon. 
Here I met the kindly face of Major Renn, the Adjutant, and shortly felt very much at home. 
Relating my experience he informed me that all that I had done was unnecessary, that had I come directly to the hospital they would have attended to everything. 
Soon after I met Lt. Col. Sheep, the Commanding Officer. 
Shortly after this, to my surprise, Major Palfrey, of Boston, my classmate in the Medical School and my Junior in the Mass. General Hospital appeared. He was the Medical Chief at the Hospital.

At 12.30 we went to lunch and after eating we talked the situation over. It appeared that the hospital were expecting me and consequently my pleasant reception. 

At this time there were many case of “Flu” in the hospital and there was too much work and responsibility for Palfrey alone. He divided the Medical service giving me charge of A street, the lower four wards on B street, and wards D-3, 4, 7, and 8. 

After this we went over the entire Hospital and I was introduced to most of the Officers. 

I was quartered in a small wooden house in front of the Administration building. 
Major Palfrey and Major Wainwright each had a room by themselves. 
Capt. Sheaff and Capt. Crowe occupied a room together and I shared a room with Capt. Brown.
Two weeks later Brown moved to Charlotte with his family and I had the room to myself.

The Hospital was delightfully situated on a little hill in the midst of a small growth of Southern pine. 
Every thing was attractive about the place but it was evident that the number of cases and of severely sick cases was so large that they could not be properly cared for by the Medical staff on duty. 

From MS-397, Box 1, Folder 4. To read the diary in its entirety, visit Rauner Special Collections Library and ask to see the Harry Goodall papers (MS-397).

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A Dartmouth Doctor in WWI

March 4. 1917

The train was late. It was 10.45 when we arrived. 
I walked to the Hotel Cochran and called on Mrs. Charles H. Roberts. 
Had lunch with Capt. Albert Fletcher, Ordinance Dept. 
Called on Mrs. Roberts again at 3 p.m.
At her suggestion we went to the capitol and called on Congressman Sherman Burrows, from Manchester N.H. 
He has recentlt (sic.) inspected Camp Greene and had found conditions very bad there. He had not visited the Hospital however so I could get no real information as to what I might expect. 

We then called on Congressman Wasson from Nashua, N.H. 
He had also recentlt (sic.) inspected Camp Greene. His story was even more dismal than Burrows story. 
Mr. Burrows was much of a gentleman. Mr. Wasson was of a distinctly different type. 
He is a tall, large man, given to the habit of chewing tobacco. 
He sat in the usual swivel desk chair and directly in front of Mrs. Roberts. He pushed the cuspidor between Mrs. Roberts and himself, tipped back in his chair, spread his legs apart and began to talk. 
He was the picture of perfect comfort. 
Every now and them (sic.) he would expectorate a huge amount of tobacco juice, and each time he did it I expected to see Mrs. Roberts covered but never once did he miss the mark. 
If chewing tobacco is still a mark of distinction in Congress New Hampshire has reasons to feel proud. 

I was pleased to meet the secretary of this gentleman, Mr. Charles Wright of Plymouth N.H. an old friend. 

Went back to the hotel with Mrs. Roberts, had dinner with ler (sic.) and left at 9.30 p.m.
At 10.45 p.m. took the night train for Charlotte. 

From MS-397, Box 1, Folder 3. To read the diary in its entirety, visit Rauner Special Collections Library and ask to see the Harry Goodall papers (MS-397).

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Rauner Exhibit: “Revolution!”

One hundred years ago, the October Revolution initiated a social and political experiment that unleashed waves of hope, optimism, angst, and horror across the globe. The initial excitement of artists and intellectuals eager for a new world turned to despair as the realities of a new form of tyranny became manifest.

“Revolution!” draws on Rauner Special Collections Library’s rich collections to show how the products of the Russian Revolution expressed the varied reactions to the rise of communism.

The exhibit was curated by Jay Satterfield and Wendel Cox and will be on display in the Class of 1965 Galleries from September 19th through November 10th, 2017. To learn more about the exhibit, visit its webpage: https://www.dartmouth.edu/~library/rauner/exhibits/revolution.html.

A Dartmouth Doctor in WWI

[There is a sizeable gap in Goodall’s diary in which no new entries appear between November 1917 and March 1918. There are, however, a number of other documents and correspondence in his diary papers that cover the period between these posts. To peruse them, visit Rauner Special Collections Library and request the Harry Goodall papers (MS-397).]

March 3, 1918. Sunday

My orders were received on March 1st. but it was necessary to attend to various things and it was not until the 3rd. that I was able to wind up my affairs.


Left Boston the Federal Express for Washington at 7.48 p.m. It had been a very hard day. I had seen a lot of people and had telephoned incessantly.
As I walked to the station I met Mr. and Mrs. George B. Dexter. They had been nice enough to come and say good bye. When I went down to the train I found Sam. Guild and Col. Cummings waiting to see me off.

From MS-397, Box 1, Folder 3. To read the diary in its entirety, visit Rauner Special Collections Library and ask to see the Harry Goodall papers (MS-397).

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Library Teaching Quarterly: SU17

Keeping you up to date with Library teaching and outreach activities.

DEN Innovation Center

DEN Innovation Center at 4 Currier Place

Feldberg Librarians at DEN

Since the spring of 2016 Feldberg librarians Anne Esler, Karen Sluzenski, and Emily Boyd have been embedded with the Dartmouth Entrepreneurial Network (DEN). The DEN is a co-working space located at 4 Currier Place in Hanover and provides programming and resources for students with entrepreneurial pursuits.

Feldberg Librarians are available for consultations at DEN during “Research Office Hours” and have had many interesting interactions with students, faculty and other community members. Winners of the two-minute pitch competition “The Pitch” receive consultations with librarians in addition to cash prizes and consultations with entrepreneurs. Librarians provide instruction around library resources related to market research and analysis, patents, and more. DEN is a strong program that is continuing to evolve, and the Feldberg librarians have found meaningful ways to engage with their programming and participants. Interactions with Feldberg librarians and the resources available through the library can play a key role in helping students identify potential opportunities and work on their projects.

DCAL logoCourse Design Institute for New Faculty

Sixteen new faculty attended a DCAL-sponsored three-day institute on course design August 15-17. The institute was designed and facilitated by a team from DCAL, Instructional Design, and the Library.

The content was structured using the Understanding by Design (also known as backwards design) model with the theme of universal design woven throughout. There were hands on activities, group activities, lots of discussion, and time for participants to apply what they learned to designing their own course.

Research Data Workshops

The Library’s Research Data Management Interest Group recently completed its second data management workshop series for faculty, staff, and students across campus. Designed to provide support for data driven research on campus, the six-session series explored the research data management lifecycle and provided best practices and hands-on instruction on a variety of data topics and tools.

Data life cycle

The Library and Research Computing offered workshops exploring the different stages of the research data lifecycle.

The series included sessions on data management planning and the DMPTool, data management using Excel, data sharing and preservation, research data storage on campus and beyond, data tidying with OpenRefine and Tableau, and data visualization with R. A collaborative project between the Library and Research Computing, the workshops were led by James Adams (RIS), Pamela Bagley (Biomed), Christian Darabos (ITS), Don Fitzpatrick (Biomed), Katie Harding (Kresge), Lora Leligdon (Kresge), and Jenny Mullins (Preservation).

Offered in both winter and summer terms, the workshops were attended by over 100 participants and received excellent feedback.  Next winter, a revised series will be held at DHMC with special focus on RDM for biomedical and human subjects research.

Workshop materials and future offering can be found on the data management research guide. For more information, or to request a workshop, please contact ResearchDataHelp@groups.dartmouth.edu.

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Contributors: Emily Boyd (Feldberg Librarians at DEN), Pamela Bagley (Course Design Institute for New Faculty), and Lora Leligdon (Research Data Workshops).
Editor: Katie Harding

A Dartmouth Doctor in WWI

Commissioned Major on Nov. 20, 1917.

During my interview with Major Janeway, at Washington, I was requested to select four assistants. The men must be Hospital graduates and men that were not already in the service. After considerable trouble I finally found the following men –

Dr. Louis McQuade, first assistant.
Dr Richard Eustis.
Dr. George Papen.
Dr. Warren Pettingill.

The five of us constituted a medical unit.
Similar surgical units were organized.

At this time Dr. Franklin Balch had organized a surgical unit and it was understood that we would combine.
However as time went on, and once ready we were eager to get into active service, there was no immediate prospect of getting away.

Dr. Fred Lund had organized a similar unit and hed been promised early service. After talking things over with Dr. Balch I decided to go with Dr. Lund.

It was March 1st.1918 when I finally entered active service. During these three months there was the greatest feeling of unrest. We were expecting the call any day, it was difficult to make appointments in advance, practice was self-demoralized.

From MS-397, Box 1, Folder 2. To read the diary in its entirety, visit Rauner Special Collections Library and ask to see the Harry Goodall papers (MS-397).

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