A fond look at the life of Doctor Harry Lorther, of Russian-Jewish immigrant parentage who grew up on New York's Lower East Side to become a tremendously respected surgeon. Brusque of manner (to the wife of a critically ill man whom he was called in to attend- ""Do you think he needs a mourner?""); crass about money-insisting on his fees which he would divert to benevolent causes, self-confident- and he had an instinctive diagnostic vision. Dr. Harry never married- but maintained a wide circle of friends and interests, particularly art, music and painting. He moved-with the times- from East 4th Street to Gramercy Park where many well known people were his patients... He was an old-time practitioner, devoted to his family, dedicated to his profession. This is a warm portrait accented by his idiosyncrasy and the inflection of his speech he flamboyantly maintained.