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THE QUARTERLY BULLETIN of TI—IE FRONTIER NURSING SERVICE, Im.
Published Quarterly by the Frontier Nursing Service, Lexington, Ky. V
Subscription Price $1.00 Per Year I
VOLUME 23 WINTER, 1948 NUMBER 3 V
"Entered as second-class matter June 30, 1926, at the Post Office at Lexington, Ky.,
under Act of March 3, 1879."
Copyright, 1948, Frontier Nursing Service, Inc.
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 INDEX
ARTICLE AUTHOR PAGE
l ii Beyond the Mountains 47
p Field Notes 61
  File 13   Betty sem 38
  "Have You Written Yet?" Doris Reid 13
Hospital Heating System and Us Peggy Brown 15
In Memoriam ~ 40
Old Courier News 17
Old Staff News 2
Sammie on the District Florence Samson 3
Sammie in the Hospital Florence Samson 5
Watering Tenacity (Cartoons) Louisa B. Chapman 36
` Who Envies Who Whose Job? Carolyn Booth 8
V Q BRIEF Brrs
  Brevities 22
  Courier Registered for 1966 · V V
{ (Photograph) , 7
i 1 Fixing the Ghost Light 14
  From Deep Ford Fork Rufus Feltner 2
Q Histo1·y and Hope `_ Robert E. Lee 39
Just Jokes 22
Papas Politics The Semi-Attached Couple 34
Passenger Pigeon and Mourning Dove Nature Magazine · 12
Postal Chess . 67
L Tail Corn - The Countryman 16
True Talk 34
I Twig-less ’Water Diviner The Countryman 60
Verse Maxine Thornton 2
{ White Elephant (Illus.) 35
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 FROM DEEP FORD FORK
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To the members of the Hyden Frontier Nursing Service:  I
I do know it was cold, snow, and frozen on the night on the _ _
Sunday, Feb. 2nd at 2:30 when I call the nurses-——and how   I
willing they was to cross that snow Hill for sake of my wife  
when my baby Hubert was born about 9:20 Monday morning. {
I sure thank the kindness and willingness of two nice nurses  
while in my home, Miss Reid and Miss Lenschow. With kind-  
ness to them,  
A RUFUS FELTNER. i  
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Each eve just atter tea, we go to water  
The `horses——Jean and I. I 
And there in the sott dusk ot Wendover L; 
We Iook with wonder at the changing sky  
- Finding beauty and peace It
These we`d Iike to share with you  
The horses—Jean and I. » 5 
MAXINE THORNTON   i
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SAMMIE ON THE DISTRICT
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 ` i FLORENCE SAMSON, R.N. I
  .; The nurse on the Hyden districts certainly leads an inter-
* esting life. Just about the time she feels that her work is all
{ caught up and routine can take over, something different hap-
  pens. Last fall, several things happened.
  The first was a two months’ old infant who was brought
  _ in to clinic with diphtheria. Since she was so young, she had
E,. not had her immunizing shots. The fact that the family lived
  on Brutus district several miles from Hyden did not mean that
  the Hyden nurse was not concerned. The Brutus nurses were
  busy with midwifery and could not take the time involved in a
  case of diphtheria. The Hyden nurse does not do midwifery
  (because of the Frontier Graduate School), so what do you
Y  think happened?
g The road to Sizerock starts out nicely but, like all mountain
  highways, it soon deteriorates. For about the last five miles it
  is what we blithely call "a good mountain road." This means
‘·? that a hardened traveler can take a jeep over it. After that
5 the way to the Smiths’ became a trail. There was about two
  and a half miles of that.
  The Smiths had a nice arrangement for caring for a con-
  tagious case. The kitchen and dining room was one large room
g' in a separate building. The oldest child in the family did the
{ cooking and dish washing. She served the children their meals
  first, and after they had left the table, the mother and father,
{ i who were caring for the baby, ate their meals. So careful were
2 _ the parents that the well children were not even allowed to
'I,  look in the windows of the room where the sick child lay. ,
  On the first home visit, the nurse gave the baby a thera-
.  peutic dose of antitoxin. After that she gave all the other mem-
'  bers of the family a small dose of antitoxin. This treatment
* confers immediate, temporary immunity. She also took swabs
. of all the throats in the family. Then she gave an impromptu

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lecture on diphtheria. The whole family was interested in how  
the baby could have gotten the disease, how it acts on the body, g
how to keep others from getting it, and what treatment should
be used. 1
Next day the baby had pneumonia, probably from inspira- 1
tion of mucus which it was unable to expectorate. The nurse
gave penicillin under orders of the medical director.  ,
On the third day, came a telegram from the State Labora-  4
tory indicating that two children of the Smith family had diph—  
theria organisms in their throats., So the nurse gave them a W 
booster dose of diphtheria toxoid. Since these twohad been in  
school, she stopped at the school and gave Schick tests to all  
of the students. These had to be read in twenty-four hours, so  il
the fourth day found her back at Sizerock looking at arms  ;
and peering into throats. V  
Have you been wondering what happened to the baby?  
Diphtheria, when treated promptly and adequately, is not so  
bad. Even pneumonia is not so fearsome as it was a few years  
ago. The baby made an uneventful recovery. She ate like a  
little pig, slept in long naps, and generally behaved as a two  
months’ old infant should. She even gained weight during her 3 A
period of quarantine!  
During the last two days of the period, the family indulged rl
in an orgy of house cleaning. All the bedding from the con- ` 
taminated room was washed or sunned, clothes were washed,  
furniture and woodwork were scrubbed, and the windows were  
washed. After the baby was released from quarantine, they even . 3
re-papered the walls. Such perfect co-operation certainly makes  Y
a nurse’s work easier.  
A month or so later, the nurse from Confluence, twelve miles  
down river from Hyden, reported that she had several cases of  
scarlet fever. This is a disease which no midwife dares touch. ·
So the Hyden nurse was off again, this time on a horse and with
saddle-bags bulging with clean shirts and sulfa pills! i
Scarlet fever is another disease which has been put in its  
place by modern medicine. The children were sick so short a  
time that it was difficult to maintain any sort of quarantine. 5
Most of the children were sick only a couple of days!  
Since the epidemic wasconfined to three school districts,  
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  the nurse made daily visits to these schools to look at throats
y and chests for evidence of a rash. The teachers were most
k co-operative. At an informal meeting, the nurse lectured on
. scarlet fever. She stressed the point that early disappearance
 I of symptoms does not mean there will be no complications.
Several times on visits to a school she would find that suspicious
 , " looking pupils had been segregated till she arrived and that
 ( others who had come back to school "because they weren’t sick"
  had been sent home by the teacher. '
  Since there were almost one hundred cases of scarlet fever
  in this epidemic, it was impossible for one nurse to make daily
§·  visits to the afllicted. Brothers and sisters of the sick children
  were allowed to come to school because every one had been
 I exposed anyhow. Due to the alertness of the teachers, all of
  the active cases were treated promptly and consequently none
 5, of them were seriously ill.
pi Before long the Hyden nurse could return to the problems
  on her own district.
  SAMMIE IN THE HOSPITAL
  _ TONSIL CLINIC
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  FLoRENoE sAMsoN, R.N.
  When I found that I was going to work in the operating
  room during the tonsil clinic, I expected to be deprived of all
if of the hard work, but life couldn’t be that dull.
  We had a very sick patient in the hospital the week before
I  ‘ the clinic began. Early one morning I was called at the crack
Q of dawn to be ready to help operate on this patient. I got ready.
E Then some one came in and said, "Everything is all right, I
W  guess." So I moved everything in the operating room and got
? "unready." About the time I decided to improve each shining
  hour by making formulas for the babies, another distracted
  l nurse dashed in and said, "Don’t unsterilize anything; we may
é have to operate anyhow." So I moved furniture again! _
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We didn’t operate on the patient but I spent a very inter-  
esting week. Instead of concentrating on tonsil clinic, I made T
formulas, fed babies, and took care of a seriously ill burned I
child during the time I wasn’t trying to find blood donors. Typ- ,
ing and cross matching blood is rather simple, but my work  
was in the hospital ward on second floor and all of the blood
work is more conveniently done on Hrst iloor in the d0ctor’s   =`  .-
office. I believe I wore a groove in the stairs that week!  (
On Sunday, when tonsil patients were being admitted, I {
detached unwilling children from determined parents, dressed A
_ them in pajamas, labeled them, and took them up to the ward `_
to get acquainted with the others. When I got the last one  
upstairs, an older girl was reading aloud to the children and I
everything was under control. Then I went back to my blood _,
work in the doctor’s office. I was most happy to have two pints  
of whole blood in the refrigerator by the day’s end.  
Monday morning, we started tonsil operations. It was sf 
years since I had seen a tonsillectomy and I had never worked  
. . with Dr. Urton before, but he is so easy to work for that we  H
soon got settled in a routine. It was wonderful to see Dr. Dollar  
talk more or less reluctant children right up on the operating i,
table and put them to sleep without a struggle. Everything was  
lovely. And then the suction machine broke down.  
It is impossible to do a tonsillectomy without some means ~ 
of removing mucus from the patient’s throat. Dr. Urton had  
brought a spanking new suction machine with him. We stopped E 
"proceeding according to precedent" while the men gathered  
around this obstreperous bit of machinery and tried to coax  
it to work. They even read the book of directions. Have you  ?i 
ever seen a book of directions which really helps repair  
_ machinery? {
We have among our equipment a suction apparatus which "
works by attaching it to a water faucet. Very simple and y —
uncomplicated. It worked. As long as the water in the tanks .
held out, nothing could go wrong with it. It worked for two "  1
days! I don’t know whether Dr. Urton’s machine ever did get I,
going or not but I’m cured of wanting a good electric suction g
machine. Me for the simple life!  
The nicest part of the tonsil clinic is watching the children 1
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  eat ice cream. Dr. Dollar always provides ice cream for the
.  patients and I have yet to see one too sick or with too sore a
throat to eat it. And you have never seen true courtesy until
_ _you have seen a child who isn’t feeling so well himself holding
v_ a basin under the chin of one who suddenly feels worse.
l I think I like a tonsil clinic. This year, I didn’t have time
__  __ to worry about it and everything went well. Now I know there
‘ x isn’t any need to worry. _
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· Courier—Registered for 1966
  Daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Edward Townsend Moore
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WHO ENVIES WHO WHOSE ]OBZ’ if
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CAROLYN BooTH, B.A. .
(Volunteer Christmas Secretary, 1947)  h
Driving in to Wendover that first day of November in a  
jeep waswhen I first had the words directed toward me, "I don’t `
envy you your job." This is especially comforting to hear when  
you are about to take up a new post. Pat Mickle and Luckey, ,f, _
who had driven to meet me at Corbin, had been having fun  
exaggerating about the Service to a newcomer. Now they were  
explaining elaborately the duties of a Christmas Secretary. Pat  
said, "I know one person who’ll be glad you’re here—poor  
Brownie at the hospital. She’s been opening hundreds of boxes  
of old clothes. That’ll be your job now." Luckey added, "I know  
somebody else who’ll be glad you’ve come—poor Jean, she was  
buried in a barrel in the midwives cellar from Thanksgiving ’til  
New Year’s last year. Oh, my dear—" Luckey rolled her eyes  
sympathetically in my direction, "I don’t envy you your job." , 3
We had come to the mouth of Muncie Creek by this time,  
where we went into four-wheel drive, and set our teeth hard "— 
together to hold them in our mouths. The mountains soared all  
around us; and as it was growing dark, seemed to close in over  
us. After fording the river, we squiggled and wiggled along the  
road, sometimes sliding toward the ditch, sometimes toward the  I
bank that dropped off twenty-five feet to the river. High above . ;
us swung the bridge that had been washed away during the .
floods. ` _  A
My thoughts began to turn toward cozy home, and I think  
I shed a tear or two for my own youthful foolhardiness. "I don’t i,
envy you your job," kept ringing through my dampened spirits. V `
The second time I heard these words was auspiciously the _
first day that I spent in my cellar beneath the midwives quar- ·
ters, opening a few packages. A few packages-—I stared around   {
at the tables groaning with boxes. They were piled to the ceil-
ing, stacked on the floor and underneath the tables, so that
there was barely room for me to squeeze through a little path L
between them, provided I didn’t eat any more chocolate pudding I
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E before Christmas. Whistling to keep my spirits bright, I began
E exploring boxes. It was almost fun, discovering dolls in one
l box, picture puzzles in another, red and blue trucks, or marbles
C —or Christmas horns. And there ·were elephant sand toys,
 _ hundreds of elephant sand toys, a pile of them as large as a
 l real, live elephant.
 __ Suddenly there came a knock at the door. Spinning around
 '< to answer it, I fell over a jump rope, and brought the elephant
_ sand toys down on top of me in a heap. It was Brownie, who
5 had popped in to say, "My, Carolyn, how neat it looks in here.
  · Why, the place looks almost empty!" I glared at her, and stood
  up brushing off my pants.
  "You should have seen it at the height last year. It was
  awful!" she said, and on the "awful," she wrinkled her nose so
  expressively that I knew it really must have been. Brownie
  then leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You know, I don’t
  envy you this job at all." I
  Then one bright· Tuesday morning, the express came in
ii  with its first real Christmas load. Seventy packages, averaging
  50 pounds! There were 17 boxes from the Laurel School, eight
  from the Hill School, 14 from A.O.Pi in Kalamazoo, 19 from
=·_  A.O.Pi in Oshkosh, 43 from A.O.Pi in Mesusa, 63 from A.O.Pi
jg; in Kukamonga .... How I came to love the A.O.Pi whom every-
_” one called affectionately the "Apple Pies." "Is that all‘?" I asked
  Walter as the last parcel pushed him out the door. "Yes, ma’am
‘ ——all until Friday, that is. There was more, but I couldn’t bring
  any more in the truck. I don’t envy you this job, I shore don’t!"
 ' I looked about me. That was all I could do because I was
 " wedged in the only spot where you might have seen the floor
I   _ if I hadn’t been standing there. But, going to work like a mole,
  I unpacked a little tunnel. It got to be a game, the object of
‘ · ·which was to burrow a path to the stairs and freedom before
lunch time. When I met a candy shipment, I ate my way through.
` . By afternoon, there was room enough for one assistant, Maxine.
· ' We worked grimly, silently, slitting open boxes, listing the con-
i tents, then stacking the clothing on one table, the books and
puzzles on another, the toys on another. It was good that there
I were two of us, because every now and then the clothing would
? slide; and for the person underneath, the tragedy was as serious
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' as a mine collapse. Five-thirty, the express over at last, we 2.
staggered to supper. Maxine smiled wanly at me, under the sil-  
very light of the moon, and said, "Carolyn, I don’t envy you  
your job." I nodded back, "Neither do I."
The reason I had come to Kentucky was my admiration
for the romantic figure of the Nurse on Horseback. If there was
any thrilling, satisfying, altruistic career left in this world—it J
belonged to the Frontier Nurses of Kentucky. I envied them, 4
how I envied them. _ g
Until I accompanied them on deliveries. It was rather   ·
exciting that first night. The call came in about 6:00 P.M. to  
hurry out to the Tandy’s on the Goose Rock road, and the nurse t  E
asked me if I wanted to go along. A real mountain delivery by  
lamp light! In no time, Ginny Frederick, little "eBoo" the Flat  
. Creek Cocker Spaniel, and I were in the jeep and speeding  Q
through the night. Emily was sitting on the side of the bed,  A
. . g having pains, when we arrived, I felt suddenly shy and out of ¥ 
n place as Ginny tied on her apron, scrubbed her hands, and  
opened her saddle bags-—al1 the while chattering naturally to  
Emily. Little "Boo" curled up on a chair by the fire, and with  I,
one ear hanging off, went to sleep. Apparently, he knew about ` ..
deliveries.  
Emily’s pains were coming every ten minutes when we I 
arrived. Then they were harder but every twenty minutes. By
10 P.M. they were weak and 20 minutes apart. She had castor ¤:
oil. She had quinine. She had an enema. Much later Ginny  
. gave her bromides, and we all went to bed. Emily was com-  
fortable, but Ginny and I lay like logs across the spare bed, with  
our booted feet hanging over the edge growing numb. Boo had ;§
curled up around our necks. gl
About 4:30 A.M. it was apparent that the baby (probably ,Q
the girl Emily wanted) had changed its mind about coming that Y
morning. That was the first night I didn’t quite envy the nurses
their jobs. J
Hopefully, I joined Eva Gilbert another evening to "catch" V
a baby. Yes, we would catch one this time. Nan had had nine, =-
and ought to know now when they were on the way. And Miss I
Gilbert was an old hand at it too. A
When we arrived at Nan’s, the children were being shooed —
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  out to stay at their uncle’s for the night. Little bodies with
é bare bottoms were wiggling out of the four brass beds set up
  in the same room. "Git up and git yore pants on, Mark. Come
on, Corie, git yore shoes." Little ones stumbled blindly around,
and were gradually assembled at the door in chronological order,
checked for complete sets of clothes, and pushed out into
J the cold.
{ We settled down to wait. But Nan had settled down to
§ — wait for two or three days. She never had another pain after
  ’ we arrived! About 5:30 the next morning, I not only was losing `
  my envy for the Frontier Nurses, I was beginning to feel sorry
I  “ for obstetricians all over the world.
  At breakfast the next morning, I noticed the dark circles
  under everyone’s eyes—al1 the little student midwives looked
 Q worn down. There had been an interesting delivery at 2:00 A.M.
  at the Hospital, and they’d all been dragged out of bed to observe.
I  Tonsil Clinic settled the matter for me. Brownie suggested
5 that I might like to see a pair of tonsils removed. That sounded
 F nice. I had never been in the operating room before, except in
 ” a horizontal position. Just as the doctors were reaching peak
  efficiency, etherizing a patient on one table while the child on
f the other table was being de-tonsilized, I arrived. Outside the
I  door were the last two little victims, looking slightly green.
Inside the ward, I could see faithful Alonzo, our man of all
E diiiicult jobs, this time dressed in white, mopping little brows
  with cold water. Entering the operating room with mask over
gi  my nose, and gown over my jeans, I noticed the strong ether
4  odor, and felt a little hot. The doctors were grouped around a
  little boy on the table, screwing and tugging at his mouth with
if pliers and scissors. One of the nurses asked politely, "Have you
yr ever seen a tonsil‘?" and held one under my nose. Suddenly I
‘ felt the ether swirl into my brain. I knew they meant to jerk
out my tonsils. I was sure of it. "I think I’ve had enough,"
Y I gasped, snatching the mask off my face and running for the
‘ door and down the corridor.
‘· Once out in the open air, and heading toward the cellar
ji where I held Santa Claus headquarters, I felt an immense calm
settle over my spirit. I thought of the nurses cooped up in that
J stifling air with all those miserable children.
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l Mine, on the other hand, was a beautiful job—to imagine _
children’s faces lighting up with happiness on Christmas morn- ‘
ing. It was I who sent on to them their dreamed-of red truck g
and doll—or roller skates, or elephant sand toys. I breathed  
the ether out of my lungs. My job had its dignity too. I could
look the Frontier Nurses straight in the eye, and say, "I don’t
envy you your job."
P.S. But secretly, I still do. It’s not an easy job—but all of ,1
those "false calls" are followed sooner or later by a baby; and ¥
it must be gratifying to look about you and see healthy little ;'
children to whom you have given the right start in life. Each li.
little child that smiles over my doll or truck was "caught" by  
an F.N.S. nurse.  
PASSENGER PIGEON AND MOURNING DOVE ,3 
After a difficult legislative battle, the Minnesota Legislature  
voted to place the mourning dove on the protected list, thus  j
assuring dove protection in every state along the Canadian bor- i- 
der. Canada already extends haven to this persecuted bird. J 
Much credit for this goes to the Minnesota Ornithological Union,  
and to Guy Atherton of St. Paul, who won a particular jewel  
in his crown by sparkplugging the legislative iight, practically  
camping at the capitol when the issue was at its hottest. At  
about the same time that Minnesota was taking this forward W 
step, the Wisconsin Society for Ornithology was holding cere- Eq;
monies at Wisconsin’s Wyalusing State Park, unveiling a monu— Q
ment, on which are carved a passenger pigeon and the legend: `· t
‘ "Dedicated to the last Wisconsin passenger pigeon shot at Bab-  
cock, Sept. 1899. This species became extinct through the `
avarice and thoughtlessness of man." ,· 
Nature Magazine, August-September, 1947  
American Nature Association,  
1214 Sixteenth St., N. W., *
Washington 6, D. C. A<
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  “HAVE YOU WRITTEN YET?"
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  ~ DORIS REID, R.N., c.M.
Although I was unable to attend the Thanksgiving dinner
_ at Wendover, every one returned feeling it was their personal
i< duty to tell me that Mrs. Breckinridge had requested some form
“ of material for the Bulletin as a Christmas gift to her.
  Like all the others I thought and thought, and even scatched
é my head trying to think. At odd times I saw my associates
{ staring into spaces with appearance of deep study.
  Each time there was a gathering of two or three, one could
,  always hear the question "Have you written your article yet?"
 i These were some of the answers overheard.
  ` Margaret: "Yes, I wrote on the less obvious of two likely
° _ subjects."
  Eva: "No, not yet, I can’t do mine until someone from Wendover
ix  does their part iirst." 4 _
  Nancy: "Yes, a long time ago." _ _
  Norma: "Do we dare hand in sketches ?"
  Odette: "No, I have not done it yet. Some people have talent
E for that—me, no! Perhaps I write on the painting party
  at Beechfork. I would rather make a long horse trip."
  Evelyn: "No, I will just send a greeting card with apologies-
  nothing ever happens exciting in M.T.D."
  Heidi: "Yes, if I can find out the proper words for what I want
  to write about."
I  Norrie: "I can’t think—maybe later."
 c  Brownie: "No, but Tuesday night is the dead line."
  Edna: "Yes ma’am," in her usual weak voice.
 » · Sammie: "Yes, I wrote two articles and I sure did hit the jack
  pot. I asked Margaret if I could use her typewriter and
‘ she typed them for me."
  Red: "N0, I’ll just wait and see what happens." ‘
yl Stinky: "Grr-rr." ·
  When Dr. and Mrs. Barney had the hospital nursing staff
$ and M.T.D. to their home for singing of carols and refreshments,
th a nice time was enjoyed by all. As we prepared to leave these
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` words were heard-——"Have you written your article yet? Tues-  
day night is the deadline!"  
A few nights later a group of twelve girls gathered_ at  
midwives quarters basement to help Santa unpack and sort his -  
toys. After this refreshments were served and the main topic
of conversation was—"Have you written your article yet ‘?"
Every one seemed conscious of the fact that the deadline
, was drawing near. Individuals were seen putting forth more ,
effort from time to time. I  
Monday night, during the pre-Christmas gathering at the :3
midwives quarters of the Medical Director’s family and hospital  
staff, the usual question was asked everyone present——"Have  
you written your article yet'?—Remember tomorrow night is  
the deadline!"  `E,
I returned to my room fairly late following the party. As I  
walked through the office, two girls were seen pecking away at ‘ {lj,
~ typewriters vigorously, attempting to complete their articles.  Yi
` On the next floor Brownie was found frantically cleaning off  s
her desk to make room to write her masterpiece. Peggy was  
found seated on her bed writing her article very energetically ·  
with Griffen, her cat, assisting. In the annex, behold Maxine 1, 
seated at her desk, looking troubled and perplexed, trying to  
make words rhyme. Three hours later she was found glued to .
t the samechair. I said to her, "Maxine, you have not moved for ‘
threeVhours." She replied, "I know it, Red, and I am going to  
give up and go to bed." Today she read to me her finished  
product.  
I have written this just in case someone should come to  !~
me tonight and say—"Red, this is the deadline! Have you  ·
written your article ‘?"  L
FIXING THE GHOST-   ‘
` A clerical visitor had been accommodated in a room which was reputed  
to be haunted. Next morning he was asked whether he had been disturbed  
at all, and he related how he had wakened to see a figure, clothed in white,
standing by his bed. "What did you do?" he wasasked. "Oh," he replied,  
"I ]ust said: ‘Could I appeal to you for a subscription to . . .’ but before ,
I got any further the figure vanished." _ H
—Digh.t, London, England `
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  HOSPITAL HEATING SYSTEM AND US ‘
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_   PEGGY BROWN, R.N., s.c.M.
Just about supper time, I noticed that the radiator in the
Delivery Room was leaking quite badly so mentioned it to
Brownie, who understands these things. Brownie came up to
  have a look at it, opened the valve, and steaming hot water
f poured out! We rushed for pans and wash basins, and had
  almost to start a bucket-chain system, there was so much water.
  I was rather puzzled to see Brownie taking off so much water,
  until she explained that the radiators were only supposed to
  contain steam! So something was very wrong.
 Y Brownie went off downstairs to look at the furnace, and I
·   mopped up the water in the Delivery Room and in the midwifery
 F bathroom, where the radiator had begun to leak also. This done
 ,- I, too, went downstairs to see what they had discovered and,
 `. to my horror, found Brownie opening more radiator valves and
· g.  letting out floods of water! So once again I ran for the mop
I  and bucket and called to Sister Hope, who was staying with us
  then, to join me. "Mississippi," a student midwife who had
 I just come off duty, and Ginger Griffin, the little hospital cat,
I wondered what we were doing so they came with us. It really
2 was -pricelessly funny. We—Sister Hope, tall, slender and
 j stately; "Mississippi," rather short; the little ginger cat; and I
  —all trailed after Brownie, mopping hard in the front office,
 g· the clinic waiting and treatment rooms and in the living room,
 F where the water was pouring out of the joints of the pipes and
  the radiators! Apparently the automatic water control to the
  furnace had gone wrong and, instead of the water being shut
Qi off, the whole heating system was filling up with water and the _ I
 ‘?  pressure gauge was rising steadily. Betty was down at the fur-
  . nace, raking out the fire and watching the pressure.
 g i Brownie finally stopped opening valves and went off up
  Hurt’s Creek in the jeep to find Alonzo who seems to know how
I  to deal with the furnace when it becomes temperamental. Eve-
lyn, another of the student midwives, jumped into the jeep
W with Brownie. They left in such a hurry that Evelyn, clad in a
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l warm coat over her white uniform,‘was still wearing her little  
white nurse’s cap on top of her head. {
Alonzo was asleep in bed, but got up at once and came back  
to the hospital. The first-aid measures he used were to let out  
. the iire and to drain off the water through a special out1et—
thousands of gallons—or so it seemed to us!  
The level of the water fell gradually. Thepipes and radia- '
tors on the hospital floor stopped leaking and we stopped mop- _`<’
ping. With a sigh of relief