MR. JOHN E. GRANGER BREAKING THE WORLD’S RECORD FOR DEEP-KNEE BENDING 88 M. ELIE METCHNIKOFF 114 PROFESSOR LAFAYETTE B. MENDEL, PH. D. 138 MR. UPTON SINCLAIR’S CHILDREN 146 MR. SINCLAIR’S CHILDREN 176 THE DAILY SWIM 206 FRESH AIR IN BERMUDA 220 OUTDOOR EXERCISE 236 DR. J. H. KELLOGG 258 A GROUP AT THE BATTLE CREEK SANITARIUM 270 INTRODUCTION BY UPTON SINCLAIR Ten years ago, when I was a student at college, I fell a victim to a new and fashionable ailment called “la grippe.” I recollect the date very well, because it was the first time I had been sick in fourteen years—the last difficulty having been the whooping-cough. I have many times had occasion to recall the interview with the last physician I went to see. I made a proposition, which might have changed the whole course of my future life, had he only been capable of understanding it. I said: “Doctor, it has occurred to me that I would like to have someone who knows about the body examine me thoroughly and tell me how to live.” I can recollect his look of perplexity. “Was there anything the matter with you before this attack?” he asked. “Nothing that I know of,” I answered; “but I have often reflected that the way I am living cannot be perfect; and I want to get as much out of my body and mind as I can. I should like to know, for instance, just what are proper things for me to eat——” “Nonsense,” he interrupted. “You go right on and live as you have been living, and don’t get to thinking about your health.” And so I went away and dismissed the idea. It was one that I had broached with a great deal of diffidence; so far as I knew, it was entirely original, and I was not sure how a doctor would receive it. All doctors that I had ever heard of were people who cured you when you were sick; to ask one to take you when you were well and help you to stay well, was to take an unfair advantage of the profession. So I went on to “live as I had been living.” I ate my food in cheap restaurants and boarding-houses, or in hall bedrooms, as students will. I invariably took a book to the table, and ate very rapidly, even then; frequently I forgot to eat at all in the ardor of my work. I was a worshiper of the ideal of health, and never used any sort of stimulant; but I made it a practice to work sixteen hours a day, and quite often I worked for long periods under very great nervous strain. And four years later I went back to my friend the physician.