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The doctor hurried to the box
“Well, If It Isn’t...”
BY JHAN AND JUNE ROBBINS
Ever meet a long-lost
relative in embarrassing
circumstances? Lots of
people have. Just listen
Jersey City business man, after con
ducting a futile worldwide search for
his brother who had disappeared from
Vienna in 1939, gave him up for dead and
prepared to have a memorial service said
for him. Returning home after completing
the sad arrangements, he was met at the
door by his wife.
“I’m afraid we’re going to have trouble
with those new neighbors next door,” she
said irritably. “They’ve already been over
to borrow the lawnmower!” Glancing across
the dividing hedge, the bereaved man
spotted his long-lost brother, making hard
work of a front yard full of dandelions.
This incredible coincidence is only one of
a raft of astounding cases in war records and
police annals wherein a trick of fate has
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odds of as much as fifty million to one.
Tha Cop ud Um Vagrant
In Philadelphia, a rookie policeman mak
ing his first arrest brought in a pleasant
old gentleman who was plainly guilty of
vagrancy. En route to the station house,
however, the rookie felt an instinctive liking
for the octogenerian and began to be sorry
he had picked him up. At the jail, finger
prints proved that his instinct had some
basis — the prisoner turned out to be his
grandfather.
Many such odd encounters were reported
during the war. Twin brothers in Montreal,
Canada, enlisted in the RCAF, were sepa
rated as soon as they donned their uniforms
and were unable to manage a meeting before
one was shot down over France.
A few weeks later, the other twin was flying
over Brittany when the engine dropped out
of his flak-riddled plane. He parachuted
into a peasant’s pig pen. Wiping off the
mud, he dragged himself painfully to
the farmhouse and knocked. There was
silence. Then, cautiously, inch by inch, the
door was opened — by his brother!
In Portland, Ore., three men came out of a
waterfront tavern and attacked a passerby,
beating him unmercifully. The victim’s cries
were heard aboard a merchant ship at a
nearby wharf, just in from Shanghai. A
husky sailor raced down the gangplank, put
the three bullies to rout and hauled the vic
tim to his feet. It was his father.
Comedy, on the other hand, marked the
accidental meeting of a dignified Baltimore
physician and his socially prominent sister.
When a popular, long-run Broadway play
noted for-its obscene language opened in
that dty, both Joined with a group of con
sdentious citizens in condemning the drama
and asking its prohibition on the grounds of
decency. Then, like many others of the
curious, each quietly purchased a ticket and
attended the opening performance, anxious
to see and hear but hoping not to be seen.
HtpnUtioa Vs. Hippocrates
lx was at the end of the first act that the
call went up, “Is there a doctor in the
house?” The physician sat as though nailed
to his seat. To answer the call would be to
risk his social reputation. To ignore it would
violate the Hippocratic code. After a few
minutes of struggle, Hippocrates won
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secluded box to attend a woman who
had fainted. He needn’t have worried —
the patient was even more embarrassed
than he was. It was his sister.
A reunion with a long-missing relation is
usually an occasion for much joy all around.
But not always. Family ties meant nothing
to an outraged couple who, returning to
their Chicago hotel room between cocktails
and dinner, discovered a sneak thief halfway
out their window with his hands full of
clothing and jewels. The man and his wife
were not surprised when the thief greeted
them like a long-lost cousin. He was. But the
couple was unimpressed by the kinship.
Summoning the police, they had their light
fingered relative jugged.
"It's My Wile"
The outstanding example, however, of the
moral strength of coincidence is the New
York divorce-court evidence offered by a
taxi driver.
“I knew my wife was two-timing me,” he
testified, "but I never could catch her with
the fella. Then, one midnight, after I take
a fare to the station, I pass a couple duck
ing out of a hotel. They try to flag me
, down. I'm on my way home and I don’t
figure to stop but it’s pouring rain. I feel
sorry for 'em, so I stop. The dame kisses the
fella good night and climbs into the cab. It’s
my wife.” Divorce was granted.