previous to going to California, and so I returned as one of his patients when back in Ogden. Although I loved my California work, I felt that it would be best for me to return, too. Vern had to work so very hard in California for low wages that when he knew of Dora and Emil's offer to travel back to Utah, he wanted to go with them. I wanted to be close to Vern and my immediately family, too, so we returned. Vern paid for our half of the trip. Vern readily found work in Ogden from his Uncle Sanford (Tan) Harrop who owned the H & A Restaurant. A DISABLING ILLNESS In early fall, my sister Ida and I enrolled in night school at Ogden High School taking typing and stenography. I attended about 5 weeks or so, and then I accepted a job as receptionist for Dr. Robinson, M.D. on Washington Boulevard. However, I took ill. As my illness progressed, my right arm and shoulder were affected so that I didn't have the use of them in my work. I stayed at home to take care of it as well as I could. We followed instructions from a medical doctor. The arm was so sore and painful that I couldn't stand anyone to touch it. About this time, I received a letter from Dr. Crosby saying that if I returned to California he would do all he could to treat my condition. We thought this was so kind of him. On November 11, 193 0, Armistice Day, Vern wanted to take me out on a date, but I was too ill to go, so he took Ida. This aliment continued during November and December of 1930. In January 1931, Dr. Junior Rich examined me saying it looked as if my arm had come out of socket at the shoulder. He suggested rubbing it with oil of wintergreen and wearing it in a sling. My mother and others did all they could to alleviate the pain I had with my arm. They would prepare packs of Denver Mud and place them from my shoulder all down my arm. This was repeated many times. Finally, the pain seemed to subside, but I still continued to use the sling. C. J. A. LINDQUIST/Dr. JOHN J. NUGENT C. J. A. Lindquist often stopped at Mother and Dad's home to visit and learn how his grandchildren, Shirley and Richard, were doing. When he heard of my ailment, he was very concerned. He advised my parents to take me to Dr. Nugent, a licensed osteopathic masseur who was located in the Central Building on the northeast corner of 24th Street and Washington Boulevard. He praised him highly and spoke of patients who were most pleased after they have been to Dr. Nugent. On my first visit to Dr. Nugent, about February 1931, he knew just