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CONDUCTED BY MISS ELIZABETH P. UZELMEIER
NURSES ARE CALLED TO
Thirty nurses left the base hospital
on last Friday night for service in a
northern state. Most of them had
been at theh ospital but a short time.
They are to attach themselves to units
for foreign service later.
Those who departed are:
Anna C. Ahlstrand
Laura Myrtle Ailjsworth
Ethel Mary Bernhardt
Ruth Blackstone j
Mary Verecunda Carr
Allie B. Curran ‘
Melanise Georgia Cyr
Ella M. Egerton
Helen Josephine Field
Margaret Agnes Fleming
Minnie Roberta Greene
Elizabeth V. Hartnett
Grace Lenore Hill
Ruth F. Hinton
Margaret F. Johnston
Antionette W. Lippold
Magdalene C. Mikelkowitch
Katherine L. Moak
Sara B. Neinstedt
Lida Marie Plant
Kathaleen Watt Smith
Ruth I. Soper
Grace B. Utley
Nellie Myra Wood.
IS SCENE OF MMONLIT DANCING
There are scenes so Impressive that
their every detail remains fixed on
the memory through all the passing
Such a memory seems bound to
attach itself to the open air dancing
pavillion which is one of the beauty
spots of Camp Greene.
The picture is one of which in
cludes the outspreading branches of
one of North Carolina’s majestic oaks,
fringed with glistering lights of vari-
gated shades and forming a beauti
ful canopy over a circular dancing
floor. A flood of moonlight reveals a
Miss Florence Dizard has reported
for duty as dietitian.
Miss Patricia Guion of Charleston,
W Va., reported for duty as a pupil
with the Army School of Nursing. Dur
ing the next Week thirty five proba
tioners will arrive to form the first
class entering the school for a three
years course of training.
Miss Martha Jehle is spending her
vacation ini Buffalo, N. Y.
Captain James H. Bannister,
gathering ot happy dancers, who are
enjoying to the utmost the rhythmi
cal strains of the orchestra.
Most responsible lor the maintain
ing of the attractive dancii^loor and
for giving the series of dafices which
have gladened the days of the hospital
nurses and officers is Captain James
H. Bannister, of the quarantine camp.
He has been the moving factor in
making each dance possible and is
the recipient of the thanks of the hos
(By Martha J. Jehle.)
Let others sing the martial drum
The tramp of armed feet
The blare and hail of bugle wail
Where death and glory meet.
For me I sing a braver heart.
Let Panoplies immerse,
sing ot her—an angel here,
The gentle Red Cross nurse.
The lions whelp, the leopards breed
The man who carves a throne
Are roaring songs that race the blood
And quiver in the bone.
And they who strike the epic strings
In honor or in curse.
Immortal are, but let me sing
The tender Red Cross nurse.
The soldier flaunts his bravery
Behind a glint of steel.
Or shouting hies thru battle path
' Astride the chariot wheel,
And glory comes with fame to wind
His heart for win or worse.
But only courage bounds the heart
Of her the Red Cross nurse.
Were I the heart of Orpheus,
The strings of David’s lute,
1 would not sing the Rubicon,
Nor scold the barbaric brute.
But high upon a thousand hills
I’d there with God converse.
And sing of Florence Nightingale,
The mother Red Cross nurse.
I sometimes think the brightest stars
That wink through theories door,
Are stars that God in heaven hung.
To light the soldiers o’er.
But brighter stars is she I sing.
Nor scan my crippled verse,
Old Homer’s art might glorify
The angel Red Cross nurse.
—By H. G, Link, Jr.
AT HALF MAST.
The flag at the Soldiers’ Club, which
was lowered to halt mast upon receipt
of the news of the death of Col. L. ^
V. Kennon, has been raised, and so
cial activities at the club resumed, be
ginning with the Saturday night
for enlisted men.