Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania - Record Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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ried out successfully and men and women return to their pro- fessions and trades cured. Katherine originated the idea of treating these fiends on an island where it was impossible for them to escape and has labored long and patiently before seeing the fruits of her efforts realized. . A few of 'my classmates I found in Paris. This city has changed but little and is still the scene of much gaiety. On the Avenue Bois du Boulogne there is a large beauty parlor This is owned by Katherine Conard. Beauty is not obtained by paint and powder but by healthful living, outdoor exercise, etc. These subjects are taught by Katherine, who is a living example herself, and the Frenchmen of today look for beauty of this type rather than the old-fashioned 'cput on complexion. T At Neuilly-sur Seine stands the American Hospital. Louise Warner is Directress of Nurses, and the pupils all love their pretty little Directress, who is their friend as 'well as their teacher. I received the surprise of my life when I visited. an ancient convent on the Rue Pierre Charron, and found Bess Green- fieldwas Mother Superior. Bess has completely changed since our training' days. She is quiet and subdued, and her face has an angelic expression. The garb of Mother Superior is exceedingly becoming to her. Crossing the English Channel I 'next visited the Royal Infirmary at Edinburgh. As I walked along the main cor- ridor towards the Matron's Office, where I knew I could Hnd Elizabeth Dick, I 'met a Highland nurse coming from there. By her downcast expression I judged that the interview with the Matron had not been very pleasant, and as I reached the door I heard Elizabeth murmur to herself as she slowly shook her head, Ay, I aye ken'd they were gie queer folk that cam' frae the Hielandsf' Turning my aeroplane north I stopped at Amulree, where I hoped to see Annie lVIurdoch. It is evening of a beautiful 90 4 i

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1 wife live a quiet and secluded existence in an old chateau near Nijni Novgorod. In Lausanne I met Mary Stambaugh. She has given up nursing and gone back to her old profession, music. People from far and near are taught by her, and her concerts which she gives monithly for the benefit of the poor are enjoyed by thousands. In spite of her success, Stam is as modest and reserved as she was in training. Nan Thompson is spending her honeymoon at Chateau D'0eX in Switzerland. Nan has always had a great desire to see Europe and vowed she would not marry until she found some wealthyman who would take her around some. At Chamonix on the side of Mount Blanc I met Julia Jones. People do not climb the mountain now-a-days as Julia has an aeroplane in which she takes them to and from the summit for the grand sum of fifteen francs. It is her great delight to point out the different battlefields of Europe to the tourists and to give her opinion of the war. Julia was always very decided in her opinions. In place of the Kaiser's palace in Berlin there is a small residence, built after the American style of l900, and here lives Mathilde Dorner. She is the first President of the German Republic, and rules her people well. She is a great favorite with them, and is a very intimate friend of the Presi- dent of the U. S. A., whom she has known for years. Cecile Keivits returned to her native land after the war was over. She is married, but takes an interest in the Belgian hospitals and schools. Her husband is the most famous neu- rologist of the day, and Cecile, who has everything she could possibly wish for, is extremely happy. In Heligoland I saw Katherine Schragen. The island is no loniger a German fortress, but on it there is a large institution for drug fiends. People afflicted with this awful disease come from all parts of the world. The Lambert treatment is car- so

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day in August, the heather is in bloom, and the hills look majestic as the setting sun tinges their peaks with gold. The scene is very peaceful. There is nothing to disturb the quiet- ness of this lonely spot. As I look towards the south I spy an aeroplane high above the Sma' Glen hills. It is so high in the sky it appears just like a tiny speck. I stand fascinated as I watch this speck grow larger and larger. Finally it alights near my own machine, and I recognize Ann. She is delighted to see me, and to be home again. Curious to know what she has been doing since she graduated I asked her, and was amazed to hear that she has been up in Mars for twenty-two years nursing the exiled Kaiser. In Ireland, besides the Lakes of Killarney, and within walk- ing distance of the Blarney stone, is an old castle. Louise West lives here with her husband, who had been a schoolmate of hers. He emigrated to America when quite a young man, made a fortune, then returned to his native Isle and married the love of his youth. My classmates all seem happy and well blessed with this world's goods, so having finished my trip I will bid Mother Earth again farewell, and go back to the Land of Nod. .91