Starrett School for Girls - Starette Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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one is on the point of dying. Now please, Miss Roy, don't tell me I almost died . . . that certainly would bc all the more reason to let them seeime. Who was it? Two men and lots of girls, ' replied the nurse. Was one of the girls a blond? V . V - ' All of them, came the quietanswer, except one-she was platinum. Oh, laughed Steve, that was Bertha. Say, didn't they leave anything? Indeed they did, said Sally, ', a whole florist's shop. You may have the flowers as soon' as we find enough bottles to put them in. Sally. i . A A V Yes. Would you go out with me when I get well?,' And get my head fractured? NO, THANKS. I like you. You are so different. . . . How odd, mused Sally. Please go to sleep. The doctor gave me strict orders to- A Oh, who cares about the doctor? How much longer do I have to stay in this dump? . . , , If you are by any chance referring to this hospital, I should say another week. X A week passed quickly. Sally was in Steve's room. It was his last day. You've been mighty good to me, Sally. Thanks. Don't mention it, Steve. It's my business. Oh,,' said Steve, a little hurt. Sally didn't mean it. Why, oh why, did she say it!! In the afternoon, Jim came to take Worther home. Sally couldn't stand to see him go so she let Bee help him to the car. She took a fleeting glance at him through the nursery window. Well, there goes my only hope of happiness, she thought as she brushed a tear from her eye. Ever since his departure she tried to work harder to forget him, but all in vain. He stood out so vividly in her dreams. Sally just couldn't bear it. It had been two months since Steve had gone. Sally had received a call from one of her patients. - How do you do, Mrs. Freer. Feeling better? Yes, I guess so, nurse, but my side hurts so. Of course it would-just bear it, and think how lucky you are not to be as bad as some of them are in here. ' I know, smiled the white haired lady. Having an appendicitis operation is no fun. Indeed itis not, Mrs. Freer, and you were mighty brave. This pleased the old lady, and started her talking. Did you know I was recommended to this hospital? . You were? Yes, through my nephew. Perhaps you have heard of him . . . Steve Worther? Oh, gasped Sally, trying hard not to show her emotions. I don't know what has ever come over him. He's so quiet. Maybe it's because his Dad is home, and maybe it's because he's engaged to a rich girl. - Sally gave Mrs. Freer her medicine, and went out. Life was terrible to her. Why did she have to hear all of that? This was the end of things. She was not going to stay any longer. She had quite a lot of money saved up. It was going to be used now. She must tell Doc Right. With faltering steps Sally reached his oiiice. The doctor welcomed her gladly. Yes, Sally, what is it? Doctor, I want a vacation. Sally walked out of the oihce with a lighter heart. He had given it to her. She did not tell him that she might never come back. Now to forget Steve. He was engaged and probably married by now. She decided to vacation on one of the ritzy lakes in New York State. Sally stopped at the most exclusive hotel .... Bought new clothes .... Slept till twelve. . . Played tennis with high society .... Danced with play-boys till wee hours of the morn. . . . Took roadster rides with handsome Tilden. She was tired . . . no money. She had been there for three months. Her bank-roll was empty. Sally was sitting in Thirty-five

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Hey, nurse, are you going to leave me? No.,' I'll go to sleep if youill hold my hand. Rather fresh, aren't you? Well, rather, but- All right. Promise to go to sleep? I promise. Doctor Right came in at seven the next morning' to inspect his patient. You may go nowf, said the doctor, putting a kindly hand on Sallyis shoulder. I'm going to attend him now. You go get some sleep. Was he in much pain? No, he seemed quite comfortable. That's good. Nice boy, Mr. Worther is. Has a wealthy family-young and reck- less-and full of the dickensf' Sally's heart jumped at that. Doc Right continued. He's been in more than one mess. Right now his family is in Europef, Sally walked out of the room and down the corridor. For some reason she felt exceed- ingly gay. Why? It was that WORTHER. He was a play-boy, and all but flew into her arms. Sally went into her room and lay down. Sleep came quickly, but sleep was disturbed by many dreams. The next morning we find Sally in Steve's room. When can I take these bandages off? inquired Steve. A month-three weeks-one never can tell. Gee, you're encouraging. What's your name? Sally to you and every living sufferer. Right now I'd feel fine if I could only get rid of this splitting headache. Gosh, I had some crack4up. I suppose the car was all smashed-too bad-I'll have to buy a new one, and Dad hasn't sent my allowance yet. Boy, it's a relief to know he's in Europe. . . . What are you staring at me for? Oh, just wondering, said Sally. Wondering where all the money comes from. Of course, it's none of my business . . . Sure, said Steve. You can make it your business. We have lots of dough-too much. How can you say that, Mr. Worther? . . . I hardly know what five dollars looks like. I have some money in the bank that was given to me before my father died. It's not going to be used unless necessary. Wait till I get well, Sal, and I'll show you a thousand dollar bill .... i' Two weeks had since passed. Steve was much better so Sally had been put on another case. She saw him only on Saturday and Sunday mornings, when she shifted with Mrs. Pearl. Hey, Sal, there seems to be a lor of trouble in 301. That patient insists that he'll die unless you come, said a nurse from the ward upstairs. Sally got a troubled look in her eyes. What's wrong, Bee? Is he ill? Naa--he's hollering because he w0n't let that Mrs. Pearl give him his medicine. Sally hurried upstairs to Steve's room. She saw Mrs. Pearl come out. Miss Roy, I don't seem to be able to attend him. I-Ie's the most obstinate creature. . . . Ah, I will leave him to you. Sally rushed into Steve's room. Mr. Worther, what on heaven's earth did you say to her???? Steve was grinning from ean to ear and answered, I merely told her, nurse, that I never took my medicine unless I held someone's hand. Steve . . . Imean Mr. Worther . . . shame on you. It's against the rules to become affectionate with the patient. You should never have said such a thing. Well, I got what I wanted anyway. It's you. Will you stay awhile? 'fl guess I'1l have to, replied Sally, sarcasrically. You act like a two-year-old. By the way, haven't I had any visitors? You certainly have, but no one has been allowed to see you. We had to turn them all away. I'Well, I'll be, said Steve. Since when dom this hospital have a right to rule my pa s? They have a right, said Sally, in the name of the law, to turn anyone away when u ze tl Thirty-four

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the hotel lobby one afternoon when Tilden asked her if she caried to go for a spin that evening. She accepted gladly--anything to forget her troubles. During all those grand three months of her life she had not forgotten what she had intended to forget. It was poor, dear, brave Steve, who was just a vision by now. Tilden came about ten. It was a grand night . . . moon . . . stars . . . and soft breezes. Sally was in a reckless mood. She even allowed her escort to take a few drinks before starting. They passed the hotel . . . the lake . . . climbed the hill, and went speeding down the paved road. Tilden went faster and faster. Sally just laughed. He knew she was enjoying it. He took her around corners at sixty . . . stepped up to 80-85. The moon began to frown. The stars blinked . . . clouds gathered. Tilden kept up the rapid pace. He was nearing a curve. A clash of thunder came so unexpectedly that he turned the wheel the wrong way. A scream pierced the stormy night .... All was quiet. Sally awoke to find herself in a bed . . . a nice, clean bed. She' couldn't move. Her head ached. Where am I? she murmured. In the Gerald Right Hospital, New York, New York. Anything else you want to know? Sally peered at the face. IT WAS . . . IT WAS . . . STEVE. It couldn't be but it was ..., Steve, she whispered, what are you doing here? 'Same thing you were doing six months ago. Instead of you caring for me, I'm caring for you. Don't talk . . . rest . . . close your eyes. But Steve, moaned Sally, what are you doing in an interne's suit? Taking care of you, Sally. I've been studying this job ever since I left the hospital. By the way, you came very unexpectedly, dear. What's wrong with me, Doc? inquired the patient. Oh, nothing much to worry about, Miss Roy. Fractured skull and . Doctor, will I live? Indeed you will, because I'm going to marry you .... Oh,,' moaned Sally again, then I never will be able to have a steak dinner without tonsils! -Margary Dickey, Iunior WEALTH Live, flashing little form Glincing in the sun- Black and gold afloat in green water . . Dead, withered little form Drying in the sun- But grey and dull clutched in the hand. -Sheila Sultan, Sophomore ON DEATH How beautiful That calm, immobile face. How serene, Filled with some inner grace. A sin, You say, to place such icy perfectness Sunken within the cold, desecrating Tenure of the earth. No sin, I say, to lay in longed-for rest, Some weary care-Worn soul Who no longer sees in life its mirth. -Robin Douglas, Senior Thirty-six