Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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It was already dark, foi the dark came quickly in the forest when the sun finally sank below the trees. As she went up the steps, she stumbled over the top one. It had never been fixed after Dan left, and ten years was a long time for some- thing to be used continually without repair. She lighted a lamp (for no electricity wires ran as far from town as this) and hustled about, preparing supper. Suddenly she harkened. Some- body was walking down the road which bordered the trees. That was strange at this hour. Then someone stumbled heavily over the same stair vdiich had tripped her, and then came a knock. Scarcely know- ing whether to expect a tramp, a robber, the minster, or even the devil, she opened the door. But she never imagined she would see what she did. It was Dan, her boy ; but what first caught her attention was the body of Dash, which lay in his arms, limp and bleeding. “Oh Dan!” She took Dash from his arms and laid him tenderly on the floor. As they bent over him, they seemed to forget that they had ever been an- gry. Together they examined his wounds. One ball had hit him in his shoulder and another over the eye. It was Dan who spoke first. “He’ll get better, mother; don’t worry. It was so dark up in the woods that I took him for a fox, and when 1 started to pick him up, I recognized him. Of course I couldn’t see how badly he was hurt; so I brought him down here. Gee, 1 was awfully afraid you’d only let him in and put me out again.” “Oh, Dan, how could you think that ! Oh ! look ! he’s opening his eyes.” And indeed, when Dash’s eyes were fully opened they shone with happiness. He wagged his tail sleepily and, though one eye was closed by the wound, he kept the other open, giving the appearance of a sly wink. Margaret Hubbard, ’37 16

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Huh ! Claims that the animals are her children !” Dash whined nea r the door. As usual, he wanted to be let out just as she was in the middle of her dishes. She patted him lovingly on the head and opened the door a crack. Just the color of a fox, he looked like a streak of lightning as he dashed about the yard in a very undignified way for an old dog. She stood watching him for a moment and then turned wearily back to her work. Mathilda, dressed in her “after- noon” dress, stood before the bat- tered old mirror in the kitchen. She was gazing at the old hat which had easily outlived its usefulness by five years. In desperation she jammed it on her head in a way that gave her the appearance of a withered old witch. Silently she harnessed “Spots” to the buggy and set off. She wouldn’t be persuaded into buying one of those new fangled autos. She loved old “Spots” too much to let him think that she was “going modern” on him. He and Dash were all that were left of her old friends. One by one they had left her after the de- parture of her son until she was forced to admit that she was alone with the horse and the dog. Oh well . As her buggy threaded in and out of the cars, she remembered the let- ter which she should mail. She drove precariously into one of those dinky little parking spaces (drat ’em, you couldn’t get in without most losing your buggy wheels). The small town post office was in the store which sold the highest priced groceries in town. There- fore, it was a very elegant place. Mr. Mason, the postmaster, owner, clerk, etc., stopped her as she went out. He seemed worried, and he spoke in a low tone. “Mathilda, I heard that Dan was — .” “I don’t want to hear anything about him.” She turned to go, leav- ing Mr. Mason staring after her in surprise. “It sure is strange the way that woman takes on after all these years. She needn’t have got so huf- fy about it, though ; I was only go- ing to tell her about the boy.” Mathilda was thinking the same thing, only in a different tone. “It was queer of him to speak to me that way about Dan. Wonder what he v as going to say.” This thought was in her mind all the way home. Once she almost turned back to ask him, but her pride overcame her curiosty. In the dusk, everything seemed sort of quiet, but as she neared home, she heard the report of a gun. “Those danged hunters again,” she muttered as she thought of her fa- vorite family of rabbits who would probably be dug out of their burrow by one of those awful hunting dogs. However, as she came in sight of home she became more cheerful, and she called cheerfully to Dash as she entered the yard. He didn’t answer. Probably off playing some- where ! 15

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GRADUATION ESSAYS. The History of Nursing By Lois Stultz N ursing is one of the most beautiful and tender of all the arts of life ' said M. Adelaide Nut- ting, and I think anyone who has come in contact with the nursing profession cannot dispute this state- ment. The feeling we have upon first seeing a nurse in uniform amounts almost to awe. We seem to have a sort of reverence for a person who can help people who are sick. Of course we do not have to go into a hospital to feel this rev- erence. One gets, I believe, the most potent feeling when watching a mother anxiously caring for a sick child. This is nursing in its most primitive form but a form which is ever new to each succeeding mother. Let us look back into the history of nursing. We shall find many in- teresting facts of which we have never dreamed and much that we shall find hard to believe. The art of nursing began, as we have said, when the first mother cared for and protected her chil- dren. The mothers became skilled in caring for their own families, and each told her neighbor the results of her experience; thus, in this sim- ple way, nursing spread throughout the communities. In the Bible we find that Moses, who lived about 1500 B.C. made rules for personal hygiene and enforced community sanitation. This is one of the earli- est attempts at the prevention of disease, and down through the ages wise men have tried to prevent dis- ease as well as to cure it. It is that for which scientists are working to- day — the prevention of disease. With the coming of Christianity, the care of the sick and poor be- came the duty of the church or mon- asteries. They carried on this work to a great extent until 1700 and in some parts of the world still do. In 60 A.D. we have our first district nurse in Phoebe, a friend of St. Paul, who worked with him among the poor. They found, as we often find to-day, that sickness was the natural accompaniment of pov- erty. Therefore Phoebe, with other friendly women, did whatever nurs- ing her limited means permitted. About the same time many Roman matrons of wealth and position tired of social life, began projects of collective nursing and thus insti- tuted the first hospitals. With the decline of the Roman empire the work for the most part was carried on by the monasteries, although two hospitals in France and one in Rome are known to have existed outside the monastic walls. Then came the Crusades. In 1066 William the Conqueror introduced the feudal system into England. The landowners became very rich and introduced a code of honor which bound them into a system of knight- 17