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CANCER SOCIETY, INC. . 47 Beaver Strftt New York 4, N. Y. HAnowr 1-3177 .'HI'E Of THE ",..0 I'IFIC OlllE rOil Mr. D. !. lbilton P.O. Box 1 3SO Nw Haftn, Conn.cticut Dear Mr. H.l1tonl April 6, »50 " The Jrosn.e-La.enb,y -cl1nio· 1n P1tt.burIb 40ea not otter vhiob would be helptul in the trf'etme,'t ot oancer. 'l'b.se persona -treat- the disease th a h&J'll1e8s but totall)" inetteoUy. whioh, on anal78i8 b.r OCDpetent 8cientists of the American Medioal A ••ociatlon and the United Stftte8 Publio Health Senioe, to oO:1tain 1e. t Ult torme and ... ter, a mixture ot nn possible .tr.otly.n•••• I cannot urp,e you tao.troncly to d18r.gard th••• .people who have nothing to ott.r but d 1eappointment to those who p.rmi t hope. to be rat.ed bT this false promise ot .trecUft treatment. Very .1noerel7 youra, Posted for noncommercial historical preservation and educational use only by seleneriverpress.com

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~MERICAN CANCER SOCIETY, INC..

47 Beaver Strftt New York 4, N. Y.

HAnowr 1-3177

.'HI'E Of THE

~IE01("A.l ",..0 ~IElIo: I'IFIC OlllE ~ rOil

Mr. D. !. lbiltonP.O. Box 13SONw Haftn, Conn.cticut

Dear Mr. H.l1tonl

April 6, »50

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The Jrosn.e-La.enb,y -cl1nio· 1n P1tt.burIb 40eanot otter anythl~ vhiob would be helptul in thetrf'etme,'t ot oancer. 'l'b.se persona -treat- thedisease ""~ th a h&J'll1e8s but totall)" inetteoUy.pr.T'&rati~n whioh, on anal78i8 b.r OCDpetent8cientists of the American Medioal A••ociatlonand the United Stftte8 Publio Health Senioe,pro~·ed to oO:1tain 1e.tUlt torme and ...ter, amixture ot nn possible .tr.otly.n••••

I cannot urp,e you tao.troncly to d18r.gard th•••.people who have nothing to ott.r but d1eappointmentto those who p.rmi t t~:e1r hope. to be rat.ed bTthis false promise ot .trecUft treatment.

Very .1noerel7 youra,

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A Pertinent Reminder that

THE PITTSBURGH NATUROPATHIC CANCER CUREneeds your help now — and in the future

By DANIEL. R. ADAMSof Chicago, Illinois

AS though unaware of the rumpus it hascreated, the Drosnes-Lazenby Naturopathic

Cancer Clinic goes serenely about its work ; ittreats all cancer sufferers who apply for aid andis doing the seemingly impossible — obtainingabsolute cancer cures in this day and age whenModern Medicine and Syndicated Surgery empha-size that cancer — except in minor first stages —is absolutely incurable. Here is an organization,in the Bloomfield suburb of the great City ofPittsburgh, Pennsylvania, that conducts its bus-iness openly — that is every day accomplishing"Seven Day Wonders" — and yet has had prac-tically no publicity at all (except publicity of thewrong kind). This clinic serves its customers with-out charge, without selection, without selfish mo-tives and is doing with its nickel and dime contri-butions that which the great cancer institutes —the animals hells-on-earth — have been unable todo with the vast millions upon millions of dollarsyou, the public, have contributed.

Hundreds of case histories have been gatheredduring the past twelve months, showing conclu-sively that the treatments — natural treatmentswith no cutting, no x-ray and no radium burning— are successful ; are actually curing cancers thatso-called medical cancer experts and specialistshave declared to be incurable. Miracles are beingwrought right here in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania —the impossible is being proved to be possible —and the demonstrations that are being made arebeing made publicly (not behind closed doors)for all the world to see. But the scientific world— the medical and surgical worlds — do not careto see! To those stuff-shirted addicts of the micro-scope and the test-tube, this demonstration inPittsburgh is a myth — something that doesn'texist — a figment of somebody's haywire brain.The local Bard of Health, forced to action by in-dignant citizens, went to the clinic, sniffed dis-dainfully at what it saw, declared the situation"unsound and unbusinesslike" and withdrew intoits shell. The mayor of the great steel metropolis,when appealed to for "a square deal," merelylooked down his nose, wrote a churlish letter andintimated that if the Board of Health could not

Our 14,000 readers have a wonderful opportunityto stand up and be counted — counted amongthose Americans who not only believe in Liberty— yes, including the right, in time of illness, toselect any type of treatment that seems bestunder the circumstances — but also who areready to do anything within reason to protectthat Liberty and to see that it is not abridged.

understand the situation, it was a sure thing thathe, the mayor, couldn't.

The great cancer interests sent representativesto the scene who were instructed to "kill thissnake" and they certainly tried to do just that.The investigating doctors were courteous, werecondescending — apparently for once dismountingfrom their high horses — but in the end : the sameold razzle-dazzle — the same old "thumb's down"action — just because this clinic had not beengoing for ten years — because it had not curedtens of thousands of cancer patients and had notbeen staffed throughout by licensed medical doc-tors the demonstrations that were made to thesevisitors'were "deemed insufficient and incomplete"and "unworthy of further consideration."

Yet these same investigators, when they left,had congratulated Philip Drosnes and LillianLazenby personally on "a truly remarkableachievement" but once back in their own quarters,no matter what they reported privately, they pub-licly did everything in their power to "kill thesituation." What is more, the medics and the sur-geons may have been sluggish about investigatingthe merits of the clinic but they were "JohnnieJackrabbits" when it came to pushing the localprosecuting office into action ; they were rightthere when it seemed possible to crush these twohardy pioneers by local court action. Almost beforeit took time to tell, Philip Drosnes and LillianLazenby were arrested, under an old statute, andcharged with "practicing medicine without a li-cense." They were hailed into court, they weretried under star chamber proceedings as they werenot permitted to have a jury as guaranteed bythe Constitution of the United States. They wereconvicted — made criminals — branded as law-

(Continued on page 31)

January, 1950

The Herald of Health

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breakers—even though everythingthey had done had been under thedirect supervision of a licensed medi-cal man of Pennsylvania. Not a fly-by-night little doctor but a formerpublic health officer of the KeystoneState. Right now these two hardysouls are out on bail, pending a hear-ing of their appeal and if the organi-zation of medical doctors can have itsway, they'll spend the rest of theirlives in jail, at hard labor, for tryingto help mankind first obtaining per-mission (an impossible proposition)from these same kindly medical boys.

The lastest "slap in the face" thisclinic has had to endure was from theDamon Runyon Cancer Fund whichclaims their clinic—which is operatedopenly and in public view in Pitts-burgh—"has neither research, man-power nor facilities." Furthermore,the clinic has been told in writingthat the chances of its receiving apenny from this Damon Runyon Can-cer Fund is gone forever merely be-cause Philip Drosnes inadvertentlycalled the great radio sponsor of thisfund at his hotel instead of crawlingon his knees to the fund's offices andbegging the underlyings for permis-sion to speak with the powers-that-be.

But in spite of the barriers thathave been erected on every side tosmother the Drosnes-Lazenby Naturo-pathic Cancer Clinic, and regardlessof the court proceedings, the anony-mous telephone threats and othertypes of gutter blackmail, the gloriouswork goes on.

At least, it was proceeding serenelywhen these words were written butanything can happen when you at-tempt to beard Modern Medicine andSyndicated Surgery — anything canhappen—and happen suddenly. Whatyou readers should do is to more orless hold yourselves in readiness tobring your moral weight to bear—incase something happens. You folksare the only ones—with the exceptionof a brave little group in Pittsburghknown as the "Friendly Neighbors—who stand between this cancer cureand its snuffing* out. You can save itfrom oblitc ration and you will saveit when the time comes for action.You have the power to stop these vul-tures in their etforis—you have thepower to call a halt on these unsavoryproceedings — and when you do, asyou will do—you will finally guar-ant ee to the American people a con-tinuance of the first successful can-cer cure that has conic to light.

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Three Months to Live

Another case-that of little Sandra Schooley,daughter of Jack Schooley of 26 Coulter Street,Pittsburgh. The Pittsburgh Sun Telegraphand Station KQV both carried reports of herfight to live. On January 14 of 1949, the hos­pital told her parents the cancer on her cheekwould kill her in three months-but last Christ­mas Sandra posed for newspaper photographersas she told Santa Claus what she wanted himto bring-and today when I talked to hermother, Mrs. Schooley said that the little girlwas playing around the house like any healthychild-swelling in the jaw had been reduced­general condition is good. Sandra has alreadycheated death by many months and gives indi­cation of continuing the winning fight.

Next case-and I have the photostatic copiesof the hospital biopsy before me-is that ofMrs. Daisy Hansen, 53, admitted to a Pitts­burgh hospital in March of 1948, biopsy showscancer of the cervix-treated and sent home.Readmitted May of 1948, treated and released.Cancer determined. Admitted again in August,1948, cancer diagnosis confirmed, treated andreleased as incurable. Yet when I talked withher last Thursday, Daisy Hansen was doing

THE PITTSBURGH CANCER TREATMENTBy MR. FRANK EDWARDS, Commentator Mutual Broadcasting System

Editor's Not~: 11 gill~s us p/~asur~ to r~prodllc~ hm by sp~cial was in December, 1948-yet today when I calledpnmission, th~ scripts of Mr. Edward's two broadcasts olln th:, her home in Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania, I hadMlltflal Broadcasting Syst~m on "Tb~ Pitts!nl:rgh Canc~r !r~at~t to get the call transferred to Muskegon, Michi­which sinc~ 1947, has cr~ated StIch intms~ mt~r~st. 11 IS tsp~Clally

gratif;ing to not~ th~ cl~ar, analytical and i'!'partial r~portllg~ by gan. She is now in Muskegon, feeling good, hasthis olltstanding commmtator. Also, that lin ,mportant pllrt of ~h~ gained 25 pounds in weight she told me-and isPres;, IISflally so Sllbs~rllimt to organized m~dicin~, .has IIlso ~lIrnetl Ifllir and impartial r~ports of this important med,cIII ~xp~rlme:'t. Up there caring for a sister who is il .This mllrlu lin important step in the IIdllancemmt of free med,cal Let's look at case number two---that of Karenscienre. Gillespie of 601 Delaware, Oakmont, Pennsyl-

Washington, D. C. February 15, 1950. vania. In May of 1948, a Pittsburgh hospitalDid you ever talk to a person who was sup- biopsy diagnosed her case as tumor of the

posed to be dead? I did that very thing today- brain. She was in a coma, paralyzed by thenot once but several times. I picked up the growth inside her head. Surgeons had per­'phone and put in a long dis~~ce call to a formed three operations and decided they couldwoman who was supposed to dIe In a Pennsyl- not finish the surgery or she would die on thevania hospital in the first week of December, table. The doctors told her parents in June of1949-a hopeless cancer victim. But instead 1948 that she might possibly live three monthsof dying, she has gained weight, the malignancy -but the case was hopeless. The child washas decreased and today, more than a year paralyzed and unconscious for five months­after she cheated death, she was in Muskegon, in a deep coma. Today that little girl is re­Michigan, taking care of a sister who is ill. covering the use of her limbs. She sits up in a

What happened to her nobody knows exactly wheel chair, sings, writes, listens to the radio-but the same thing that happened to her, and takes a bright active interest in life. Shewhatever it is-is the same thing that enabled has no pain, the swelling is receding, herthese other patients to cheat death-and to father told me this afternoon. Karen Gillespie,puzzle the medical profession. Here .is the cancer victim who was scheduled to die in thestory-an up-to-the-minute report on thIS cur- fall of 1948, is alive today and enjoying life.rent phase of the endless battle against deathfrom cancer. .

I have before me the photostats of sever~l

hospital case histories of people who are stillalive-although they were pronounced hopelesscancer victims long ago. I am indebted toRadio Station KQV of Pittsburgh which brokethe story in August, 1947, and to its ne~s

directors Bill Burns and the manager JImMurray. I am also indebted to the PittsburghSun Telegraph and to the various doctors andsurgeons with whom I discussed this matter.The Pittsburgh Independent also carriedarticles.

Story Made PublicThe Pittsburgh Sun Telegraph in its Christ­

mas issue of 1949 carried a photograph of Mrs.Harry Day who lives at 3415 Seventh Street,Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania. The caption overthe picture says, "Doomed Mother GreetsYuletide After Clinic Cancer Treatment". Thepicture is of Mrs. Day and her daughter, trim­ming their Christmas tree. This Mrs. Day wasa cancer patient at Beaver Falls General Hos­pital. After two major operations, the hospitalfelt that they had done everything possibleand regarded her as a hopeless case. On De­cember 20 she was released by the hospital andtold that she had only a short time to live. That

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her housework and making pies. Felt fine,she said-and no wonder. I have before me aphotostat of an examination made by her ownphysician in August of 1949, one year after shewas sent home to die, and the report shows,"Internal examination reveals no evidence ofmalignancy at this time. Mrs. Hensen hasgained weight and is now free of any pain."

All Cancer Patients

All of these people have several things incommon. They were all cancer patients, ex­amined and treated by qualified medical expertsand released as incurable. All of them weregiven but a short time to live-yet everyoneof them is alive and improved tonight-longafter their allotted time. They all had cancer-as their hospital records prove.

And AFTER they had been given up by thevarious hospitals which could do no more forthem, they were all treated at a little freeexperimental cancer clinic in Bloomfield, asection of Pittsburgh. The clinic has had ahectic career. It is opposed by the local medicalsociety there. The two people who started it,in the basement of a Catholic church with theaid of a friendly priest, were convicted ofpracticing medicine without a license. Butlast week, the court declared that the jury haderred in convicting them and granted a newtrial. In the meantime, two respected physi­cians, both graduates of the Pittsburgh Univer­sity Medical School have been donating theirtime and skill to the clinic. Nobody gets paidat that clinic-and they will treat only cancercases which have been given up by hospitals.The treatment is free, but the patient must havea biopsy showing that he does have cancer­and it has been pronounced incurable.

And the treatment? Just the extract-abitter brown extract from a mold that is grownon a mixture of wheat, yeast and salt. Nothingradical about that, for penicillin too is madefrom a mold that grows on a mixture of organicsalts and molasses. Mrs. Lillian Lazenby, whohad an idea about this mold, was a hospitaldietician. Mr. Philip Drosnes, who providedthe original funds for the experiment, is a tiredealer.

The official medical group in Pittsburghwon't touch it with a ten-foot pole; but severalphysicians who have sent patients to the clinicas a last resort are admittedly amazed. Thechief chemist of one of the nation's biggestpharmaceutical companies said to me, "I amthoroughly familiar with the clinic, and the

cases-It's the most amazing thing I've everseen-I can't explain it."

Treatment Not CurePlease note this carefully.· I am merely re­

porting to you the facts which I obtained fromthe doctors, the hospital records and patientsthemselves. Nobody is calling this treatmenta cure-it is at this stage only an experimentaltreatment offered without charge to hopelesscancer victims. The doctors donate their serv­ices and neighborhood contributions have keptthe clinic open, but it is now in financial diffi­culties. The fact remains that former incur­able cancer cases are still alive and free ofpain months after their allotted time-as indi­cated by the records I have given you tonight.

* * * * *April 18, 1950.

On the night of February 15, I reported tothe nation the gratifying and unusual thingsthat were happening in a little cancer clinicin Pittsburgh. I told you that the clinic hadhad a hectic career; had been kicked around incourt-although the judges later dismissed theverdict and granted them a new trial.

They all had two things in common. Theywere terminal cases, which means that theyhad been told that ordinary medical procedurecould do nothing more for them. And they hadall, in desperation, been treated with an ex­perimental mold extract at the Drosnes-LazenbyClinic in Pittsburgh.

The clinic will treat only terminal cases. Itwill treat them free of charge. Nobody at theclinic receives any pay. The office help and thedoctors donate their time in the interest ofhumanity-in the hope that they can at leastadd a little to the life of a hopeless cancer case.

In that first broadcast I read to you the casehistories of several cancer victims who were liv­ing from a year to 21,4 years after they were ex­pected to die. Two middle aged women, twolittle girls and a seventy-five year old man wereincluded. They are all alive tonight-all feel­ing good. Their records are open to inspectionby any interested party.

More Cases Now

To that list, let us add the case of Mrs.Sophie Panza, 1973 Clinton Avenue, Bronx,New York. The New York hospital recordshows that she was operated on several timesfor cancer until she became too weak to standanother operation. Given two months to live­sent home to die in January, 1949. Became anexperimental patient at the Pittsburgh Clinic.

Journal of National Medical Society

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Was examined by the hospital in New Yorkin July of last year. Hospital report said shehas made definite improvement. Today, Mrs.Panza is alive, ten months after she was ex­pected to die. She is by no means well andsound-But is free of pain, able to visit herfriends and family and to do her housework.

A few minutes ago, I talked with a Priest ina little Pennsylvania town. His father wasoperated on several times for cancer .in a Pitts­burgh hospital. In April of 1949 the hospitalreport recommended another operation. ThePriest and his brother took their father to thismuch maligned little clinic in Pittsburgh to begiven free experimental treatments with thismold extract. Today, this Priest told me thathis father is in A-I condition, active, worksaround his little farm-has regained all hisweight and his appetite. I am not using thename because the victim was never told that hehad cancer. I have the photostats of the hos­pital records and the recorded conversationwith the Priest in my possession. I have asimilar case here, dealing with an elderly busi­nessman in Pittsburgh. One of his relativesis connected with a newsgathering organiza­tion. That old fellow never knew that he hadcancer of the intestines. His family declined topermit a colostomy and took the patient to theoffice of one of the doctors who donates histime to this clinic. The victim is alive and welltoday, going to the Synagogue, walking downtown and back to take care of his business in­terests. As the relative said to me a while ago,"I didn't shoot my father ... I took him to thatfree clinic as a last resort."

Life Dispaired Of

Take the case of Jimmy Murphy, 4653 Car­roll Street, Pittsburgh 24, Pennsylvania. Hewas thirteen years old when the hospital diag­nosed the ugly lump in his jaw as a malignancy.His jaws locked, an operation was performed­the doctors told his parents to take Jimmy hometo spend the last few days of his life. That wasin December of 1947 ... Jimmy went home todie. When I called for him today, I talkedwith his father-Jimmy goes to a drafting classat a trade school-and works as an intern eachnight at one of the Pittsburgh hospitals. Ihave the photostats of his case in my possession.

These are unusual cases, of course. Butthese people are all alive today long aftermedical experts had expected them to die ofcancer. And all of them have taken, or are

still taking, the mold extract treatments at thatfree clinic in Pittsburgh.

Doctors Give TimeThe two doctors and the clinic deserve the

admiration of everyone. Doctor Joseph Wilsonand Doctor Paul Murray work long hours attheir offices and then donate their time to theseso-called hopeless cases. The clinic itself isdesperate now-badly in need of funds to carryon the work it is doing. Mr. Warren Hirt ofDetroit gave them five hundred dollars inmemory of a friend; Mr. Moses Spatt of 16Court Street in Brooklyn gave $250., othershave contributed smaller amounts. And Idon't see how they could have given to a bettercause. If you would like to help them, I'll beglad to handle the donation for you.

Another report was circulated that the clinichad been investigated and condemned by theAllegheny County Medical Society and top gov­ernment cancer authorities. That was not hardto check. I have here a letter to the head ofthe Allegheny Medical Society from the headof the National Cancer Institute. The lettersays, "A copy of our report on the mold is en­closed. I am sure you understand that thisreport in no way implies that the NationalCancer Institute is investigating the claim thatthis mold yields a substance effective in thetreatment of cancer."

Official Investigation?

In the next paragraph of the same letter,the head of the National Cancer Institute againcautions the Allegheny Medical Society aboutmisconstruing the meaning of their actions. Hesaid, ''We give our advice and guidance whenrequested.... But we do wish to avoid theimplication that the National Cancer Instituteis making an official investigation."

If the National Cancer Institute didn't makethe investigation, who did? Certainly not theAllegheny County Medical Association. Theyhave never been inside the clinic, have neverasked for a sample of the mold extract, havenever treated a single patient with a single dose?f .the extr~ct. It is their privilege to ignoreIt If they WIsh, but the battle against death istoo important to condemn a single weapon with­out exploring its possibilities.

Meanwhile the little clinic goes on as best itcan-trying to determine whether it can save alife-or add a few months to a life that isalready lost. The clinic's address is 4774 Lib­erty Avenue, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Tele­phone MUseum 1-7769. End.

Reprint 18EPrice .05

Lee Foundation for Nutritional ResearchMil waukee 1, Wis.Printed in U.S.A,

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