The Girl Who Chopped Wood to Beat the Doctors
A young woman defying a terminal diagnosis by living in the Olympic Mountains is winning a battle against consumption.
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Miss Margaret Whitmore, a young college girl whose home is in New Orleans, is here in the Olympic Mountains cheating consumption of a victim and giving the lie to the decision of a number of learned doctors who, six months ago, pronounced her a hopeless invalid with a bare half year to live. When the doctors said she could not live, she refused to accept their decree. With her mother and a companion, she set out for western Washington, and when she arrived at Lake Cushman she immediately began a system of out-of-door life and sleeping under the skies. She refused even the shelter of the tent and spent the coldest nights out of doors. She began to grow stronger almost immediately, and to her tramps through the woods, she added other exercises. Hunting and fishing and occasionally chopping down trees grew to be her favorite pastimes, and as skirts were hampering in all of these pursuits, she discarded them and substituted a neat masculine costume of sweater and golf trousers with high boots. That Miss Whitmore's plan has successfully held consumption at bay is attested by the fact that she has increased in weight from 100 pounds to 128 pounds. She says she intends to spend the summer here, camping out and roughing it.
“As skirts were hampering in all of these pursuits, she discarded them and substituted a neat masculine costume.”
This story serves as a fascinating snapshot of gender non-conformity in 1904, where 'masculine' clothing was adopted by a woman as a practical necessity for survival in the wilderness, effectively challenging Victorian-era medical and societal norms.
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