These in turn had to be sifted from a horde of out-of-county people in equal need, but ineligible. The problem became so bad that Poor Dumping Laws were passed with fines of $100 - this when a top plumber made $1.75 cents per day.
A delicate dance for limited funds and cooperation took place between federal, state, county, municipal and private entities, entailing its own flood of correspondence. Much of this concerned a variety of work-relief projects, like a wood lot downtown, which required medical oversight for public health reasons. Police were needed more to enforce the Poor Dumping Ordinance, but preferred to worry about Revolution at the wood lot. The doctors worried more about Cholera from common drinking cups.
Prohibition rules also applied, with its own mountain of red tape needed to procure even enough alcohol for lab work and make sure it wasn’t made into hooch.
Finally, in 1931 the City of Portland embarked on an ambitious campaign which totally changed everything from a records and postal standpoint - to change ALL the street and house addresses in town to make for a more comprehensible street grid - giving us our current geographically-co-ordinated system.
All these things produced an avalanche of work on the head of Laura Martin, R.N., chief of Medical Records.
Laura Martin, circa 1962
She had arrived in 1926 as a freshly minted nurse at Doernbecher’s creation, admitting its first patient, and being nurse shift supervisor for the first six months. Then she was put in charge of records, which became her world. She got her 35-year pin in 1962.
To save the day, enter technology. The use of pneumatic communication tubes in the dental school has recently been described: www.ohsu.edu/xd/education/schools/school-of-dentistry/about/upload/,
A symbol of Industrial Age efficiency, with networks in some places sometimes hundreds of miles in length, they are still used for specimen transport on the Hill today. But its first application was less successful.
It seems that the great demand saw a rush order placed in 1931 with the Lamson Pneumatic Tube Co. with critical miscommunication on the contract requirements, with the consequence of wrong components being used, requiring extra air propulsion to get the tubes through - with explosive results.
Martin listed a variety of complaints. The system was incredibly noisy, and dusty. Canisters got stuck in the tubes. Some canisters made a round trip without stopping. Some canisters came out as if shot from guns. They caromed off walls. They shattered, spewing records and specimen samples. “It’s like a bombardment here!”, Martin complained. “Poor Miss Foster is just about a wreck! I don’t know how much longer we can stand this.” Alas, Miss Foster, already wilting under the pressures of records work, had to be let go for shattered nerves.
Relief was not soon in coming. A tedious correspondence ensued resulting in much finger-pointing, grudging service calls and demands for payment. Ultimately, it would be almost two years before the situation was able to calm down to a dull roar, but finally in 1933 Martin’s crew could once again process the records of the sick instead of playing duck and cover.
Written by Jeff Colby, Archives Assistant