Lemasters High School - Parnellian Yearbook (Lemasters, PA)

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. Blue birds were flying over the white cliffs of Dover. As I watched them the words of the song came back to me. The war was over. It was springtime,the first one the world had been able to enjoy for a long time, And we allwrero free again. I was returning via the Dover Straits from my station in Berlin, Ger- many, where the Army Medical Staff had been working among the war refugees to prevent the usual post-war epidemics. It was good after all the suffer- ing we had soon to be able to breathe free air again and to feel spring in the air. War and its horrors seemed far away as we slid through the Straits of Dover into the blue Atlantic. Even the crossing bespoke the return of peace . There was no crazy, frantic zigzagging to escape lurking submarines and hidden mines. How gratehxl I was for peace and freedom. So pleasant had it been to bask in the sun on the 'boat's dock and for- get, or at least try to forget the past ten years that I had given no thought at all to what I should do upon my return to America. Why I hadn't has always amazed me since, for I had never been able to have three cents ahead of me. My salary just seemed to disappear back into my work. You can then imagine both how grateful and how surprised I was when a represen- tative of the Temple University Hospital appeared at my hotel in New York City the day of my arrival with an offer of the superintendency of the University Hospital. Ge back to my Alma Mater as superintendent? I could scarcely believe it, though I had secretly hoped I might someday when I had been a student nurse there. I begged to bo permitted several weeks te ge home to soo my parents, promising to report for duty the first of May. My visit was a most pleasant one, but after several weeks of rest I found myself longing for the old job again. May first found me at my duty, chec1:ing over the staff that was to serve under mo. Two surprises awaited me on that staff list. Gcnifredc Smith was superintonding nurse on tho first floor of the hospital, and Gladys Fisher was listed as hospital dietitian. I took time right then and there, before anyone had a ohanoc to swamp me with work, to hunt up my former classmates and lot them know I was about. I found 'Gcnny knee deep in directing visitors to tho rooms of their friends and Gladys so busy with menus and cooks sho could do no more than greet mo. I did manage to get enough words in to find out they were both free that evening, se I invited them to dinner as my guests. I felt like chatting about old times. And chatting we were when we entered tho exclusive, newly-built Areado Restaurant, We were so engrossed we took no notice of the head A ' waiter bowing and smiling before us until he asked, May I show you ladies to a table? I turned then to inform him I had reserved a table. And lo and bcholdl Who stood there but John Mackey, Junior. He still insists hc almost had to carry mo to my scat after the shook. What SU!'P!'iS0d US mom,