Berlin, August, 1903.
To the Editor:
—Berlin is a sort of surgical heaven—at least for the surgeon. Where else shall one find so many masters teaching at one time as in and around the old Charité, fast being replaced by the new Charité. Professor König, 70 odd years young, operates every morning at 9:30, and what a ripeness of experience and sobriety of judgment are embodied in his work. Every afternoon at 2 Professor von Bergmann, surrounded by a white cloud of assistants, operates in the Langenbeckhaus. Both men are kindly, benignant and deliberate; both cut to the bone at the first stroke, if there is any bone; both use silk sutures and pour on iodoform by the spoonful. In both clinics the patient is usually anesthetized before the class, and often takes the anesthetic badly, and in both a nervous student not infrequently decorated with fresh facial cross-hatchings—how is