Back in the Forties, Canadians felt so insignificant and small against the huge thrusting American culture than any Canadian who won any sort of renown, above all with Americans, could literally do no wrong.
Doctors Banting and Dafoe spring immediately to mind.
But Canadian film-goers had only to hear the Texas cowboy exclaim that he had drunk a gallon of beer and so was ready and able to lick the villain to begin snickering.
A small (American) gallon of weak (American) beer was enough to give one Dutch Courage ?
Is to laugh !
A big (Canadian) gallon of strong (Canadian) beer more likely.
So to Canadian doctor Martin Henry Dawson, a pilot-plant sized penicillin factory producing 50 US gallons of weak (2 units per ml) of penicillin was just not on.
His would be 40 Canadian gallons in size, producing hi test (8 units per ml) penicillin.
Dr Dawson was dying, almost as much from the stress of fighting off all his own bosses as from fighting off his own body’s auto-immune system, but he was stubborn.
Stubborn as hell.
A real mule, in fact ...
