WHO CAN TELL.
Who knows but what we have in our
midst a man who will some day startle
the financial world? We are of the
linn belief that at least Charlotte big
men will sit up and take notice when
our genial cook Sol and his near mess
sergeant friend get loose from the
clutches of Uncle Sam and begin
operations in the Queen City of the
south.
The boys deserve all th.e credit in
the world for their noble attempt to
increase our chow fund, and the
smooth way in which the matter was
disposed of without incurring a cent
of expense to the fund seems to be a
suflicient reason why Sol, who man
aged the deal, should be given every
opportunity to exercise his ability as a
financial expert even though he is, far
from old New Haven, where he
“knows it can be done.”
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ISOLATION NO. 3.
In the regular shake-up of nurses
Isolation 3 lost two efficient women.
Miss Feet, who has been in this ward
for the past six months, is transfer
red to C 7 and Miss Rourber has
gone to Isolation No. 1 for night duty.
Private Johnson is spending all his
time studying zoology. He expects to
start an animal farm after the war.
Private Judd, ward orderly, is
“agin” horseback riding. He loaned
out his leather puttdes and in some
way they have been transferred to the
land of “nobody knows where.”
Inmates of the ward wish to thank
Miss Caroline Nathan of Charlotte for
the excellent basket of peaches she
delivered here this week.
Wardmaster Greenbaum has been
leading a serious discussion on the
subject of food saving. His corpulency
refutes a part of his argument.
Private Brush has asked several
New York girls for a lock of their
hair. He is now afraid that he may
get a whole bale.
A gay bacillus to gain her glory.
Once gave a ball in a laboratory.
Where vulgar germs could not harass
None but the cultured were invited.
For Microbe chicks are well united,
They closely shut the ball-room doors.
To all the germs containing spores.
The staphylococci first arrived.
To stand in groups they all contrived,
A trifle late and two by two,
The streptococci took great pains
The fete began, the mirth ran high.
With not a fear of danger nigh.
Each germ enjoyed himself that night.
Without a fear of a phagocyte,
’Twas getting late and some were
wnen oang; the formaldehyde ex
ploded.
And drenched that happy dancing
That swarmed the fated cover-glass.
Not one survived but perished all.
At that bacteriological ball.
-T. J. Quinn.
INDEED I WONDER.
OR accounted for.
Cartoonist Kelley recently added to
The Caduceus staff, thought that a
part of the “boys” might understand
the plight of the warrior above who
is taking a tangible and mental in
voice on the second day after the pay
call echo has died away.
The Medical Stipply team has one
scrappy catcher in Noble. He formerly
caught semi-pro bali in Jersey City,
and was given a try-out with several
International League teams, but felt
the call of his duty to the colors
stronger.
Wonder who is going with hospital
No. 54.
Wonder when Isolation No. 1 is going
to close?
Wonder when more troops will come
to camp?
Wonder which nurse will be next to
buy a riding habit?
Wlonder when fifty-four is going out?
Wonder why Top Sergeant Dempsey
smiles these days?
Wonder whose kissing her now?
Now Manager Brill is happy he says.
One more victory for his team and
then the Aviators. But the difference
between that game is the Ba.se Hospi
tal team. Come to it Dave, come to it.
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