Spreading a contagious infatuation among females...
Back in the Sixties nurses basically wore all white from head to toe which encompassed their smock, stockings, and cap. The waiting room public heard the constant reverberations of doctors being paged around the clock.
Amidst the din there arose two medical drama series which sexified men in ill- fitting scrubs. 'Dr. Kildare,' the NBC television series (1961 -1966)' focused on young intern, Dr. James Kildare (Richard Chamberlain), who worked at the fictional Blair General, dealing with his patients’ problems and garnering the respect of senior Dr. Leonard Gillespie (Raymond Massey).
'Ben Casey,' ABC’s version (1961 – 1966), starring Vince Edwards, portrayed Dr. Ben Casey as a young, intense, idealistic surgeon at fictional County General Hospital, and mentored by Dr. David Zorba (Sam Jaffe).
Both drama docs spread a contagious infatuation among their female followers who longed to experience their warm bedside manner. The best I could hope for was carrying Dr. Ben Casey in my arms in the form of a notebook. As notebook statistics go, most of the girls at Lincoln Jr. High were smitten with Dr. Kildare.
Apparently, kitsch didn’t stop with three ring binders either:
In my nostalgic gurney ride I was reminded that Richard Chamberlain cut a few records, one of which is “Three Stars Will Shine Tonight" (1962) from “Theme from Dr. Kildare” which hit number 10 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart.
And, be still my heart, there’s a “Dr. Kildare Thumpy, the Heartbeat Stethoscope” patented in 1963 by Metro Goldwyn Mayer, Inc. and Amsco Industries, Inc. Get this – no batteries and nothing to wind, the slightest movement activates the heartbeat.
Then there’s a set of Ben Casey cufflinks made by Bing Crosby Productions for Gerald Sears Sales Promotion Service in 1962, ideal for when girls wore white button-down, shirttail blouses with cuffs that could have used securing with a pair of Ben.
Say a-a-a-a-h! I don’t espy any Dr. Kildare or Dr. Casey notebooks up for grabs or for auction. Bygone kitsch I should have hung onto!
Medical drama series continue to spread and thrive on television networks like a virus. Unless there’s a major emergency, we show up at the set by appointment. Our pulse quickens, our mouth waters, our temperature rises. Is there a doctor in the house?
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From my personal hospital experience in those days, I've found most doctors to be impersonal, abrupt, with rather poor bedside manners. During my long stay in 1963-64, I do recall Nurse Hall being blonde, young, very sweet and even let her hair down on Christmas as though she did it just for me. I was in love, but she was married.
And then there was my physical therapist. Miss Gray and her sister were members of the clinic bowling team when I set pins in high school. They were both knockouts and won most of the matches, but I learned that neither one would marry because of some genetic defect in their family (beauty?). Anyway, she was approaching 50 with her blonde hair starting to turn gray and still wonderful to get my exercises from. While girls may have been smitten by real or fictional doctors, guys like me were smitten by nurses in white and physical therapists in gray.
Ron