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CONDUCTED BY MISS ELIZABETH P. UZELMEIER
Fifteen nurses have arrived at the
U. S, Army Base Hospital, Camp
Greene during the past week. Most of
the new recruits to the present nurs
ing corps are from the middle West,
although Canada and Florida have
The nurses and their present assign
ments are; Misses Kathryn Osmond,
Hartford, Conn., housekeeper; Sarah
Stevenscin, Newark, N. J., C-5; Ce
celia Garcia, Brooklyn, N. Y., obstetri
cal ward; Dora McCoy, Plattsburg, N.
Y., Isolation No. 4; Lela J. Loggie,
Chatham, N. B., Canada, A-2; Nellie
M. Wood, Meriden, Conn., B-G; Ruth
Blackstone, Joliet, 111., B-3; Antoinette
Lippold, Chicago, 111., C-6; Mary Walk-
up, Jacksonville, Fla., C-3; Grace Hill,
Wagoner, Oklahoma, C-8;. Cecilia
O’Connor, West Haverstraw, N. Y.,
B-7; Magdalene Mikelewitch, Sey
mour, Conn., C-2; Grace Harvey, La
fayette, Indiana, C-4; Goldie Shively,
Paola, Indiana, D-8; Helen Welch, St.
Charles, Illinois, Isolation No. 4.
KEEPS THE OFFICE
Despite the, unusual and intense
heat with which we have been suffer
ing foFthe past week there is one per
son at the hospital who seems to re
main cool always, and she is Mrs.
Fred Anderson, stenographer at the
Mrs. Anderson hails from Sunny
California, Suisun, to be more expli
cit, and perhaps that is why a tem
perature of 120 or so does not dis
turb her. Although ehe is a native of
Suisun, Mrs. Anderson has made her
home for a number of winters with
A MOTHER’S POWER.
The prayers of a mother are, to this
wonderful woman, a part of her life.
It is while mother is on her knees'
that she gathers the sweetest flow
ers of paradise.
In the presence of this terrible
tragedy the very gates of heaven are
being battered by nrayers of mothers,
and I am sure that the audience cham
bers of God hear this chorus cry.
Somebody asked me the other week
to give my definition of a prayer a
mother’s prayer; and this was my an
swer: , ,
“A mother’s prayer is an honest
wish turned heavenward.”
What a world of honest wishes are
on their way!
Without a mother’s^ prayer, I fear
the results would be different.
FrOm the tender days of long ago,
when you were taught, “Now I lay me
down to sleep,” to the hour when the
wounded soldier cries with pain (and
this is an involuntary appeal to that
invisible Power), almost every man
in some emergency, glances towards
God. And this is prayer.
Few men lack faith in prayer. All
men know that mother is right, but
somehow they neglect to pray.
BY CORPORAL MARCEL A.
MRS. FRED ANDERSON.
her husband at Pasadena, amid the
fragrant orange blossoms, of which
city she was a resident at the out
break of the war and her husband
answered the call to the colors, "Hub-
Patrick J. Gaynor of the Eighth
Company, Motor Mechanics, has sub
mitted the foilowing poem, which was
writter by his friend, Harry St. Louis,
of the Motor Macs. He explains that
the gem of verse has already appear
ed in “Stars and Stripes,” the ofdcial
paper of the American expeditionary
Each life must have its crosses,
And a soldier gets his share.
Prom a trip across the ocean
To the envied Croix de Guerre.
There are crosses by the censor.
Far too many, so it seems;
There are crosses in the letters
Prom the girlies of his dreams.
There's a cross that’s worn by heroes
Who have faced a storm of lead;
There’s a cross when he is wounded,
There’s, a cross when he is dead.
There’s an iron cross awarded
P’or murder and for rape;
It’s the emblem of the devil.
It’s a cross of sin and hate.
There’s the little cro#s of Mercy
That a very few may own;
For the soldier it is second
To the cross of God alone.
It's a cross that’s worn by women—
When we see it we believe
'vVe can recognize an angel.
By the Red Cross on her sleeve.
by” enlisted in .the signal corps and
when he was ordered southward, Mrs.
Anderson faithfully followed, securing
a position as clerk at the court mar
tial court of the third division in
January where she remained until
the removal of the third division for
duty overseas the latter part of
Sgt. Anderson going oveerseas with
his organization, Mrs. Andeerson was
left practically alone in the Sunny
South but she made up her mind to
stay in this pleasant section of the
country until the war was over and
“Freddie” returns. Accordingly Mrs.
Anderson, secured a position as ste
nographer to our detachment of the
Army Nurse Corps, and by meane of
her happy smile and pleasant man
ners she has won her way into tire
hearts of all who know her,