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On the morning of Thursday, March 2, 1950, I read the following obituary in the New York Times:
MARTIN A. COUNEY, "INCUBATOR DOCTOR"
Dr. Martin A. Couney, a specialist in the care of prematurely born infants, who had shown such babies to the public for an admission price at fairs and other exhibitions throughout the United States and in Europe for more than fifty years, died last night at his home, 3728 Surf Avenue, Sea Gate, Coney Island. He was 80 years old. "The Incubator Doctor" as Dr. Couney was informally known, was born in Germany, studied medicine in Breslau, Berlin and Leipzig, receiving an M.D., and later in Paris under Dr. Pierre C. Budin, noted pediatrician, who developed a method of saving the prematurely born.
At the Berlin Exposition in 1896, Dr. Couney operated an exhibit of prematurely born babies to show the Budin technique. The exhibit was a financial success, as was a second one at Earl's Court in London. In 1898 Dr. Couney paid his first visit to the United States and staged an exhibit at the Omaha Trans-Mississipi Exposition. He returned to Paris for the exposition of 1900, but was back in this country for the Buffalo Exposition the next year, and then decided to remain here for good.
For years he had shows at both Dreamland and Luna Park, and the night Dreamland was destroyed by fire the babies were saved by a quick transfer to the Luna Park incubators, some of the lodgers doubling up.
Dr. Couney had one of his Baby Incubators attractions at the New York World's Fair [1939-40]. He leaves a daughter, Hildegarde Couney, long associated with her father's affairs. His wife, Annabelle May Couney, died in 1938.
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An interesting topic that should have its own thread.
We are certainly a strange lot Doc. I have always been astonished by the paradox of humanity.
One such paradox (inter alia) which for me is topical at the moment, is the favour we see in changes of mindset from individual plebeians (or en masse), whereas changes in mindset by politicians viewed as a "backflip" with associated negative connotations.
We are certainly a strange lot Doc. I have always been astonished by the paradox of humanity.
One such paradox (inter alia) which for me is topical at the moment, is the favour we see in changes of mindset from individual plebeians (or en masse), whereas changes in mindset by politicians viewed as a "backflip" with associated negative connotations.
The swing voters are voting for something, a promise of sorts...not unreasonable to expect election promises to be kept, much like we expect wedding vows (promises) to be kept.
What would be refreshing and a possible mind set changer...is for Tony to simply say "i changed my mind because" and then sell that as a positive and not a lie.
I couldn't believe lots of stuff about WWII... That an entire nation would rally behind Hitler and believe his rhetoric ...
I couldn't believe lots of stuff about WWII
But a German woman who was there, explained it simply.
The German people were hungry and unemployed.
Hitler delivered food and jobs.
Nelson Mandela: the freedom fighter who embraced his enemies
John Carlin knew Mandela in the tumultuous years just after his release. Here he tells of the private meetings that proved he was a master at winning over even the most implacable opponents
Nelson Mandela arrived early for work on 11 May 1994, the day after his inauguration as the first black president of South Africa. As he walked down the deserted corridors, past framed watercolours celebrating the derring-do of white settlers at the time of the Great Trek, he paused outside a door and knocked.
A voice said "Come in" and Mandela, who was 6ft, found himself looking up at a vast, second-row forward of a man, an Afrikaner by the name of John Reinders, chief of presidential protocol during the tenure both of the last white president, FW de Klerk, and his predecessor, PW Botha.
"Good morning, how are you?" said Mandela, with a cheery grin.
"Very well, Mr President, and you?"
"Very well, ve-ry well …" Mandela replied. "But, ah … may I ask, what are you doing?"
Reinders, who was packing away his belongings into cardboard boxes, replied: "I am taking away my things, Mr President. I am moving to another job."
"Ah, very good. Where is it you are going?"
"Back to the prisons department. I served there as a major before coming to work here in the presidency."
"Ah, no," Mandela grinned. "No, no, no. I know that department ve-ry well. I would not recommend doing that."
Turning serious, Mandela proceeded to persuade Reinders to stay. "You see, we people, we are from the bush. We do not know how to administer a body as complex as the presidency of South Africa. We need the help of experienced people such as yourself. I would ask you, please, to stay at your post. I intend only to serve for one presidential term and then, of course, you would be free to do as you wish."
Reinders, as astonished as he was charmed, needed no further explanations. Slowly, shaking his head in wonder, he began to empty his boxes.
Reinders, whose eyes filled with tears as he recalled that story some time later, told me that during the five years he had served at Mandela's side, travelling far and wide with him, he had received nothing but courtesy and kindness. Mandela treated him with the same respect, he said, as he showed the president of the United States, the pope or Britain's Queen, who, incidentally, adored him. Mandela must have been the only person in the world, with the possible exception of the Duke of Edinburgh, who always called her "Elizabeth" – or at least who was able to do so without drawing even a shadow of a rebuke. (A friend of mine who was having dinner with him once at his home in Johannesburg recalled how a servant came in with a portable phone. It was the Queen on the line. Smiling broadly, Mandela put the phone to his ear and exclaimed: "Ah, Elizabeth! How are you? How are the children?")
I had a German friend, old dude at the time now passed...he simply left, took what he had in 1933 and sailed for England and when a few years later war was inevitable sailed for neutral Ireland, sat out the war there.
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