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First Aid
The fourth edition revised was first published in 1957. This edition comes with 269 illustrations, some of them drawings in color, plus explanations of what to do when the horrendous happens, from wounds to skeletal injuries. A sign of the times is a note from the Federal Civil Defense Administration reminding us that "In the event of a nuclear attack on this country, survival may very well depend on what everyone does for himself, one's family or neighbor." 249 pages with many drawings, photographs, an appendix, plus Preface, Civil Defense Statement and Contents.
249 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1957
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April 22, 2009
With all due respect to the Red Cross and the usefulness of their various publications, the way we were introduced to this in high school was, like so many public projects, ridiculous.
I was amazed to learn while watching the supplementary materials on the dvd containing the Super-Size Me documentary that Illinois is the only state in the Union which still requires daily physical education from grades one through twelve. When I was a kid during the Kennedy administration, one got the impression that everyone had to be physically fit and mentally equipped to keep up with the Soviets. And maybe, back then, the states were compliant. In any case, not only are the school days and years shorter, but physical conditioning has been abandoned by everyone except our great state of Illinois. We simply get rid of foreign language, art, music and every other class ancillary to the three Rs mandated by our cost-cutting education bureaucrats.
I like PE well enough until moving to Park Ridge at age ten. After that, I hated it. The reasons were two. First, I had begun to fall behind in size. Second, in the new town I had no friends and certainly, given my size, wasn't popular in team sports. By junior high PE was an ordeal, it and recess being the two times in the day when bullies had ample opportunity to beat me up--or, if time was short, simply slug me in the stomach when no teacher was watching.
By high school I was the perhaps the shortest male out of four thousand students. Oh, I was growing, just very, very slowly. By then, of course, body hair had become important. Showers were required after gym classes and swimming units were done in the nude. I was hairless until college, not even shaving until graduate school. This did not help.
To top things off, my radical politics led the Maine South High School administration to assign me to varsity gym in the senior year. This meant an extra hour of school per day, playing football with guys who were aspiring for sports scholarships, two of whom went on to the NFL in later years. I weighed in at about 120 lbs., some of them ranged up above two hundred. The idea, of course, was that I'd suffer persecution during the punitive extra hour and, yes, I was, few jocks being politically left. Still, it was a lot better than elementary and middle school. I'd earned some respect as an irritant to the system from those who didn't care what the particulars of one's politics were.
Occasionally, however, there'd be some respite from the rigors of four mile warm-up runs in shorts and t-shirts through crusted snow. The State had mandated that we must be taught Dietary Health, First Aid and the like. The onerous task of teaching us such things was assigned to the weakest of the school's departments, Physical Education.
Not all the PE teachers were stupid, but the manly culture of homophobic jock strap discipline seemed to require them to appear so. Part of being a man, of course, is not reading, not reading anything beyond, say, a car manual and that is pretty much how they handled health, diet and first aid. We learned, among other things, that there are food groups: a green, a yellow, a red and an orange food group. We also acquired useful tips about what to do when the ICBMs struck Chicago.
I was amazed to learn while watching the supplementary materials on the dvd containing the Super-Size Me documentary that Illinois is the only state in the Union which still requires daily physical education from grades one through twelve. When I was a kid during the Kennedy administration, one got the impression that everyone had to be physically fit and mentally equipped to keep up with the Soviets. And maybe, back then, the states were compliant. In any case, not only are the school days and years shorter, but physical conditioning has been abandoned by everyone except our great state of Illinois. We simply get rid of foreign language, art, music and every other class ancillary to the three Rs mandated by our cost-cutting education bureaucrats.
I like PE well enough until moving to Park Ridge at age ten. After that, I hated it. The reasons were two. First, I had begun to fall behind in size. Second, in the new town I had no friends and certainly, given my size, wasn't popular in team sports. By junior high PE was an ordeal, it and recess being the two times in the day when bullies had ample opportunity to beat me up--or, if time was short, simply slug me in the stomach when no teacher was watching.
By high school I was the perhaps the shortest male out of four thousand students. Oh, I was growing, just very, very slowly. By then, of course, body hair had become important. Showers were required after gym classes and swimming units were done in the nude. I was hairless until college, not even shaving until graduate school. This did not help.
To top things off, my radical politics led the Maine South High School administration to assign me to varsity gym in the senior year. This meant an extra hour of school per day, playing football with guys who were aspiring for sports scholarships, two of whom went on to the NFL in later years. I weighed in at about 120 lbs., some of them ranged up above two hundred. The idea, of course, was that I'd suffer persecution during the punitive extra hour and, yes, I was, few jocks being politically left. Still, it was a lot better than elementary and middle school. I'd earned some respect as an irritant to the system from those who didn't care what the particulars of one's politics were.
Occasionally, however, there'd be some respite from the rigors of four mile warm-up runs in shorts and t-shirts through crusted snow. The State had mandated that we must be taught Dietary Health, First Aid and the like. The onerous task of teaching us such things was assigned to the weakest of the school's departments, Physical Education.
Not all the PE teachers were stupid, but the manly culture of homophobic jock strap discipline seemed to require them to appear so. Part of being a man, of course, is not reading, not reading anything beyond, say, a car manual and that is pretty much how they handled health, diet and first aid. We learned, among other things, that there are food groups: a green, a yellow, a red and an orange food group. We also acquired useful tips about what to do when the ICBMs struck Chicago.
November 15, 2011
Desperately trying to get my book list up to 600. I got this back in the fall of 1969 when I took a first aid course at the Kittery Hospital to get some sort of certification to qualify for a ski patrol position in Colorado after I moved there in January of 1970. Passed the course but never joined any ski patrol. It was my mother's idea. A way to keep me busy I guess. A real page turner... Date read is approximate.
October 26, 2015
its a good book to learn First Aid because the Boy Scouts Of America used it in the 1970,s
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