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Our story is about a pioneer, not the kind that shoots her way out of Indian ambush, but rather one who clears a path through the wilderness of prejudice. Sarah Gertrude Banks. Born June 11, 1839 in Oakland County, Michigan, she was a descendant of Miles Standish. Probably from her pilgrim forefather, she inherited independence and the determination to make her own way in life. Otherwise, what can explain the decision of a country girl to enter a profession where no woman was welcomed? That profession was medicine, the time-honored stronghold of men. Let me go on, come on. I've got to see Dr. Banks. It's dreadfully important. But I've told you she can't be disturbed now. What is all this commotion out here? Let her go, ma'am. Dr. Banks have tried to tell this young lady you were busy, but she insists upon sin. Oh, please, Dr. Banks, you've got to help me. Father just doesn't understand that I want to be a doctor like you. I tried to... Oh, I see. Well, perhaps we can set him straight. Won't you come into my office? Thank you, ma'am. But Dr. Banks... She said... It's all right, Maggie. You did your best. Oh, then, just what is it I can do to help you, ma'am? Goodwin, Jill Goodwin. Well, I don't know exactly, Dr. Banks. If you could write a letter to my father, perhaps. He says that women have no right to even hope to be doctors. That it's a man's profession. I tried to tell him that this isn't the Middle Ages anymore. After all, this is 1916. But he just won't listen. He says a woman's place... Is in the home. Yes, I've heard that all my life. But that didn't stop you, and now you're famous. That's why I thought if only he would talk to father or write to him. I'm sure he'd listen to you. Whether he'd listen or not is beside the point, my dear. It's you yourself that has to be sure. If you want to be a doctor more than anything else in this world, then nothing will stop you. But let me tell you, it's not an easy road. And because you're a woman, it'll be that much harder. Oh, I am sure, Dr. Banks. And I'm not afraid of hard work. What about heartaches? Heartaches? Yes, heartaches, disappointment, discouragement, despair. But how can that be? I suppose you're too young to appreciate what I mean when I say heartaches. I know I felt the same way as you do when I was your age. I remember very well how I felt the first time I was able to help someone who really needed me. I'd just turned 18 at the time. We were living on a farm in Oakland County, and my folks had taken the wagon and team into town to get some supplies. When they weren't back by nine o'clock that night, I decided they must have stayed in town because of the storm. It was an awful storm. Lightning and thundering and blowing something awful. And I don't mind telling you I was scared. The nearest neighbors were the Atkins. They lived more than a half mile down the road. All of a sudden, I heard someone banging on the door. Good heavens, who could that be at this time of night? It's such a night. Well, I guess I've been answered. Who's there? It's me. Are you doing here? And look at you. You're soaking wet and just covered with mud. Here, come in and let me close the door. I ran all the way. What's the matter, Tommy? Mom, mom is awful sick. Your mother's sick? Yes. The baby wasn't due for another month. And dad's not home. Where is your dad? He went to town with your folks, and he didn't come home. Mama got awful sick, and she was crying, and I ran all the way here, and I fell down in the mud. Of course I'll come, Tommy. Just let me get my coat. Everything's just fine. Your brand new son is sleeping soundly in a bed I rigged up near the stove, and Tommy's safe and sound in his own bed. Sarah, I just want to say thank you again, and God bless you for the brave and wonderful girl that you are. In the 10 years that followed, I developed quite a name as a midwife. In fact, whenever Dr. Morton was busy with another case, he'd send me in his place. And I thought I was quite proficient until... When it was the Gibbs family, I'd help the doctor deliver Emma's firstborn, but that night, the doctor's own wife was expecting twins, so he sent me to take care of Mrs. Gibbs. Everything seemed to be going just fine, but then for some unknown reason, everything went wrong. Is it all over? Is it all over, Sarah? What is it? Boy or girl? It's a... Well, that's fine. Don't look so disappointed. That's just what Emma and I wanted, a girl. Frank, I... What is it? She's all right, isn't she? I mean, she... she isn't crippled or anything. She knows that the baby's perfectly all right. It's Emma. Frank, I'm sorry. Frank, you don't know how truly sorry I am. Sorry. It's you. Sure, you're sorry. But you're being sorry doesn't bring back Emma. Emma's dead and you don't even know why. That's what I want to know, Dr. Martin. Why should things like this happen? Women have been having children since the dawn of time, and yet we know so very little about it. Why? You ask me why, Sarah. I don't know. Sometimes I think, oh, but you're taking this too hard, my dear. Of course I realize how you feel. It's not easy to see someone in your charge slip away, but those things happen. But, Doctor... Now, don't get the idea that I'm being callous about death. It's just that so often I realize that as a doctor, I am nevertheless only human. My power to control life and death is therefore limited. Limited by the lack of knowledge or the inability of the human mind to comprehend the ways of God. But there's no excuse for lack of knowledge. It's a very good excuse. There are just not enough doctors. But we need a more people like you, Sarah. People who are willing to go to work and find out why these things happen. What difference does it make how willing I am? You're forgetting that I'm a woman. People don't want women, Doctors. On the contrary, my dear, I am remembering that you're a woman. I'm also remembering an article I read in the newspaper last week. What article? Well, it seems that the politicians we sent to the state legislature in Lansing are beginning to show a little sense. They've just recently passed a law which permits women to become doctors in the state of Michigan. Are you serious? Of course I'm serious. Well, do you realize what this means? I can become a doctor. An honest to goodness doctor. For I'll be able to hang out my shingle and help people who need help. I admire your determination, Sarah. But let me warn you, it's not going to be easy. Oh, it wasn't easy. But I was determined that I was going to be a doctor. So the next term I entered the university. And when the registrar asked me what I intended to major in, I told him medicine. Medicine? You're not serious. Of course I'm serious. Well, that's too bad then, because we're all filled up. All filled up? What in the world are you talking about? What's all filled up? Why, the classes in physiology and general anatomy. Now wait a minute. You take me for a fool. Physiology isn't given until the third year. It's not a course for beginning freshmen. Now you listen here, young lady. Are you trying to tell me that I don't know what I'm doing here? Well, no. I have already signed up 14 women for medicine this term. And well, there's a lot of grumbling going on all over the campus. The students, the faculty, the... Well, everybody's complaining about it. And I can't say that I blame them. Women, doctors. Whoever heard of such nonsense. So that's it. I'll have you know that I've got just as much right to study medicine as any man. My money's just as good as any man's. And if ability means anything... No, no, no, just a moment there. You're getting yourself all riled up. Now look, you seem to be a nice girl. Take my advice. Forget the whole thing. Why don't you take a nice, sensible course for a woman like you, English or the classics? Don't waste your time trying to be a doctor. If you want to be useful, be a teacher. If you're quite full, here's my money. You will please enter Sarah Gertrude Bank's School of Medicine. Good afternoon, gentlemen and ladies. As speaking of ladies, I notice that there seem to be fewer here today than there were yesterday. On which day, there were fewer than the day before. I hate to think what will happen to the numbers of our little ladies' auxiliary after the next examination. But though our lady companion provides advertisements, we must not stray too far from the matter at hand. Today, as I mentioned last week, we are to start the actual dissection of the human body. And since all our classes will be given over to this project, it will be necessary for two students each period to transport the cadaver from the ice room to the classroom. I have not as yet had time to set up a schedule, so for today we will need two volunteers to escort the gentleman in. Well, I see that there are no volunteers. Oh, Mr. Dooley, are you offering your services? Not exactly, sir, but I do have a suggestion to make, if I may. Yes. I'd like to suggest that, in all fairness, we do it alphabetically. And since Ms. Sarah Banks heads the list, she and her lab partner, Ms. Gerhardt, could have the first term. Now, that seems to be a very good suggestion. Ms. Banks, does this meet with your approval? I'd be glad to. You, Martha? Martha, uh, I suppose so. All right. Here are the keys to room 316. My assistant will be around there to tell you what to do. Uh, Sarah, Sarah, I think I'm going to be sick. You are listening to the Proudly We Hail production A Woman's Place. Our story will continue in just a moment after this important message. Today, many patriotic American women are serving their country on the Air Force team, but more are urgently needed. The WAF, Women in the Air Force, is rapidly expanding to keep pace with the growing might of the finest Air Force in the world, and you are needed. If you are between the ages of 18 and 34, you are needed to fill an important job in the service of your country. For full details, visit your United States Army and United States Air Force recruiting station now. You are listening to Proudly We Hail, and now we present the second act of A Woman's Place. Yes, Jill, I'm afraid that going to college in the 1870s was no luck for any woman. But for the first 17 women who wanted to become doctors, it was even worse. From the start, the faculty and male students as one body were discourteous. They embarrassed the young women at every turn, openly indicated how ill-fitted we were to enter the noble profession. When I volunteered to come into your class for an examination, you didn't tell me there'd be women watching. But, sir, these women are studying to be doctors also. Yeah, well, I was brought up by God-fearing people, and I say it ain't fitting for a man to be taken off his clothes in front of women. But why can't I escort Miss Banks to the banquet if I want to? This fraternity does not invite women medical students to social functions. We invite only ladies. All right, maybe she was the only one in the class to find the solution. But she broke four test tubes doing it. Why don't you go home and hook yourself a rug for your hope chest? Sarah? She'd make a better cadaver than she would a doctor. I don't care what you say, woman's place is... Out of the 17 who started, only five women actually took their degrees. And even though we'd put up with a lot of insults and embarrassments, even though the work was hard and sometimes seemed unfair, it was all made worthwhile when on the day before graduation I received a most unexpected call. Professor Mitchell, won't you come in? Thank you, Miss Banks. Or perhaps I should say Dr. Banks. Not until tomorrow? I don't wonder at your surprise in seeing me here. Well, it's just... Won't you sit down? Thank you. Yes, I'm afraid sometimes we professors, and that includes me, have been a little too quick to criticize and, yes, even humiliate you young ladies. Oh, well, it's not... No, you don't have to pretend. I know well enough what you've had to put up with. The only excuse I have to offer in our defense is that it's taken us a little time to get used to the idea of having potential women doctors in our classes. However, I believe we've learned our lesson. You were very good teachers. I don't believe I'm following you. Well, I mean just that we were so set in our ways of thinking that it took a long time before we were willing to admit that you'd make just as good doctors as men would. Had to be proven. We had to be shown. Well, Ms. Banks, you've shown us. Thank you. I don't know what to say. You don't have to say anything. Just remember that if at any time you ever need help, please do not hesitate to come to me. I mean that now. No matter what the trouble is, I feel very badly if I didn't have the opportunity to help you out of it. All right, Professor Mitchell. I promise. Tell me, what exactly do you intend to do now? Are you going to open an office in town here? No, I've decided to go to Ypsilanti to practice. You may remember my roommate and lab partner, Martha Gerhardt. Yes, she dropped out after the second year, didn't she? Yes, she decided she'd rather become a wife than mother. Anyway, when she married, they moved to Ypsilanti, and she writes there is a crying need for doctors in that community. Well, the people of Ypsilanti don't know yet what a good doctor they're getting. Thank you again, Professor Mitchell. Actually, I don't know how long I'll stay there. I'm really interested in someday opening a clinic, especially for women. That's a very worthy goal. Wherever you go, Miss Banks, the best of luck to you. As I said before, if you ever need help, just let me know. Just a little... All right, and lift it. Don't scrape. Ow. There. I didn't want to scratch the floors after we worked so hard polishing them. Ooh. Now that we've got this soap in place, do you think maybe I might sit down on it for a while? Sure. We both need a breather. Ooh. I may never get up again. I didn't realize how tired I was. You've worked too hard, Martha. Of course, I appreciated it, but we didn't have to do so much all at one time. Don't mind me. I'm just out of practice. I loved every aching muscle of it. The place looks pretty good, even if I do say so myself. All you have to do is hang up your shingle and you're in business. Oh, but I wouldn't dare. I haven't got my certificate from the medical society yet. You've applied for membership, haven't you? Yes, but it was just three days ago, and it hasn't been approved yet. Not yet, maybe, but it's bound to be approved by the time we start getting callers, so why don't we do it? Do you think I dare? Why not? Come on. Careful so you don't trip and fall. I'd hate to have you be your own first patient. Don't worry. You put these hooks in just the right place. How does it look? Very professional, I'd say. Congratulations, Dr. Banks. Thank you, Mrs. Schmidt. Won't you step into my office? Why thank you, Dr. Iwell. After you, Mrs. Schmidt. Oh, no, after you, Dr. Banks. Oh, Martha. You don't know how wonderful and proud I feel. Oh, I think I do. In fact, I'm a little jealous. You're not. Yes, I am. I kind of wish now that I'd gone ahead and finished medical school, I'd been on second thought if I had, you wouldn't be here now and it wouldn't be half the fun. Martha, I don't know what I'd have done without you. You said that before. Well, I mean it, and I... Hey, someone's at the door. Well, you don't... you don't think it... it couldn't be a patient already. Well, if it is, he's awfully anxious to be your first victim. What'll I do? I'm not ready. Look at me. Hands are filthy, my hair's a mess. There speaks the woman in the doctor. Look, you go clean up. I'll let him in. All right, I'll hurry. Yes, sir, may I help you? Mrs. Sarah Banks? Oh, no, I'm Mrs. Schmidt. Dr. Banks is here, but she's busy at the moment. If you care to step in and wait, she'll be able to take care of you in just a little while. Yes, I'll come in, but... I'm not here as a patient. I should say not. Oh, well, then what... My name is Gridley, Dr. Charles Gridley, and I've just come from a meeting of the Medical Society. Oh, I see. Won't you sit down? Well, yes. All right, thank you. Sarah? Sarah, Dr. Gridley's here. Dr. Gridley of the Medical Society? Yes, I heard. Good afternoon, Dr. Gridley. Oh, please, Stacy. You must excuse me. I'm not expecting anyone so soon. That is, we've been busy cleaning up the place. Yes, well, there's no use beating around the bush. Ms. Banks, I've come here directly from a meeting of the Medical Society. Then they must have taken action on my application for membership. That's right, Ms. Banks, we did. However, I must tell you that your application was turned down. Turned down? Yes, the Society voted unanimously to reject all applications from women doctors. There's nothing personal in this. It's just that yours was the first one we've had from a woman and the Society agreed that they would not permit women to practice medicine in this community. Ever. Good day, Ms. Banks. I have other things to attend to. And you'd better take down your shingle. It's a lie. Oh, Sarah? I'm so mad. I thought that was all behind me. I guess we should have realized then how it would be. Right. And if this Dr. Gridley thinks I'm going to take this lying down he's got another thing coming. Well, what can you do, Sarah? You can't practice here without their sanction. I know that. But I intend to get their sanction even if it's against their will. They're just trying to bully their way through this whole thing but it won't work. The State of Michigan passed a law allowing women to practice medicine and I'm going to see to it that that law sticks. Thank you very much, Dr. Mitchell. Your presentation of the facts was very clear and to the point. Now then, if you and Ms. Banks should care to step into the anti-room the board will discuss the matter and come to a decision. Of course, sir. And again, I want to thank you for hearing me. Well, do you think I've painted a clear enough picture? I should say you did. Times I had difficulty believing it was me you were talking about. You're just being a woman. And you're faith in yourself as a doctor. Yes. That is good advice. But I just can't help being right. Please be quick. Would you care to step back into the room now? The board has reached a decision. Oh, well, thank you. Please, God, make it be the right decision. Ms. Banks, in view of the testimony given by Professor Mitchell this afternoon the board has decided that a woman with your qualifications has a definite place in the world of medicine. You've decided to make you a full-fledged member of the Michigan Medical Society. Oh, thank you. Thank you very much. From this day forward no one will ever be able to dispute your right to practice medicine in this day. And furthermore, Ms. Banks, if it's all right with you we would like to appoint you to the post of resident physician of the Women's Hospital and Foundling Home in Detroit. In a position we feel sure you'll be able to feel very capable. What do you say to that, Dr. Banks? Well, maybe it isn't very doctorly, sir, but I think I'm going to cry. What a wonderful story. Oh, Dr. Banks, I think you're the most admirable woman I've ever met. I'm very grateful for this opportunity and I'm truly sorry for the way I burst into the reception room and begged for help. What a child I was. Jill Goodwin, you were not childish. You had the courage to do what you saw you had to do. Such determination won't do you any harm in medical school. Oh, and before I forget I want you to write me occasionally when you get there. I'd love to write you, but please go on. What about the Foundling Hospital? I haven't done enough talking. It's time I wrote that letter to your father. Thank you, Dr. Banks. But that won't be necessary. You see, I've already decided to fight that battle myself. After hearing your story if I can persuade my father by myself, but there is no if. I will persuade him. A woman's place isn't only in the home. It's where she can do the most good. There's a future for you in Air Force Blue. Yes, an important future in the exciting places of the world. Today the WAF, Women in the Air Force is rapidly expanding to keep pace with our defense needs. If you are between the ages of 18 and 34 and can qualify, the WAF needs you. America needs you. You will be trained to do an interesting job a job vital to the needs of our country. For full details about a future for you in Air Force Blue the local United States Army and United States Air Force Recruiting Station today. This has been another program on proudly we hail presented transcribed in cooperation with this station by the United States Army and United States Air Force Recruiting Service. 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