A man called Mr Franklin once wrote that he bitterly regretted not inoculating his son for smallpox.โ He was a fine lad and only four years old. He died in the usual way.โ
By the way, this was 1736 and the manโs first name was Benjamin.
A man called Mr Franklin once wrote that he bitterly regretted not inoculating his son for smallpox.โ He was a fine lad and only four years old. He died in the usual way.โ
By the way, this was 1736 and the manโs first name was Benjamin.
By the way, inoculation then was a crude affair; it comprised placing a small amount of cow pox pus into a small open wound.
Crude, but it worked. ๐คฎ๐