Photograph taken by Frank Agee, a colleague, on the occasion oí Dr. Hodges's eightieth birthday celebration in Gainesville, FIa. AN AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH* PAULC. HODGESi I. The Family a. my father My parents, Dr. Fred Jenner Hodges and Josephine Chesley Hodges, lived in Anderson, Indiana, at the time my twin sister, Virginia, and I were born, January 6, 1893. An older brother, Robert, had died in infancy, and a younger, Fred Jenner, Jr., born December 19, 1895, lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan, where for many years he was professor and chairman of radiology. Virginia, married to Frank Moulton, engineer and architect, lives in Madison, Wisconsin. At age 18, father received the B.Sc. degree from Michigan Agricultural College, East Lansing, served there two years as graduate instructor in chemistry, and for the year 1886-1887 was a graduate student at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor. One year later, March 27, 1888, he received the M.D. degree from Chicago Medical College, Northwestern University, Chicago. Together with such associates as James B. Herrick and Ludvig Hektoen he served at Cook County Hospital, Chicago, as intern and then as what today would be termed resident in which capacity he numbered among his teachers Christian Fenger and Nicholas Senn. On completion of hospital service, he married Josephine Chesley on March 30, 1890, and departed shortly for Anderson, Indiana, where newly tapped natural gas pockets were stimulating a boom in manufacturing. By 1897, the gas gave out, depression ensued, and Fred Hodges with wife, children, father, one-seater carriage, and Kentucky mare "Kate" moved by rail to Ashland, Wisconsin, to join mother's brother-in-law, William T. Rinehart, M.D., in a blossoming medical and surgical practice. Four years later, at age 36 and only 13 years into what promised to be a brilliant medical career, father died of septicemia resulting from a finger infection acquired in performing an autopsy, complicated perhaps by typhoid. At that time, throughout the world it was commonplace for communities to discharge their raw sewage into the same bodies of water * A different version of this sketch, abbreviated from the original by Dr. Clyde M. Williams, was published in Pharos, vol. 36, no. I (January 1973). t Address: P. O. Box 308, Palmetto, Florida 33561. Perspectives in Biology and Medicine · Autumn 1973 | 17 from which they obtained their water supply. In the case of Ashland this was Chequamegon Bay, an arm of Lake Superior, and the winter of 1900-1901 saw a severe typhoid epidemic. My sister and I were among its victims and barely survived. .Shortly after arriving in Ashland my father, with the assistance of Dr. Rinehart (Uncle Will), launched a bimonthly medical journal called the Western Clinical Recorder—the first number appearing January 1899, the last, August 1900. Before the editorial work for further issues had been completed, my father's fatal illness intervened and Uncle Will, despite his numerous attributes, was not the man to carry on publication alone. The Rinehart Hospital in Ashland had been built 10 years before our family's arrival from Indiana, and for the 3 years preceding his death father operated it jointly with Uncle Will and with him added a large new section. The operation was a family affair. Annie Rinehart (mother's eldest sister) was business manager; their youngest sister, Mary (called Molly), operated "the drug room"; and mother was in charge of student nurses, supervised the sterilization of instruments and the preparation and sterilization of dressings, and helped with anesthesia. Father kept office hours in an office "downtown"; made house calls; did surgery; occasionally drove "Kate" the 12 miles to Odanah, an Indian reservation; organized , conducted, and played the B flat cornet in a chamber music group; played tennis whenever he could find a partner; fished for trout and muskellunge; hunted grouse and deer; and edited his medical magazine. He belonged to and was active in the affairs of several fraternal orders, helped coach the high school football team, and was division surgeon for a railroad and an insurance company. I was only 8 years old at his death, held him in admiration and affection, and, as I grew up, was taught to and...