At first glance the young British flight lieutenant looked mischievous, boyish; at second glance as if he wore a Mephistophelean mask. And a mask it was—a mask of his own skin. He was a ghastly triumph of plastic surgery. He told Manhattan reporters how his Spitfire had been shot down 28,000 feet over the English Channel. As the plane burst into flames, he pulled off his oxygen mask, bailed out. When picked up, he was terribly burned on his face and hands.
This press story of last week might have been the text for a lecture on burns which Harvard's Dr. Robert...
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