Monday, December 03, 2007

Faust, Roy Clayton Faust


Along with some unaccessioned museum pieces uncovered in a box recently, a picture and a small amount of biographical information about the donor were found.

Roy Clayton Faust, M.D., was born in Iowa in September of 1878. Passing through the public school system in Cherokee, IA, Faust went on to medical school at Sioux City College of Medicine, obtaining his M.D. in 1905. The following year, he got his second degree from the Creighton University School of Pharmacy, and established private practices in Iowa and South Dakota before relocating to Deary, Idaho. When he received his medical license in Idaho on May 6, 1911, he became only the third doctor to practice in that state. After seventeen years in Deary, Faust moved on to Eugene, Oregon, where he continued to practice until his death in September of 1941.

Included with the photo of Faust and the small biographical sketch is a laminated news clipping which demonstrates, once again, how fun it used to be to read the newspaper:
Dr. Faust has had his hands full the past two days. About noon yesterday the little two year old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John Burnstad, who reside ten miles east of town, swallowed about eight headache tablets and was brought in for treatment. The little midget's life was almost despaired of but the doctor succeeded in bringing her through and this afternoon she is reported to be almost fully recovered from the effects of the poison .... Next came D.L. Anderson from the Beaver Creek country with a 4 x 6 in the palm of his hand. "Doc" got a pry under the timber and succeeded in getting it out, but the laceration will lose the owner the use of his phalanges for some time.
Phalanges. Now, that's a word that should come back into popular use.

Nowhere is there any indication that Dr. Faust used any supernatural means to cure his patients, and no sense that he died under any mysterious circumstances, so I think we can assume that he was a law-abiding Faust and not a late-day legend. Oddly enough, I'm currently reading Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita, which is further proof of my assertion that serendipity is the strongest of the universal forces.

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