THE CADUCEUS
CONDUCTED BY MISS ELIZABETH P. UZELMEIER
MARRIES OFFICER
MIGHT BE SO.
They were having a class in handg-
ing, spiral reverse of the arm, at
which there were sixteen designated
to serve as patients and seventeen
who were to practise this particular
bandage. Then came the question
from the one who had no subject as
to what she should do in the meantimS
and lo! she received this answer:
“Perhaps if you look, you may find
someone with two arms.”
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RETURN HOME.
The following students nurses with
drew from Army School of Nursing
and returned to their homes Novem
ber 30, 1918:
Miss Patty Kuion, Miss Anna E.
Norton, and Miss Mary Smith.
FRAZZLES
NURSE WEDDED TO CAMP
GREENE LIEUTENANT.
Miss Elizabeth Crutchfield, nurse at
the U. S. Army Base Hospital, Camp
Greene, became the wife of Lieutenant
G. M. Bolton, commanding the first
company of the First Development
Batallion, Camp Greene, on Novem
ber 3rd, and base hospital folks have
just found it out.
Mrs. Bolton left the hospital last
week and her husband is also on
leave. Lieutenant Bolton lives in
New York, where the couple will make
their permanent home.
The former Miss Crutchfield is from
East Durham, N. C. She came to the
Camp Greene hospital on Sept. 13th,
from Camp Sevier, where she had
been on nursing duty for several
months.
HAD PARTY.
The night nurses gave “Judy Anne”
a very pleasant surprise Tuesday
evening on the ocassion of her birth
day. Miss Cuseck, the night super
visor surpassed as a table decorator,
the color scheme used being one of
red and white. Of course there were
place cards, plenty of goodies to eat,
etc., and a lovely birthday cake with
sixteen candles which Miss Briggs
had made. Miss Kleefe presented
Miss Mannix with a very nice photo
album on behalf of the night nurses
containing a fine collection of Camp
Greene snap-shots. All in all it was
a most delightful party and the guests
of the occasion hope that Miss Mannix
will have many of them.
ON HIS ROUNDS.
TWENTY REPORT.
Reported for duty as Student
Nurses with Army School of Nursing,
the Misses Catherine J. Mason, from
Danville, Pa.; Eileen Stewart, from
Elgin, 111.; Ruth Grimes from Derby,
Iowa; Prances Henderson, from Ran
dall, Iowa; Gwen Andrew from Jeffer
son, Iowa; Katherin Rowell, from De
troit, Mich.; Sarah A. Hall, from De
troit, Mich.; Ruby Hickok from White-
water, Wis.; Susan Arnette, from Fair
mont, W. Va.; Loretta Venderslice
from Bloomsburg, Pa.; Martha J. Pit-
tenger from Tiffin, Ohio; Kathleen
Guilfoyle from South Bend, Ind.; Mary
Kester, from Plainwell, Mich.; Olga
Hovre, from Colfax, Wis.; Tressie J.
Seybold, from Cleveland, Ohio; Viola
Busey, from Waterloo, Iowa; Evelyn
A. Merrill, from Hamilton, Ohio; Avis
Dewell, from Millington, Mich.; Anna
Hess, from Philadelphia, Pa.; Georgia
Scott, from Darlington, Md. '
WHEN SOMEONE CARES.
Everybody knows “Frazzles.”
He was 'Spared an untimely end in
the camp pound two months ago
when Miss Susan G. Parish, chief
nurse at the base hospital, allowed
her desire for a french poodle to be
known and he has made himself a
“character” about the hospital by
making the daily rounds of the wards
with Miss Parish, as she performs her
regular work.
Frazzles is white as drifted snow
nine o’clock in the evening, when Miss
Parish has finished his daily bath but
he bears the appearance of a neglect
ed snow bank in Pittsburg about four
o’clock in the afternoon and after
scurrying about the hospital grounds
during the day.
The Rev. E. R. Welch who has been
actively engaged in Y. M. C. A. work
for the past five months at Camp
Greene, has been appointed pastor of
the Methodist church at Wadesboro,
N. C. This appointment was received
at the recent Methodist Conference
held in this city.
Mr. Welch was stationed at the
Base Hospital Y for three months and
from there was transferred to Y 104.
His many friends regret his departure
to his new field of work and wish him
great success.
When you meet some disappointment,
And yer feelin’ kind of blue;
When yer plans have all got side
tracked.
Or some friend has proved untrue;
When yer toiling, praying, struggling.
At the bottom, up the stairs
It’s like a panacea—
Just to know that someone cares.
It will send a thrill of rapture
Through ' the framework of the
heart;
It will stir the inner bein’
Tilt the tear drops want to start;
For this life is worth the livin’.
When someone your sorrow • shares.
Life is truly worth the iivin’
When you know that someone cares.
Oh, this world is not all sunshine— ''
Many days dark clouds disclose;
There’s a cross for every joy-bell,
And a thorn for every rose;
But the cross is not so grievous.
Nor the thorn the rosebud wears.
And the clouds have silver linings—
When someone really cares.
Sgt. A. G. Peterson.
Explained.
Civfilian—“How did you get that
wound stripe?”
.Private—“Me heart broke when we
didn’t march to Berlin.”—New York
Sun.
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