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THE QUARTERLY BULLETIN OF  
THE FRONTIER NURSING SERVICE, Inc. {
Published quarterly by the Frontier Nursing Service, Lexington, Ky. I
SUBSCRIPTION PRICE $1.00 PER YEAR
voLUME X11 WINTER, 1926 NUMBER 3
“Em€cred as second class matter June 30, 1926, at the Post Office at EA
Lexingtooz., Ky., under the Act of March 3, 1879.”
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  THE WORLD’S DESIRE
  The Christ-child lay on Mary’s lap,
J His hair was like a light.
t (O weary, weary were the world,
I · But here is all aright.)
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l{ The Christ-child lay on Mary’s breast,
*3 His hair was like a star.
l (O stern and cunning are the Kings,
I   But here the true hearts are.)
  The Christ-child lay on Mary’s heart,
il His hair was like a fire.
  (O weary, weary is the world,
  But here the world’s desire.)
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_ I The Christ-child stood at Mary’s knee,
 I His hair was like a crown,
T , And all the flowers looked up at Him
N And all the stars looked down.
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I (G. K. Chesterton)
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CHRISTMAS SHOPPING
The change in ownership and character of Life recalls the
following selection from an issue of many years ago.
"I want to get a combination blackboard and checkerboard." .
It was the most crowded hour during the day in the great department
store. The urbane floorwalker put on his best commercial smile.  
"Yes, sir. Take the elevator to the right. Fifth floor." i
The man got oif at the fifth floor.  
"I want to get a combination blackboard and checkerboard." a
"Yes, sir. Get them in the house furnishing goods department, in the _—
basement." .
"Are you sure about that ?"
"Positive."
The man descended. Wandering into the house furnishing goods de-
partment he accosted a genial-looking blonde.
"I want to get a combination blackboard and checkerboard."
"What did you say‘?"
"I said I want to get a-—now, just a minute—oh, yes, a combination ,
blackboard and checkerboard."
"Games department, on the seventh iloor."
He then went up to the seventh floor.
The keeper of the games department came forward. ,
"I want to get a combination checkerlap——wait a minute—a combine.- .
tion-—"
The man spoke slowly.
"A combination checkerboard and laprobe."
"What did you say ?"
"I said I wanted to get a checkerrobe and 1apboard."
The man looked at him curiously and said:
"Yes, sir. You will find them in the specialty department, on the
third Hoor."
The man went down to the third floor. He went up to a nice-looking
lady, and, patting her on the cheek, said:
"I want to look at some of your patent, reversible lap checkerboards,
cut bias, with pleats on the side." ‘
The saleslady called the floorwalker. He heard the man muttering to
himself and called the house detective.
When last seen, as the man stepped into the ambulance that mercifully i
took him, he was saying to himself: ‘
ti "Lapboard—checkerrobe—checker1ap—lap checkerrobe—robelap."
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‘ CHRISTMAS
. 1936
"So hallowed and so gracious is the time?
If this Bulletin reaches you just a wee bit late for Christmas
Day, we are sorry. The reason lies in your Editor having to
Q leave her job for several weeks for a stay at a sanatarium from
Q which she has enormously benefited.
lg As this is written we are in full swing with Christmas
l preparations. The children are rehearsing their carols, the
. "Mother and Baby Parties" have mostly been held, and every-
thing is being lined up for the old-fashioned folk dances, the
trees, the carol singing, the refreshments, the toys.
H Meanwhile, every day your gifts for these celebrations for
five thousand children are pouring in to us at Hyden. The whole
Hospital attic is given over to them, and our Volunteer Christ-
- mas Secretary of the year, Dorothea Van Duyn, is unpacking,
listing and acknowledging each parcel. Several times a week
the truck comes loaded with freight and express from Hazard.
The outpost nurses have all sent in their requisitions,—so many
. hundreds of toys needed for toddlers, so many for big boys,
so many for big girls, so many for babies. Experience shows us
that we will run several hundred toys short and will never have
y enough candy, but then the checks are coming in, too. From
the gift of $1.00, to Mr. E. R. Bradley’s regular Christmas
$200.00, all are so welcome. We want to send our grateful
thanks for both money and supplies. There are great shipments
where many have combined together as in Boston’s nine barrels
and St. Paul’s big collection; the large donation from the
Women’s Auxiliary of the Jefferson County, Ky., Medical Asso-
ciation; Teachers’ College and St. Luke’s Hospital Nurses’ barrels
from New York, and such huge individual shipments as our
Honorary Chairman in Cleveland, Mrs. Leonard C. Hanna, sends
i_ each year. From these and many others, on down to the two
handkerchiefs enclosed in an envelope by a friend who could not
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give more but who realized our deep gratitude to her for giving ¤
what she could,——for everything we are more appreciative than_
we can express.
Lastly, we want to tell you what it means to us to know
that in your busy lives you have taken the time to write us, to
send money, to buy or collect supplies, and to pack and ship
them. So much that is personal has gone into your efforts that ‘
we would be a sorry crowd indeed if we did not thank you
especially for the labor of your hands. Heart, brain and hands
have all gone into it. May your Christmas and your New Year  
reflect some part of the joy you have given to thousands of l
children who would have had no Christmas except for you. _#
Kind hands! Oh never near to you
May come the woes ye heal!
Oh never may the hearts ye guard,
The griefs ye comfort, feel!
May He, in whose sweet name ye build,
So crown the work ye rear,
That ye may never clasped be
In one unanswered prayer!
 
WELCOME GIFT TO THE HYDEN HOSPITAL
The Frontier Nursing Service Hospital at Hyden has re- ·
ceived from the Kelvinator Corporation a marvelous new electric
refrigerator. Our friends know that we have our own electric
light plant, powerful enough to give us not only our lights but
also our ice and our sterilization, but this refrigerator is much
larger than the one we had and it is delightful how beautifully
it meets the Hospital’s needs. You must all rejoice with us.
 
"I feel as though I’ve been reading ‘Jack and the Bean-
stalk,’ ‘Snow White’ and ‘Rose Red', or that I’ve actually been
in Fairyland. It was a unique experience and one of the out- cj
standing events of my life."
From a guest. \
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WINTER BABIES
By G. WINIFRED DENNIS, R. N.
— My arrival at the Possum Bend nursing center at Confluence
was in wintry weather. Two days later, just when I was feeling
established and looking for happenings, a midwifery call came,
i Sunday evening at 5 :00 o’clock. We were wanted three miles off
E on the other side of the river. It was out of the question to take
, the horses; the river-ice was solid but not solid enough for
' horses to cross on. It hadbeen sunny and thawing a little dur-
ing the day.
So, off we went, Nora Kelly and I, on foot in single iile, the
man ahead carrying the light, me, rather pleased to be involved,
bringing up the rear. Once out on the river-ice, we crossed half
way and then had to go diagonally down stream via some (in-
visible) islands, _in order to avoid thin places and occasional
open water. It was quite clear and very cold. Various ominous
creakings made me wonder whether the rear place was the
safest—one was rather acutely aware of black water not very
I far under one’s feet. However, we arrived safely and in good
time, were warmly welcomed and accommodated by the mountain
_ family, and had the pleasure of bringing a jolly December baby
into the world in the early hours of the morning.
Breakfast with the family provided some new experiences
for a stranger, including corn bread and buttermilk; and the
walk home in the dawn was a revelation. We had apparently
l been walking along the river bank on the edge of nothing the
previous evening and I, at least, never knew it.
‘ Next night at midnight another call came, again to a family
· living the other side of the river and two miles up a creek.
This time it was really sub-zero weather, colder than I’ve ever
felt it except in Canada. We set off afoot in the same forma-
l tion and crossed the river at right angles, since the ice was now
' as hard as rock. The darkness was pitch black and the most
wonderful sparkles of color sprang up each side of us when
(fl the torch light caught the frosted bushes. Walking up the creek,
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from where it emptied into the river, was not very easy; the
swifter reaches of the stream were open water and if one paused I
to consider before jumping over a gap, the ice on which one was
standing was apt to give way, letting one into (fortunately)
quite shallow but (unfortunately) quite cold water. It was sur-
prising and gratifying to find how much immersion boots will
stand before leaking in good earnest. The last part of our
journey was the worst, a very steep woodland path where the
snow had collected in drifts and an icy crust had formed on
top. Here I appreciated my position as rear guard, as quite a  
good path was broken for me by the Hounderings of the others. l
On arrival at the house we found all peaceful, but waited  
some hours to observe the course of events. The main impression —
of this night on one who was by now getting rather drowsy, was I
made by the ceaseless conversation of the neighbors who had   _
come in to help. Some of it was unintelligible to a stranger, but
all of it was interesting, and seemed to me to beat the record
for sustained flow over a period of five hours or more.
At 6 :15 A. M., as the patient was not in labor, we left, after
settling her to sleep. Again, the walk home was a revelation; the
growing light revealed views I hadn’t known were there, and
I incidentally came just in time to supplement the fading light
of our torch. We hadn’t realized we’d used it so much! The _
colors in the sky were wonderful, as we arrived home, and our
hair and caps were all frosted white, so it was still very cold.
The next night at 10:30 o’clock arrived another man, or
rather the same man as the night before, this time sure that
there was no mistake about it and would we hurry. Convinced
by this time that night calls were the rule rather than the ex-
ception, I found no difficulty in hurrying, having had practice.
Unfortunately for me, a slight thaw had set in, enough to make
H the surface snow like glass, and the anxious father took us by
a precipitous short cut. He managed it himself at good speed,
carrying the saddle bags and a lantern, but I was wishing I
had thought of including an Alpenstock in my luggage and
delayed things somewhat by skidding downwards in the dark
from time to time on top of Nora Kelly. However, we cer-
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temperature—me rather regretting the sheepskin I had found
indispensable the two other evenings.
This time the little house was all in a bustle and there was
no time to feel drowsy. Our baby arrived in good order; and
ten minutes after midnight as I sat there oiling the latest arrival,
we recollected suddenly that it was New Year’s day and we’d p
agreed the previous day to wake up and congratulate each other!
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1 From the Sayings of the Children
By PAMELA GLENCONNER
‘ Perhaps it is not a fancy. Truth has fallen from the lips of
babes before now. He says we all have "our lands" that we go
to, when we sleep. He is continually discovering fresh and
interesting facts about the lands. "I went to my land last night,"
he will say, "it was beautiful." There are many sound rules
‘ belonging to his land. For instance, anyone who wants a pearl-
necklace there, has to dive for it. There are no prisons-
"people’s feelings are their prisons," they are in prison "when
they hate what they’ve done wrong." Each one has for his
surroundings that which he most affects; there are no castles
there, all the houses are cottages. The birds trust you and show
you their nests. Your clothes are part of you there, so that
you never have to change, they grow on you, and are always
perfectly "comfortable and right". You eat fruit there, and yet
, nothing is destroyed, you do not destroy a fruit by eating it,
because "its life" makes another fruit just where you picked it
from_; it is only the shapes of things that can be destroyed ....
he says a rabbit that is run over by a motor at night, or frogs
that are crushed by cartwheels, run on into their lands, and reach
safely their hedges, saying: "I thought I should get over the
road all right; I knew I would"—it’s their shapes we see on the
road, he says, it is only these they leave behind them.
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IN MEMORIAM ‘
I SHERMAN EVERSOLE l
PAUL EVERSOLE
of Hyden, Kentucky.
The passing of these two Kentuckians, uncle and nephew,
within a few days of each other, has stirred our hearts to their
very depths. Both men were right-hearted gentlemen, courteous,
clean-living, kind. The older one has left a frail widow who is é
childless; the younger one, Paul, was the oldest child of a {
Widowed mother. Both had been most royally our friends during  ‘}
all the years we knew them and we never knew either to do an
ungentle or an ungracious thing.
"Love, thou art absolute, sole Lord of life and death."
JUDGE WILLIAM D1xoN, of Wooton, Ky.
Yet another Kentuckian among our warmest friends has
passed through the dim veil and "awakened from the dream of
life," leaving a grieving family and many hundreds of friends
behind him here. His was a career of public service, and his a r
character of public spirit. Throughout the long years of his J
life he met with the utmost honor all public and private obli-
gations.
"O knowing, glorious Spirit! when
Thou shalt restore trees, beasts and men,
When Thou shalt make all new again,  
Destroying only death and pain,
Give him amongst Thy works a place,
  Who in them lov’d and sought Thy face!"
R0sE SANDLIN, Age 3, of Owl’s Nest, Ky.
"Suffer the little children .... "
This wee girl was the youngest child of our friend, the _
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i up a little child, to give it up at Christmas, to give up one in
which gallant blood iiows, one of such potential usefulness,-
- all that is hard indeed. With aching sympathy we lay our hearts
by those of Will and Belvie.
"It is not for our earth and us,
To shine in things so precious."
i TRACY W. MCGREGOR, of Detroit, Mich., and
l Washington, D. C.
 j ' This regal spirit was one of the most beautiful we have
{ ever known. Hisllife was as nearly selfless as a man’s life
can be in this world. He was not only generous of his time,
his means, but he was spiritually generous. By his broken-
hearted widow, by his people, by his numberless friends, he
will always be missed. What he gave was never his own. He
had become a channel for diviner gifts because "the measure-
less and glowing goodness of God beguiled him."
HENRY JOY, of Detroit, Michigan.
. "Immortal welcomes wait for thee."
Again we mourn the passing of an old and valued friend,
and our hearts are aching with those of his widow and children.
We know, beyond peradventure, that all of the best of life’s
achievements, all that large ability, intellect, force and, more
especially, kindness, have achieved in this world, will carry on
H with greater fullness in the next. This satisfies the mind but
it does not still the throbbing of broken and loving hearts.
DR. RICHARD OLn1No BEARD, of Minneapolis, Minn.
In the passing of Dr. Richard Olding Beard, of Minneapolis,
the Frontier Nursing Service has lost one of the very first mem-
bers of its National Medical Council, and the nursing profession
_ one of its oldest and warmest friends. In 1909 Dr. Beard or-
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a university hospital. This school became an integral part of
the University of Minnesota. Other universities since then have
incorporated training schools, and granted degrees to nurses
who both graduated from the training school and completed the
required university work. Widely known as was Dr. Beard for
his medical achievements, he will be especially remembered for
this significant step in the education of nurses, and also by all
of his friends, for the warm and kindly nature of his manhood.
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CELIA GOLDSMITH, of Lexington, Ky. 1
This young girl was so often up with us at Wendover shar-
ing our work, our hopes, our difficulties, and always with such -
unselfish sweetness and such ability, that her death is a real
blow to us. We share the sorrow of her people and we shall
always miss her. A young life, baffled for two years by constant .
illness, has set itself to further service and more unselfish living
in a land less difficult than this. Celia, " ’tis seed-time still with I
thee, and stars thou sow’st".
Hail, ancient Mounds! sure defense,
Where they survive, of wholesome laws;
Remnants of law whose modest sense
Thus into narrow room withdraws;
Hail, Usages of pristine mold,
And ye that guard them, Mountains old! H
Wm. Wordsworth
Christmas Minstrelsy
"I loved being in that beautiful unspoiled country .... You
are doing something so really worthwhile-constructive—and
so far-reaching. I had no idea of the extent of your work until V
I was your guest." P , 
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FIRST ROUNDS OF NURSING CENTERS
By MARGUERITE T. WooLLEY
of Washington, D. C.
There is a spirit of friendliness at Wendover and after a
week in its delightful, bustling atmosphere you leave for
 - "rounds" with mixed feelings. The saddle bags are packed and
i the courier, Dorothy Danner, is ready, so with a feeling of a
Y job to be done the start is made.
’ The ride down to Possum Bend, at Confluence (gift of Mrs.
Chester Bolton of Cleveland), is along the Middle Fork River.
` We passed straight through Hyden, where the Service Hospital
and doctor’s cottage are located, without stopping, because I
had been there before and would go again. What a thrill, those
’ fourteen miles from Hyden on! You feel like Jack the Giant
. Killer, going on and on, not knowing what you are going to
meet. The daughter of a Kentuckian is usually brought up on
stories of “Hell-For-Certain" which proved to be a very modest
creek. However, we forded it with saddle bags held over our
` heads, and water up to our boots.
The nurses in charge at Confluence, Nora Kelly and Della
Int-Hout, are very hospitable and interested in showing guests
their house and telling you of their Work. They are both very
socially minded and their Center is a community forum. Kelly
told us about her debating club and her sewing classes. She
I has a beautiful quilt made by a class of girls, and attractive
aprons which are not for sale because she wishes to encourage
the girls in protecting their clothes when they Work. The handi-
work on the aprons is very fine and they are made from scraps.
It is interesting to see the remarkable things that can be made
from bright colored pieces of material. The knitting class needs
wool. In one corner of the living room.is a flower basket made .
by the men on the mountains. It is most attractive.
. The next morning several children came to the clinic. A
. ·  boy of sixteen, small for his age, had an ear ache. He never
\ moved while Kelly probed a small insect out of his ear—in fact
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it might have helped if he had only shown a little pain. His
mother was sick, and would the nurse see her that morning? S
Several other children came in for one thing or the other, i
then we saddled our horses and started up Trace Branch.
Our horses, Flint and Llanfechain, clambered up the rocky _
trail without much urging. While we were riding, Kelly told
me of the measles epidemic, which was still going on. One poor .
mother had gotten up too soon and had a relapse. This visit ‘
was interesting as it was the first time I had seen a nurse at  V
work. While unpacking the saddle bags, Kelly gave quite a l
talk on Public Health, insisting that the children wash their
hands and faces, drink water, inquiring about the milk supply, v_ 
giving suggestions to the neighbor who had come to help, how `
she could keep the measles from her children. It was interesting .
to note the guns on the wall, well oiled, in perfect condition. E
At the next cabin a young woman showed us her baby very  
proudly. A fine looking child and very clean. It was plain to be l
seen that she had learned a great deal from the Service. The l
healthy baby showed it. V
With real regret we parted from Kelly and started for the L
Margaret Durbin Harper nursing center (a gift from Mrs.  
Hiram Sibley of Rochester) at Bowlington. One incident on r
the way made a great impression. It was very warm and I re- l
moved a sleeveless riding coat and Hung it across my saddle.
I paid a great deal of attention to Flint, going down a steep Q
trail, and forgot about my jacket. It was gone when I reached »
the bottom. Dorothy Danner insisted on going back to look L
for it. She didn’t find it and left a note in a mail box for the A,
postman, asking him to keep an eye out for it and take it to °
Confluence. When I returned to Wendover days later, the jacket
was on my bed.  .
V Bowlington is a center with only one nurse since the de- _
pression, Eva Gilbert. The next day was clinic day, and the
morning was spent in watching her give typhoid shots, examine
pre-natals, and give advice to mothers about their children. A  i
woman came in and asked about her son going to Berea. This  ,
woman was intensely interested in her children getting an edu- E_ 
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Presbyterian school, which I understand has a very good high
( school.
The daughter of a local midwife came in to register with
the nurse. She had not registered before because of the expense.
" Five dollars to deliver a baby seemed too much in these hard
V times, but her husband insisted that she go to the nurse. Ar-
rangements were made to pay for the delivery in potatoes and
· cushaws.
` The houses around Bowlington looked prosperous, the win-
Q dows were screened, the yards well kept. It all showed very
plainly the influence of the Service and the progressive character
' of the neighborhood.
 ` The Belle Barrett Hughitt nursing center (gift of the
. Hughitt family of Chicago) at Brutus on Bull Skin Creek was
 l our next stop, which we made late in the day. The view from
the porch is magnificent. The Center is high on a hill,·looking
5 towards a magnificent stretch of forest. The nurses, Gwladys
` Doubleday and Janet Milne (Scottie), greeted us warmly.
. Scottie was relieving in the absence of Lois Harris on vacation.
 c We were unfortunate in not being able to see any of the work
( of this Center because we had to leave early the next morning
 ' for Red Bird.
 ‘ From Brutus to Red Bird we went over the steepest trail
‘ yet. Never again will I experience the thrill that I did that
  morning when Flint clambered up trails that looked impassable.
t We went through Granny’s branch and though it was dry and
rocky you could see evidences of the damage done by the spring,
I tides. At Big Creek we were met by Betty Lester.
  Betty is years old in the Service, having been the former
i midwifery supervisor. She is in charge of the Clara Ford
Center on Red Bird River, the gift of Mrs. Henry Ford of
T Dearborn. Betty knows the Service through and through and
’ is very helpful in checking up on your observations when you »
j are a newcomer. After lunch we walked up to Peabody to get
the mail and then crossed Red Bird to see a girl who had been
` married about two years and was expecting her first baby.
tp This girl had been a maid at the Center before her mar-
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house doesn’t look like much on the outside, but the inside proves
‘ definitely that her stay at the Center was educational. The two
rooms were nicely papered, everything spotless, and the win-
dows screened. She was proud of her home and wanted us to
see the layette she was preparing for her baby. She has paid
for the Service layette, but her additions were as nice as any
mother could want. She had nice blankets, plenty of diapers, ”
materials for dresses and little sacques.
We got back to the motor road under construction at Red
Bird. A new road has just been built by the W. P. A. and super- A
. vised by Mr. Queen, the engineer at Fordsons. It is not hard-
surfaced, but at this season automobiles went past the Center. ’
We were taken by car to Manchester, county seat of Clay County. · *
On our way back to the Center we visited the Will Rogers _
C. C. C. Camp. The oHicers all seemed to be impressed with
the Frontier Nursing Service and the work it was doing. They
told stories of the assistance the nurses had given at the C. C. C.
camps when the boys were ill and the help Dr. Kooser and the
Service Hospital at Hyden had meant to them.
The Caroline Butler Atwood Center (given as a Memorial
by Mrs. Atwood’s two daughters of Louisville and Pittsfield,
Massachusetts), at Flat Creek, higher up on Red Bird River,
was our last stop. Peggy Tinline is the nurse in charge, another
` one long in the Service. I went out with her on the district to
see an expectant mother. A really beautiful child with yellow
curly hair was playing outside the cabin. The children were
healthy and apparently the mother is doing the best she can ·
under hard circumstances. It will be years before her cabin is
I near a motor road, and the approach is up a wild rocky branch
of Flat Creek. In the winter and spring during snow and tides
it must be impossible even to take a horse up there.
When we returned to the Center a woman was waiting to
see Peggy. She had the most terrible looking sores on her legs.
She showed one leg to the nurse because she thought it had be- .
come infected from "dew poison." She explained that her
husband was paralyzed and she had to be man and woman
both. She had been chasing the hogs out of the corn and »¤
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ooze. Boiling ooze is made by boiling peach tree leaves and
oak bark together. While that leg was being soaked, we untied
the other. She had scraped this one when a tub of beans she
was canning fell over.
Early the next morning Dorothy Danner and I started
f back to Wendover. I felt as if I had learned a great deal about
the Service. It is beyond words to try a`nd describe the ac-
complishments of the Nursing Centers, and the nurses.
It is a joy to have been in the mountains where you use
IA horses to make rounds. It is a joy to meet the mountain people, ‘
to know them as friendly, hospitable, charming hosts and host-
’ esses to stray guests. The love of the land is strong and even
‘ though it is hard to cultivate, at least it belongs to them. I have
. _ a feeling that this is true even though a great many do rent
land from big outside companies that own it. The children who
have a chance to grow up on land and be out in the open are
blessed, if only the struggle to live were not so great. I was
impressed with the way that everyone thought about the nurses,
sharing their problems with them, and the nurses’ interest
shows what has been accomplished in human understanding.
Beech Fork was not visited on this trip, but my last week-
end at Wendover I went alone. A thirteen mile ride, not on
Flint this time, who had been sent to Red Bird, back on district,
but on Babette, a new mare in the Service. Her gait was good
and naturally I felt thrilled to ride that distance alone. How-
ever, Stevie (Elizabeth Stevenson), the nurse, met me about
two miles beyond Stinnet.
At Beech Fork is the Jessie Preston Draper nursing center,
_ given by her daughter, the late Helen Draper Ayer of Boston.
Two photographs of portraits of Jessie Preston Draper and
of Helen Draper Ayer have lately been given to Beech Fork
and are hung in the clinic waiting room. Mrs. Draper’s portrait
shows the hair arrangement of the late eighties of the last
. century. A kind strong handsome face, that of this native Ken-
tuckian, and you can almost see her approval of the work that is
being carried on in her memory. The donor, Mrs. Ayer, has a
»¤ lovely look, in her picture. It is interesting to realize that Mrs.
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arrangement and softly draped dress will always have a look
of belonging to any period. It is a beautiful thought to present
these pictures, and gives the patient and the visitor a closer
feeling of friendship with these women who were forward
looking and understanding. They had wealth, but knew the
. lack of modern facilities in rural communities. They lived in
Massachusetts, but knew about and thought about the women
in the Kentucky mountains.
Like all the rest who have visited the Frontier Nursing
Service, I too go back to the city with a feeling of wanting above
all else to see that the Service goes forward. .
An epicure, dining at Crewe,
Found quite a large mouse in his stew. ·
Said the waiter, "Don’t shout
And wave it about,
Or the rest will be wanting one, too!"
FROM TWO MEDICAL STUDENTS
. "I consider the two days spent with the Frontier Nursing
Service as an outstanding experience from the educational
viewpoint."
"I am most grateful to you for shaking me outof the
self-complacent attitude of the average ‘crowd-thinking’ medical
‘ student."
Our cover picture for this issue is by the French sculptor
” Jean Dampt, and its title is "Grandmother’s Kiss".

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BEYOND THE MOUNTAINS
As we go to press we have not a final report on the Fron-
tier Nursing Service benefit given by the Chicago Committee,
announced in our last issue. Our clipping bureau has sent
us a wealth of material showing that the polo was superb, the
equestrian styles exhibited by couriers, assisted by debutantes,
were altogether charming, and that a host of friends aided Mrs.
Charles W. Dempster, the Chairman, Mrs. Frederic W. Upham,
_ the former Chairman, Miss Adelaide Atkin and Mrs. Paul Mag-
nuson, Jr., Benefit Chairmen, in putting it all over successfully.
Our very special thanks are due Miss Virginia Gardner for
handling the publicity superbly.
The New York Committee also staged a benefit on Friday
evening, December 4, when they took over a performance of
Filbert Miller’s production of Wycherley’s "The Country Wife,"
with Ruth Gordon in the leading role, at the Henry Miller
Theater. The newspaper publicity was superbly done and a
host of friends took boxes and orchestra tickets and gave din-
ners in advance of the play. We hear on all hands that our
New York Chairman, Mrs. Warren Thorpe, handled the whole
affair magnificently, assisted by her admirable committee, of
which Mrs. George Brett, Jr., is now Secretary. Exact returns
on this benefit have not reached us, but the Treasurer of the
New York Committee, Mrs. Herman F. Stone, writes us that
they will come to considerably more than $4,000.00. The im-
mense lift to the budget of benefits such as these two is simply
more than the English language can