“He will not live twelve hours!” That is what I heard one evening two years ago. And as I heard it I really believed that doctor was right. I had caught a severe cold which had turned into pneumonia, and here I was flat on my back I did not com- plain because I, myself, was to blame. Having just gotten over an operation on my back, I had not heeded the doctor’s advice that I change my mode of living. I was keeping late hours, dancing a great deal. I was always too busy to sleep or eat properly. Instead of taking time to chew my food, I would bolt it clown rapidly. Certainly my system was in no condition to fight a cold.