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BETTY LESTER ON PATSY
For the story of her return to Kentucky see page 3
THE QUARTERLY BULLETTN or T1-1E ERONT1ER NURSING sERv1cE, ine. {
Published Quarterly by the Frontier Nursing Service, Lexington, Ky. , IQ
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VOLUME 21 SPRING, 1946 NUMBER 4  
"Entered as second class matter June 30, 1926, at the Post Offlue at Lexington, Ky., .
under Act of March 3, 1S79."
Copyright 1946 Frontier Nursing Service, Inc.

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, A Box Supper on Bull Creek Ruth Boswell 7
A Memorable Night Ride Amy Pastor; 40
A New Research Project Ella Woodyard 48
A Night in the Hyden Hospital Sally Amze Taylor 16
Beyond the Mountains 51
Field Notes 60
In Memoriam 17
Old Courier News 43
Old Staff News 23
Reminiscences of Rex Harriet Luce 29
Return Betty Lester 3
Urgent Needs (Illustrated) ° 38-39
Water Florence Samson 33
When the Roses Bloom (A Poem) Louise Relclzardt 2
(Illustrated by Rose Evans)
» Woe Is Me (Illus. by Bertha Bloomer) Ma,7·lly01,Hel1·b 11
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· BRIEF BITS
A Sailor Rewrites the Marriage
Ceremony 37
Acknowledgments 15
Announcements 22
Flowers (Verse) Florerzce Samson 10
Forest Lore 22
From a Guest 28
Garden Lore Peoples Frieml 22
V Heather (A Drawing) A/nn Pratt 6
Just Jokes—Helpful 71
Just Jokes——Husband — 35
_ Just Jokes—Magic 71
E Mountain Land 35
l l On the Way to Bull Creek (Cartoons) Jane Samlers 36
l   R.G.E. (A Poem) Riclzard Eb07'll(I'}‘I 42
"You don’t need to be in such a rush" CO’ll’}`l€7`·J(I7(7`77(ll 50
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5 s RETURN
Cj   : BETTY LESTER, R.N., s.c.M.
lg   One of the most exciting moments of my life came when I
j ¥ received word on January 3rd of this year telling me to be
> 1 ready to sail from England to America on January 9th. I had
  heard in December that arrangements were being made, and I
A knew Mrs. Breckinridge was working to get me back (just how
% rv hard she worked I did not realize until I met her in New York)
5   . but I did not expect to come quite so soon.
  The voyage across the Atlantic was awful. The ship was
 i q small; there were six people to a cabin; we ran into a hurricane, °
.  and I was Hat on my back for a week. We arrived at St. J ohn’s,
  New Brunswick, on Sunday, January 20th, to a temperature of
>   6 degrees below zero. I went on to Montreal by the night train.
A In the station restaurant at Montreal the next morning I had a
it breakfast consisting of orange juice, 2 eggs, bacon, toast, mar-
$6   malade and coffee. I choked when I saw it, as such a breakfast
§   had been unknown to me for a long time, and I wished my people
  in England could have been with me.
  I sent a wire to Miss Florence Johnson of the American
  Red Cross in New York, telling her when I would arrive. Then
  · my troubles were over, because, she always meets Frontier
, ~   Nurses and we are very grateful to her. At Grand Central Sta-
5 -; j i tion was a Red Cross Officer who put me in a taxi and sent me
·$g  2 to a hostel without any effort on my part. The next morning,
    at Red Cross Headquarters, I was told Mrs. Breckinridge was
ir   at the Cosmopolitan Club and over our meeting, I don’t need
f. to enlarge. _
1%   h The rest of the week I spent in New York. Lucille Knechtly
s2 took me shopping, and it was wonderful not to have to count
  clothing coupons. One night we spent with Mrs. Stone and
  Pebble on Long Island, where I slept for thirteen and one half
 , , hours without moving.
  Vanda Summers and I then went on to Washington to meet
 E Marion Shouse Lewis and Betty Groner, to travel with them to
  Kentucky by car. It was a wonderful trip.
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Janie the jeep, with Fanny Mcllvain at the wheel, met us at  
the mouth of Muncie’s Creek. We piled in, crossed the Middle te 
_ Fork, and came up through the mud and darkness to Wendover.  
There we were greeted by Buckett, Agnes Lewis, Lucile Hodges,  
Miss Woodyard, and lots of new people and dogs. Then we had *.
dinner and I went to bed—tired out but so glad to be back. It  
was almost unbelievable to wake up the next morning in a room  
on the Lower Shelf at Wendover. I went alone into the Victory  
Shrine Chapel to offer my humble thanks for a safe return. 1
Wendover looked beautiful to me even in winter and with all 1
the mud, but I had to leave. Poor Buckett needed relief for the  
Midwifery School. We are very short staffed, like everywhere Y
else, so off to Hyden I went. There at the Hospital were Brownie, 2
Gonnie and Eva, whom I knew, and several new nurses for me  
to meet. Mattie and Glen Ratliff, cook and maintenance man, b
who had been in the army, were back too. We had a marvelous j i
reunion.
Hyden Town has not changed much, but at the Hospital  
what a lot to see! The doctor’s clinic and out-patient depart-  .
ment; the X—ray department; the Midwives Quarters; Joy House I, _
made so comfortable for the Medical Director, where I met Dr. L; 
Waters with Mrs. Waters and the children. So much that was  
new to see, and all the time in which to see it! ;i_
My first horseback trip was to Bull Creek, the district where  
I was broken in when I came to the Frontier Nursing Service  ij
18 years ago, and therefore my best loved. I met so many of  
my old friends that it is difficult to write about this reunion. 1 
To have people greet me, shake my hand, put their arms around S
me and look at me with tears in their eyes while they say  
simply: "I sure am proud to see you back," makes everything  
worth while. I stayed to lunch with Edith and Charlie Woods  
who helped me so much in those early days, when I did not know Q 
the trails and when I had to learn to know new people. Q 
In Hyden on first day of Circuit Court nothing much had .
changed except that there were more cars parked on both sides ,  ‘
of the street and fewer horses and mules. People had come in ..__l
from every creek and hollow, and the same friendly greetings  
met me on every hand.  
When Clara-Louise Schiefer left in March I took over the  
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{ Social Service Department, which meant visits to the Centers.
—  First I went to Red Bird Nursing Center where I had spent two
{ happy years on the district. Minnie Geyer is there now and she
P V told me all the news. People have come and gone, and boys
if whom I knew in school are seasoned travellers now, back from
 2 all theatres of war, and all parts of the globe.
  I rode down river to Confluence to visit Cherry Evans, who
i hopes to go to England this year and therefore wanted to know
1 about it. Peter, her dog, was as glad as ever to see me and
., Lugs, the little stray that just parked on the doorstep begging
  to stay, came and greeted me.
i I made a trip to Beech Fork over the new Hyden-Harlan
road, which had just been started when I left in 1940. I could
  not recognize all the old landmarks (they get lost when new
{ _ highways go through) but it is a lovely ride. The center is as
, it was except for a flight of rock steps leading to it from the
p road, where someone had planted blue irises.
  Flat Creek, where I spent so many happy days with Peggy
 l` Tinline, has not changed. We took a little boy back from the
i · Hospital, where he had been taken in a diabetic coma, and he
lf  - was happy. We brought back Red, to be Supervisor in the
l Midwifery School; none of us Frontier Nurses are very happy
  leaving a district.
  Inty at Bowlington had Social Service problems to discuss,
  but transportation was diilicult. In the old days one got on a ‘
‘  horse, rode down river, stayed the night at Confluence and then
° went on over Shoal mountain the next morning. Now in these
pi part-jeep, part—horseback days, travel is sometimes complicated.
  So I went by jeep to Hyden, by bus to Hazard, by train to
  4 Chavies, where Inty met me in her car. We had not met for
j  years and talked so much that Inty got quite hoarse. I bor-
 *_ rowed a horse from Mr. Will Gay, and the next morning Inty
` and I rode up Turkey Branch, ate lunch on the mountain top,
 u and came back down Leatherwood Creek along well—remembered
L:  trails, visiting families on our way. All of them were needy,
  but they all had good gardens, the seeds for which had been
l provided by Social Service. The next morning at 4:30 a. m.
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who has not ridden through the mountains at dawn can realize  
the beauty of them. ~ 
I have not been to Brutus yet, but I know it will be the ‘
same there. Most of the people I knew will be at home, but {xi
children will have grown up, and new babies will have been born. — _
The boys I knew as children will have become soldiers and sail-  
ors all over the world.  ·
In 6 years there have been changes. New roads have been —
constructed, new buildings put up, people have come and gone,  -
but our work goes on. The hills, the creeks and the rivers are _g 
still here, and I am glad to be back. {
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  — A BOX SUPPER ON BULL CREEK A
¢~ RUTH BOSWELL (‘*BozzY), R. N. A
  Student at the Frontier Graduate School of Midwifery
  It was Betty Lester who came back from Bull Creek Clinic
on a Wednesday with the invitation for us to attend a box sup-
- per in the Thousand Sticks School that next Saturday night.
5 I listened, thought a lot about it, and iinally got up enough cour-
T age to ask Betty if she’d take me with her.
I had heard enough about box suppers to know that each
girl brought a fancy-wrapped box of food to attract the high bid
I of her chosen boy friend of the neighborhood and that, after it
was purchased, it was her romantic privilege to eat with him
` from the box so carefully prepared by her. I did not expect to I
take an active part in this phase of the box supper, so I was
quite surprised when Betty told me I’d have to fix a box to take.
» To make the story short at this point, I will say that I rose to
’ the occasion and, with our maid’s help, to say nothing of advice
` . from my fellow classmates, prepared a sizable box, taking with
` me some fancy wrapping and red Scotch tape left over from
,1 Christmas to wrap it in. One of my enclosures was a can of
Z beans! My classmates worried about how I would get it open,
Q· but we finally decided that surely someone would have a knife
, that would serve. I suppose that being a nurse, I couldn’t quite
  . see two people eating the beans out of the can with the same
, knife so I put in two teaspoons and two of J anice’s (our maid’s
» little girl) play plates. _
, We started out about 2:30 p. m. that Saturday afternoon.
g It was chilly, but even so it was pleasant to be riding along with
3 Betty. We talked about the work, about the things that had
  happened to Betty in England, and sometimes we didn’t talk O
`  at all, just enjoyed the riding in silence. It seems as though
f  it is almost a profanation of the hills, the rocks, the trails and
{ ‘ the trees, their dignity and beauty, to speak of them. It seems
V. far better many times just to look and think and keep quiet.
. About four o’clock we arrived at Edith Wood’s house where
{ we were to have supper and "take the night." Charlie came out
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to put our horses up; we had Camp and Patsy, that old familiar _ l
, pair. We went on up to the house where some of the most i
delightful smells greeted us, of frying chicken and baking bread. U
Somehow I just gravitated to the kitchen to help Edith while ' ‘
Betty and Charlie, who had come in by then, sat down in the ·i
dining room and spun yarns. , - ;
We sat down to a supper that is beyond description. We I
had fried chicken——all we could eat and more——potatoes, mashed,  
so many vegetables that I cannot remember them now, real ;
butter and cream, salad of crisp lettuce, strawberries Edith had  
canned from her own garden, and lemon pie that would really  
melt in your mouth. It was fun to be with Betty who exclaimed  
so honestly and sincerely over the abundance of butter and ‘
milk and eggs. It made us pretty seriously glad and grateful  
over what we had, believe me, when we thought of all Betty 2
had seen and been through for six years.  
While Betty and Charlie swapped some more stories, Edith  
and I fixed our boxes. Edith helped me wrap mine. (I almost  
felt young myself, and wondered which "boy" would buy mine!)  .
Charlie had collected a lamp or two and gone over earlier to the "
school to get the fires going. Finally, we all trooped over—  
we had gathered a few neighbors by that time. I negotiated  5
the foot log over the creek like a regular mountaineer, carrying _
my very fancy box too! A  ‘
We arrived at the school house to find a number of young  ‘
girls and younger children gathered, along with a goodly selec- "
tion of boxes. Betty had many people to say "hello" to and I too l
saw several folks I knew, among them Miss Lagerveldt. The  
benches were all pushed back against the wall at the rear and
sides, with the seats pushed to the front to provide a large space _  
in the middle. During the evening, though, the benches along Q
the sides were not enough and the ones stacked at the back ’
had to be put up. About 7 p. m. the room was crowded and  _
Perle Osborne_ decided it was time to start. At the first sign Q
of starting there was a sound like thunder at the door at the  
rear and in came the young men of the neighborhood. They had  
been too bashful up to now to come in, and had been standing  
around outside. 3
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i there, but it is a scene I shall never forget. If I can get over
v to you some of the friendliness and good humor of the gather-
J ing, that will be a lot and I shall be satisfied. Mr. Osborne
* I opened the meeting with an explanation that the proceeds from
·i the sale of the boxes would go to the Red Cross, and then, much
. . to Betty Lester’s surprise, he introduced her and Betty had to
  make a speech. In spite of the fact that Charlie Woods had
4 been kidding her all evening about making a speech, she hadn’t
l expected to. But Betty rose to the occasion and gave a very
  good, though short, extemporaneous talk about the Red Cross
i and what they had done in England. Then she told the people
  how glad she was to be back. Needless to say she got a good
* hand.
  Then, to my shock, it was up to me to say something. And
_ all I could think of to say was how glad I was to be there and
  how much I’d enjoyed my visit so far, even to helping Edith
§ Woods get supper by whipping up the potatoes! .
  And now came the high light of the evening: the auction-
 , ing off of the boxes. And such boxes you have never seen!
" Artificial heart boxes (it was near Valentine’s Day), red and
  white boxes, and pastel shades of crepe paper on others. Charlie
 e- Woods was auctioneer and he was so good that I could hardly
_ resist bidding myself. It was great fun to hear the titterings
 ‘ and the bidding on some of the boxes. I took special note of the
 — lad who bought mine and he seemed very personable.
· It was agreed that we would eat after the program which
  followed immediately. The program consisted of a concert of
1 guitar playing by Nancy Collins and Robert Sandlin. It was
good and would have done many a radio program proud. Then
  there followed a talk by Raleigh Couch which was really out-
; standing (I would like to know in later years just what this boy
l accomplishes) and this was followed by some more music.
 __ Now it was time for the boys to claim their boxes and their
.;' supper partners! The boxes were distributed and I finally found
  myself faced by my supper partner. We opened the box and
  I believe he was pleased at what was in it. I took one of the big
  red apples that I had mooched from Miss Gonzalez from the hos-
gi pital supplies that afternoon, and the lad took up one of the
§ sandwiches. I searched my mind for some topics that I thought
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_he’d like to talk about. I hit on one or two. Then someone ip
» called to me from across the room and I excused myself to go ` 
over to see what- was wanted. When I returned, boy and food `  ,
had gone! The lad had taken it and disappeared, but I was \· ’
glad he liked it even if he was a little shy.  1
I spent the rest of the evening talking with some of the folks jx
I knew, among them Peggy Woods, who had a good laugh at
my expense. Peggy is an expert horsewoman and I asked her
advice about Patsy. During the afternoon I had given Patsy _
three apples, one to catch her, one when I gave Camp one, and i
one when she arrived at Edith’s place with me safe and sound.
I worried about her for fear she would get colic. I mentioned p
this to Peggy, who thought it amusing and assured me she y
thoughtnthe horse would be quite all right. Patsy didn’t get
colic, and ever since then she has put her nose in my pockets p
looking for apples! ` I »
We said our good-byes and went back to Edith’s house t
about nine-thirty and to bed. Both Betty and I slept the sleep 1
of the just that night. We were up at seven the next morning'  
and, after a breakfast that put the supper the night before in V
the pale, started off on our trusty steeds for the Hospital at
Hyden. l .
It had been a grand visit and one I will never forget. It ·
is one of the experiences that makes it very hard to leave the
mountains, but it is nice to know that once at least I was a
part of the mountain life and one of the people. `.
FLowEEs f
by  
FLORENCE SAMSON, R.N.  ·
There once was a nurse who worked hours  
' Arranging a few wilted 1'iowers, ` A
But the visitor said,  
As she sat on the bed,  
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  WOE IS ME!
.  ~ by
\ ,‘ MARILYN HERB, Cadet Nurse
A Henry Ford Hospital, Detroit, Mich.
  Illustrated by _
j! » BERTHA BLOOMER, R.N. c.M.
I Saturday night and the prospects of a quiet week end at
Wendover—steaming hot water was gurgling into the bathtub
Z on the Lower Shelf and I was all prepared to take a refreshing
bath before supper. As I was about to step into the tub I heard
someone calling me. Yes, it was true! There was a delivery
_ call at Gladys’ house across the river from Wendover. This was
my first delivery call since I had come to the Frontier Nursing
Service as a senior Cadet two weeks before. Though I was eager
1 to be on my way I was reluctant to waste a tubful of hot water .
(a rare commodity on the Lower Shelf). Within a few minutes
. Bertha, the nurse-midwife in charge of the Wendover District,
.~  and I were on our horses and starting down the road. We passed
  John, Pat, and Terry, Gladys’ three oldest children, who had
p come for us. They were hurrying home with the layette for the
’ _ baby. V
_ Since the flood water had left great quantities of sand in
` the ford in front of Gladys’ house, we had to ford the river at
the Mouth of Muncie’s Creek and then go back up the river on
· the other side. The path was more sandy than usual and the
. horses hesitated to go over it. Time was short, so we dis-
“ mounted and led the horses. When we were half way to the
house somethting compelled me to look behind to see how the
saddle bags were riding. Horrors! The bags were gone! Bertha
  went on to the patient’s house while I hitched Cameron to the
p nearest tree and stumbled back along the path searching for the
 _ saddle bags. My legs could hardly carry me fast enough. What
_ a state of mental anguish! How I wished that I might trip over
i the bags—anything at all to find them in a hurry and reach the
` house before the baby made its grand entrance. Ah! A familiar
  brown heap on the path in front of me—the saddle bags! I put
  them over my shoulder and literally raced back to Cameron.
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there he was patiently waiting where I had left him. He hadn’t  
slipped his bridle as he customarily does. On we went. I was  
leading Cameron faster than he usually walks under his own V 
power. ( 
Bertha met me at the door. Gracious, had the baby already €· 
come? That is exactly what she tried to make me believe and {
I felt a little disheartened until I saw a smile breaking through.  
As we started preparing for the delivery, Gladys’ children ’
were hustled off to bed in another room. There was no kerosene  
for the lamp so we fumbled around in comparative darkness to  
save our two flashlights for the main event. The corner {ire-  
place, which heated the room, supplied an occasional ilicker of g
light when we stoked it with coal. Two hours passed and at last  
we "caught" a fine baby girl. We bathed the baby in warm oil, i
measured and weighed her. Bertha and I both wagered a guess  
at the weight. I was quite proud of myself. I guessed the exact {
weight—beginner’s luck. X
After mother and baby had been tucked in for the night g
we woke up Pat, the eight year old, to have her sleep in her '
mother’s room in case Gladys needed anything during the night. ;
We tried not to disturb the other children, but our efforts were '
in vain. Terry was wide awake. He said, "I know what you
brought. You brought a babyiin your saddle pockets. I seen »‘
hit’s diaper in that bag we carried." ‘ ‘
With all of our "tricks" back in the saddle bags we pre-
pared to leave. It was raining, much to our dismay, for we had .
not brought our rain coats. The evening had been clear and .
cold when we left Wendover a few hours before. Soon we were i
home again and enjoying a delicious postponed supper in front `
of the huge kitchen stove.
- Gladys and her baby had an uneventful postpartum period. ’
The same was not true of the nurses who cared for them. On .
one of our daily visits, Bertha and I decided to take the Wend-  _
over boat and go down the river to Gladys’ house. The idea was as
great. It saved a good deal of walking. The current carried us  
down very easily and we tied the boat to an overhanging tree `, 
near the house. We had to walk on some heavy limbs of the  
tree to reach the shore, but that was no trick at all. We made  
the visit and left mother and baby in tip-top condition. I was  
 
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i river and walked along the bank. The sand was frozen except
  in one place where a rivulet meandered across. This ground
  I looked innocent enough until we stepped on it. Then we started
2; to sink. There was no mistake about it. We had stepped into
:  quicksand. Down and down we went. There was iirm sand
E behind me so I fell back on that to distribute my weight. I had
`A little diificulty getting my feet out of the sand; however, I was
it almost certain they were going to pull off at my ankles. There A
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Q in the sand nearly to her knees, I could give her no assistance. »
‘ After some careful maneuvering Bertha got out of the sand too
h and we continued on to make our nursing visit. Gladys’ children
_ were eagerly awaiting our arrival. They delighted in seeing
‘ I their new baby sister squirm and splash in her bath.
· After two such unhappy experiences, we decided to give up
I boating. Although the walk was long, and the saddle bagswere V
. heavy, we made our subsequent visits on foot, the bags slung
over our shoulders. By walking down on our side of the river
» to the swinging bridge, crossing it to Gladys’ side, and then
trudging back up a river path on her side, we reached her house
slowly but safely.
p ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
] The text of "When the Roses Bloom" by Louise Reichardt
T with the musical setting edited by Carl Deis, may be obtained
from the publisher, G. Schirmer, Inc., 3 East 43rd Street, New
York 17, New York, through whose courtesy we are reprinting
J the first verse of the poem; _
'_ The border of roses for this poem was drawn by Rose Evans .
ll (Cherry) of the Frontier Nursing Service. A
g. The picture of clover blossoms on the cover page of this
  Bulletin has been taken from a card that is nearly sixty years
  old.
The photograph of Betty Lester on the inside front cover
was taken by Dorothy F. Buck.
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SALLY ANNE TYLER, Cadet Nurse E,
St. J oseph’s Hospital, Lexington, Ky. U.
Ten-thirty and I had just settled for a long night’s sleep  
I when I suddenly was awakened by Topsy, our surgical nurse, E
saying, "Get up, Tim, we are doing an appendectomy at eleven-
fifteen." There seemed to be quite a bit of commotion outside
my room which sounded as if all the nurses in the house were  
up. I leaped from the bed, dressed, and was in the operating ?
room in less than five minutes. J
By this time, Ethel Gonzalez, Superintendent, had arrived  
to give the anesthesia so the only wait was for the doctor. In 3
the meantime, I thought I had better inquire as to what part I  
would take in the operation. Topsy had told me several days 1
before that she was the instrument nurse. So I said to Topsy,. I
"Do I get to scrub for this?" She replied, "You don’t only ,
scrub, you’re assisting the doctor tonight." "But, I’ve never `
assisted a doctor in surgery before in my life." She assured  
me that I could do it, so I felt more at ease. it
After a short time, Dr. Waters arrived and the operation i
began. I was rather awkward at first, for trying to assist the  t.
doctor and taking in everything else, is no easy job. At last the i
appendix was out, which was done under drop ether, and Dr. y
Waters was so nice in explaining everythingito me as he went 3
along. E
After cleaning the operating room everyone was ready for .
bed by three-thirty. But, just as Dr. Waters was leaving the  `
Hospital, a placenta praevia came in. "A Caesarean Section ,
will have to be done right away," came a voice from downstairs. K
At five o’clock a. m. I was again in the operating room §
assisting with the section. At last we got our six and one-half  _
pound boy, who was in good condition on arrival.  
Both operations were successful and very interesting but, YF
as we all sat down for breakfast at eight o’clock, we were ready  
for our bacon and eggs. `I
This is how I spent one of my nights in the Hospital, and  
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>   .t. S0 the tooéx his weapons, and went before them; and the
n erpre er sai , God-speed . . .
  Said Great-Heart, I will return to my Lord to-night.
_ ' —Pilgrim’s Progress
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I children, the crippled, the despondent, the weak, on a lifelong
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