Base Hospital No. 5





135 Ivy Street, Brookline, Mass.

Lieutenant Colonel Binney was chief of the surgical staff of the Hospital and in that capacity produced very efficient results. Upon the absence of Major Lyman, Colonel Binney assumed the duties of Commanding Officer and to those who would willingly strive to promote the standard of the organization extended at all times his valuable help. He proved a stanch friend to the men and supported always any consideration which tended to assist them in their work or afford them greater comfort during hours off duty. By great good fortune the unit enjoyed association with Colonel Binney during the entire period of overseas work. Needless to say, had he left us to offer the benefits of his knowledge and skill in other parts, the lack of his loyal support and guidance would have been keenly felt.



75 Union Avenue, Dubuque, Iowa

This rosy-cheeked youngster refused to give us anything for "The Vanguard" so we are forced to write our own reprisal. "It is all nonsense," he said, thereby dismissing all further comment. When Arlie came over in 1917 he was as near 99-44/100% as Ivory Soap. Association with the Great Powers has brought him out in rapid strides. He has been seen in company with "vin blink" during his last days in France and has journeyed extensively up and down the Boulogne Region. And this is not all---once he smoked a real cigar, right after the armistice. At times Arlie becomes quite argumentative and opinionated, and when he starts that sentence, "Well, sir, that just goes to show"---it's time to get out from under. Arlie was the backbone of the medical service and could always be depended upon when anybody needed a good physician. He has endeared himself to officers, nurses and men alike, and we might add he is the favorite of the ladies.



W. Main Street, Hebron, Ohio

"Boze" blew in late but at a most opportune time, and he worked in so naturally that it seems now as if he had always been with us. After cutting up to his heart's content in the operating theater, he decided to become a medical man---the only error in judgment we have ever known this officer to commit. So he listened to the wheezes and dusted the trench feet till the hospital closed; then became an advocate of auction---not that he had ever run away from a poker game at any time in his career. He has a most benevolent disposition, and has been one of the largest contributors to the "Jaffray Reconstruction Fund for Broken Bridges of Northern France." The United States Government decided to snatch him away from us at the last moment for continued overseas service, but we have no doubt he will be waiting to welcome us when we dock in New York Harbor.



Newbury Street, Boston, Mass.

There is but one Brown---mention Hannibal, Secretary Baker, Dr. Cook or Sherlock Holmes. A noble knight of the Round Table, who loved the thick of battle when it was not too thick. Decorated by George himself after the battle of Wimille. Possessed of an ability to see through people as well as a sizzling hot temper. Lost his pay check in his coat pocket once and conscientiously learned Army Regulations by heart in an effort to recover the money. Brown recognized in himself a great power, of what sort no one ever knew, but felt that to perfect this potency should be less harassed by shot and shell. Crowned with everything on his return home and like most great men barely escaped lifelong imprisonment for posing as himself. An authority on salutes.



Captain Quartermaster Corps. Assigned to unit in Camiers October 25, 1917, as Quartermaster, succeeding Captain Jaka. February 28, 1918, detached for duty as Assistant Quartermaster with 1st Division, A. E. F. Killed in an air raid at Noyers-St. Martin near Cantigny May 30, 1918.



c/o Mayo Clinic, Rochester, Minn.

B. C. H., P. B. B. H. and Mayo Clinic. Commissioned Captain May 5, 1917. June 4, 1917, detached from unit; June to July investigating anti-gas apparatus in British Army; August to September in office of Chief of Gas Service, B. E. F. October 1, 1917, ordered to First Corps School, A. E. F., remaining there eight months as Director of the School. May 1, 1918, appointed Instructor at Army Sanitary School, Langres. September, 1918, sent to forward hospitals in charge of operating team; for two weeks attached to Mobile Hospital No. 5. Promoted to Major November 11, 1918. Returned to U. S. December 27, 1918.



2 Divinity Avenue, Cambridge, Mass.

Professor of Physiology, H. M. S. Commissioned Lieutenant April 21, 1917. Director of Laboratory Section, succeeding Major R. P. Strong. Detached June 23 for service at No. 33 C. C. S., Bethune. Promoted to Captain August 11. In August appointed member of English Committee on Shock. September, 1917, transferred to A. E. F. as Director of Physiological Laboratory. February 12, 1918, promoted to Major. February 15 to April 1, 1918, on duty in Paris with Inter-allied Conference on Gas Warfare. April 1 to December 25, 1918, stationed at Central Medical Department Laboratory, Dijon, in charge of laboratory for Surgical Research. Promoted to Lieutenant Colonel October 23, 1918. Chairman of Medical Research Committee, A. R. C., February to November, 1918. Returned to U. S. as casual January 22, 1919. Awarded Companion of the Bath by British Government June 7, 1919.


HOWARD M. CLUTE ("Clutie")

496 Commonwealth Avenue, Boston, Mass.

Bang; Whizz; Boom; Crash; "Clutie" (isn't that a cute nickname the boy picked out?) arrived among us last January, 1917, on an 8.6 shell fresh from the battle of Ypres, where he had been doing service with the fighting men in the field. And the shell wasn't a dud, either. The first question he asked was, "Is there any 'pep' here?" "Pep," we answered, "why, man, we have the only untamed Pep still outside of a museum." "Lead me to him," says the boy hero, and well---that's another story. "Clutie" fitted in right off the bat and made a place for himself whether on the dance-floor, in the operating room, or at the banquet table. He has been there wherever the life of the unit centered, and has kept things stirring. Jazzing and syncopating are meat and drink for this officer. They had to keep him out of church because the hymns began ragging it. Besides carving his way into the operative field, "Clutie" has acted as Hep's crutch, understudy and alternate, and as King's Messenger in numerous trips across the Channel. He is a member of the International Alliance and has numerous other claims to fame, which are too well known to be mentioned.



1525 Walnut Street, Philadelphia, Pa.

We don't dare write very much about this officer because with those X-ray eyes of his he will see through anything we try to put over. But he came at a most welcome time when X-ray men were at a premium, and even Sergeant Fuwa was getting a little "fed up" with the job. He quickly localized a soft spot for himself in our hearts and has made us believe his original report ever since. In addition to his X-ray ability he plays high finance with great skill. At one time the Government had a bill of $21,000 against him but by a little twist of the wrist he soon succeeded in persuading the United States that they owed him that much. With such security at his back he had considered it safe to enter even the highest bridge circles, where he will soon be calling on his reserve at the present rate. His other accomplishments include poetry-writing and keeping "Boze" in the straight and narrow path.



306 Walnut Street, Brookline, Mass.

Organizer of the unit and proud of it as the second United States Army Base Hospital overseas, though second to none in its spirit, loyalty and capacity for effective work. Taken away from the unit early in 1918 to become Chief Consultant for Head Surgery with the A. E. F., only returning after the armistice with the hope of going home with the unit instead of earlier as a casual. Organized and kept alive by his spirit the weekly clinical society's meetings; of great value in bringing medical men and thoughts together. Wrote a most valuable contribution on "Surgery of Gun-shot Wounds of the Head" and an extensive war diary.



61 Heath Street, Brookline, Mass.

He runs through his daily life on high with the cut out open, whether it be at work or play and woe to anything that gets in his path. Starting with the B. E. F. he cut his way through to the Yanks, where he established an evacuation hospital by hard work and capable administration. It was at this place that he set the world record of operating 56 hours out of 48 without a stop. He is also a linguist, linguing many langs at machine gun speed with no jamming. His stories often border on the munchausenesque. He holds and defends opinions on any subject and is an exponent of the experimental method. He was the first white man to set foot in Coblenz after the signing of the armistice. His most outspoken qualities are his tireless energy and application.



2 Gloucester Street, Boston, Mass.

A tall good-looking gentleman who was one of the best friends the enlisted men had. How often after sick call men reported to him and always after the inevitable scolding they were looked after! Always kind and easy with patients, and how often it happened that men who had come to the hospital determined to "swing it" as long as they could, told him that they were fit for service. Such a man was Captain Denney. A man so square that nobody would try to take advantage of him.



7 Hereford Street, Boston, Mass.

Colonel Derby scarcely needs any introductory remarks. Long before the war he had attained much renown by his accomplishments in his profession. There are indeed few to excel this eminent doctor as an eye specialist, and the value of his work during these two years' service overseas cannot be overestimated. His advice and counsel was continuously sought by prominent medical men of the Allied Armies besides those of our own. Colonel Derby stayed with us but part of the time only. He was ordered to the medical and surgical headquarters of the American Expeditionary Forces and there served with constant distinguished service.



1181 North Franklin Street, Philadelphia, Pa.

Captain Quartermaster Corps. Assigned to unit Boulogne February 22, 1918, for duty as Quartermaster, succeeding Captain Bullock. Returned with unit.



Lieutenant. Joined unit August 27, 1917. Appointed Adjutant of unit, also Company Commander, to succeed Captain Harmon. Killed in hospital air raid, September 4, 1917.


REGINALD FITZ ("Reg" or "Reggie")

Beverly, Mass.

Master Statistician of Base Hospital No. 5 and by special appointment to his Majesty the King proves by his statistical studies that we had 50-1/4 admissions a day; that two medical men looked after nine-fifths as many patients as the whole surgical staff; that every time a surgeon operated two patients died; that gassing occurred more commonly than scabies, which occurred more commonly than trench nephritis on the western front, etc. All his tables were worked out with a logarithm book and a slide rule and the whole scale was a sliding one. Demonstrated that the Rockefeller Institute charts and methods were essential to the front line studies of all medical conditions. Spent the majority of his time in Blighty, favoring us on occasional short visits and on special leave. Speaks several languages with ease, English, Harvard, Back Bay, Bostonese, American and Yank.



9 Windsor Road, Somerville, Mass.

Foley made his first public appearance in the Harvard amphitheater, when he leaped seven rows of seats and landed on the stage in response to an invitation from Captain Reynolds for a good penman to present himself. Since that time he has managed to keep Joe Foley prominently in the limelight. As Chief Clerk he stood at attention 1000 times each day and liberally sprinkled his conversation with "Sirs." Result, he now has a commission in the Sanitary Corps. No one begrudged Joe his commission, for he worked hard when he had to and he did his work well. You can't sell shoes by the same method as is employed in the army, but we predict a brilliant future for Joe. He's got a good line and moreover he knows when to use it.



Sears Building, Boston, Mass.

It is hard to find out much about this M.O. for he lives a hermit life about town, nobody knows where, and his ways are obscure. But if there is anything disagreeable or uncomfortable to be done "Harry" volunteers and takes great pleasure in doing it. He is the only living man who gets enjoyment and happiness from reveille, air raids, sick call, French leave trains, ambulance duty, the O. D. job, French weather and "maconochie." He is the unit's greatest authority on oatmeal; string, radium, Russia, Acarus, scabies, surveying, logarithms and sanitation. His greatest exploit was the rescue of a French hydroplane from the enemy by dashing into the ocean waist deep with great élan and bringing it safely ashore. His barefooted walks in the Argonne dews are equally famous.


Washington, D. C.

No introduction to the son of the famous soldier and engineer is necessary. The evidence of an inheritance of capability, reliable judgment and skill to achieve showed very clearly in Lieutenant Goethals. His marked executive ability manifested itself when holding office as adjutant of Mobile Unit No. 6. His first demand as an officer was obedience, but if results proved him to be in the wrong, Dr. Goethals never allowed the responsibility to rest upon the men who followed his command. Though an ardent lover of athletic sports and outdoor amusements, such interests never stood in the way of duty. His work came first always. Lieutenant Goethals will be remembered by many of the men who passed through the hospital, by his thoughtfulness and benevolence as well as by his skilfulness as a surgeon.



c/o Adjutant General's Office, Washington, D. C.

Captain Medical Corps, U.S. Army. Assigned to unit as Adjutant Boston, May 5, 1919. May 13 appointed Company Commander. Promoted to Major August 1, 1917. August 23, 1917, detached for duty with A. E. F. at General Headquarters in Tours.


SAMUEL CLARK HARVEY ("Sam" "The Cherub")

354 Humphrey Street,
New Haven, Conn.

The ink is scarcely dry on this write-up, for "Sam" dashed up to us in his impetuous way just as the "Vanguard" was going to print, and demanded that he should be mentioned. We'll have to hand it to you, "Sam." Though you make no apparent effort, you usually manage to be there at the right time. There are five things that Sam is never without: a cigar or a pipe, a book, a desire to stay longer in bed, wonderful good humor, and clear straight thinking. This officer has settled more problems by quiet reflection than by the experimental method of trying them out, and there is much to say in favor of this method as an energy-saving way. "The Cherub's" greatest success in the affairs of the unit was his appearance on the stage, where his natural talent as a comedian won him instant vociferous acclamation. He has many other claims to which we cannot do justice, but besides being a most excellent all-round surgeon, he is a walking encyclopedia of all sorts. We don't know why "Sam" is called "The Cherub" but that is the girls' name for him.


ALEXANDER HEPBURN ("Hep")---The Wide World

Murray Hill Road,
Roslindale, Mass.

The victor of many a hard-fought battle. An ex-policeman and ex-soldier in the British Army, he fought thugs in Liverpool and Zulus in South Africa. Never entered a battle without having his wonderful mustache waxed to a point, and this weapon has saved his life on more than one occasion. Spending most of his adventurous career in the wilds of Africa he escaped the ordinary pitfalls that beset a man in civilization and it was only recently that he fell into the matrimonial snare. "Hep" is a natural soldier and his career would afford good material for Ruddy Kipling. What he doesn't know about army rules and regulations, ain't. Without him it is hard to see how we could have had a successful court martial. As a charter member of the Prehistoric Independent Society of Stiffs, he has "taken in" many raw recruits to swell the society's roll of honor. Made Company Commander because he could curse in thirty languages if necessary. Most famous order is "Company---fall apart." Lives on corn products. Will start a ribbon counter in the States from his present stock on hand.



c/o Adjutant General's Office, Washington, D. C.

Captain Quartermaster Corps, U. S. Army. Assigned to unit in Camiers, succeeding Captain Rund as Quartermaster, June 11, 1917. November 1, 1917, detached for duty with A. E. F. as Chief Quartermaster, G. H. Q., Chaumont, A. E. F. Later promoted to Major and appointed Chief Quartermaster, Army of Occupation.


Selma, Ala.

Captain. University of Virginia. Joined unit in Camiers June 22, 1917. July 27 to August 27, 1917, served as Acting Adjutant and Company Commander. July 28, 1918, detached for duty with A. E. F. and assigned to Mobile Hospital No. 3. Promoted to Major.



Allston, Mass.

The largest man in the unit. A Sergeant, first class, at enlistment, but succeeded in getting his commission in the Dental Corps in the spring of 1918. A good-natured fellow who felt his authority a little at times, but a much better officer than sergeant. When last heard from, Bill was with the Engineers.



Hudson, Mass.

From a soda clerk in a country town to lieutenant is some jump, even if it is in the Sanitary Corps. Came to France a Sergeant, first class, and got his application for a commission in at the psychological moment, sailing in on the high tide of Joe Foley's popularity with Colonel Bob Patterson. Showed his democracy by retaining his quarters in the hospital and incidentally saving a few francs. Was dispenser for eight months, but after becoming a Lieutenant his principal occupation was to keep out of sight as much as possible and act as Social Secretary for the officers and nurses. Had many petites affairs but finally formed a permanent alliance with the A. N. C. Will probably be in a position to set up a respectable drug store when he returns to Hudson, but there won't be so much money in the business after this.



Peter Bent Brigham Hospital, Boston, Mass.

The social lion of the unit---British lion preferred. Has done more to establish the official social position of U. S. A. No. 5 than any other two men of the outfit. Has acted as liaison officer between the British generals, officers and ladies and the Americans; sponsor for all sorts of Y. W. C. A. and church Army workers, British Sailors Institute Assistants and detached lonesome ladies scattered about town. The danseur par excellence of the fox-trot, which he does in 57 varieties and without missing a step; famous for his public stage performance as the exponent of modern dancing. Head specialist and Surgeon for Base Hospital No. 5 he teases the ex-temporals, jests at the jugular, caresses the carotid and manipulates the meningeal without fear or hesitation. After the armistice he spent the rest of his time in France writing a paper, "Brains I have seen," at the rate of a line a day, not much, but enough to keep him from any other activities. Mixer of the best sort, welfare worker among officers and nurses and men, defender of the downtrodden (witness---court martial proceedings), he has a great following and train of admirers --- a new one every week, and some one will get him yet, according to Sam.



23 Main Street, Watertown, Mass.

One of our esteemed Dental Surgeons. Enlisted with the unit at the first call for volunteers. He is one of the few from our unit to obtain his commission from the field. He has lived with us and passed successfully through the hardest and most trying days of a soldier's existence in France with the B. E. F., namely, MACONOCHIE days with NO SECONDS. His greatest specialty, outside of the extraction of impacted third molars, is the chasing of fires after air raids. We wish him success in the profession he is undertaking for his life's work.



Dexter, Mo.

If "consulting the sphinx" should again become popular as a form of A. E. F. instruction, the path to Dexter, Mo., would undoubtedly become worn by the tread of many pilgrims. La Rue's knowledge of the A. E. F., B. E. F. and every other E. F., from the Chinese Labor Corps to the Sengalese Mounted Rifles, has proven encyclopedic in its completeness. He has been everywhere on the Western Front from Belgium to Marseilles, and his stories are not only varied and interesting but have the modest touch of truth. We are glad that he finally landed in Base Hospital No. 5.



5 Brimmer Street, Boston, Mass.

Lieutenant Colonel Lee was appointed Commanding Officer of the unit when that office was left vacant by the transfer of Colonel Patterson. Under Colonel Lee's régime the hospital distinguished itself for its ever-abounding immaculateness and the improved attractiveness of the surrounding grounds. It is not difficult to comprehend the material aid the men derived from these particular conditions. Colonel Lee ably continued the splendid administration of the tremendous paper work involved in the management of the hospital. As with the former Commanding Officer, the field of work in a base hospital was not extensive enough for a man of his caliber, and in the latter part of the summer of 1918 higher authority demanded Colonel Lee's services as chief medical consultant of the Third Army. By the transfer of Colonel Lee the unit was deprived of a thoroughly capable and well-experienced physician and a competent executive officer.


c/o Holt & Company, 3 Whitehall Place, London, S. W.

Despite the fact that several members of the unit claim to come from Ireland, our Recorder is the only "honest-to-God" representative of the Emerald Isle. And a credit he is to the land of his birth. He sits all day long at his desk, and signs his name sometimes as much as ten times a day on paper which the Sergeant has made out for him. He says that once he did think of signing it eleven times, but at the last moment his strength failed. French food agrees with our hero, but if he puts on much more weight he will probably starve to death, from inability to get through the dining-room door; and there's not one member of the unit who won't be sorry, for every one loves and honors Major Loughnan.



109 Commonwealth Avenue, Boston, Mass.

A man who joined the unit as a lieutenant and by conscientious effort worked himself to a majority, gaining fame with his, "It smells a little like orange," on the Camiers front in the summer of 1917. Also notorious as the originator of "Five nights Sergeant. Take him out." His work as Adjutant and Censor was very distasteful to him, thereby giving Chaplain Peabody material to bolster up the morale of privates who were "fed up." Soon after Colonel Lee's departure he received his majority and was appointed Commanding Officer. Beneath his cloak of militarism there lies one of the best dispositions imaginable. No man ever entered the Commanding Officer's office without feeling instinctively that so far as Major Lyman was concerned he would get a square deal. And many are the men who, arriving at that elusive period known as leave, and being short of funds, have appealed to him, and never in vain. He will be remembered by the boys as one man who never forgot under any circumstances that he was a gentleman.



Kansas City, Mo.

A sleek-looking gent from the Middle West who likes the good things of life, including wine, women and song. Mac will be among those hard hit by the prohibition movement. Escaped being a martyr to the Cause of Civilization by two inches when the Hun dropped bombs on us at Camiers.


ARTHUR W. MOULTON ("Chaplain")

Lawrence, Mass.

Hats off to our Chaplain, a man with so much cheerfulness that he actually likes the army. A pleasant pat on the back from his hand is as welcome as a sword stroke from King George to a plebeian English shoulder itching for gentility. His, "Well, my boy, what can I do for you?" so frequent a greeting that he might use it unawares on Marshal Foch, is so agreeable that the Marshal might well reply happily, "Parlez avec moi." A great chess enthusiast, always smilingly ready to meet the best player in camp---or the worst. This good man, as he mentioned once by mistake, is from Lawrence, and this fact, which appears as a black fault in others, seems almost a virtue in him.



234 Marlboro Street, Boston, Mass.

Posterity is indebted to John Jameson Morton, Jr., for Henceforth Anxiety, in so far as sickness is concerned, is obsolete. Major Morton has written a book which hath disclosed all. If you have variscosele feet, crescendo of the head, ammonia of the heart or quiesence of the brain, or if you are not all there, calm your agitation. Consult Major Morton's "Medical Menu for Menacing Maladies." This little gem should be kept near the fire-place or under the sink in every household. Major Morton held a permanent passport to popularity. He gained this by persisting in seeing the cheerful side of life.

His jollity ignited even Mahoney, who spent most of his time molding his own gravestone. "Johnny" was a third-degree mungee, the tin badge being awarded him for his efforts, whenever court sat, to bring about a more thorough conciliation between Home Rule advocates and the higher powers.



Philadelphia, Pa.

This officer was so quiet and unassuming that several times we had to write to the U. S. A. to find out if he were still with us. On being interviewed by "The Vanguard" on board S. S. "Graf Waldersee," "Pete" said, "I have decided to give up everything and become a sailor. It offers such a dizzy prospect that I cannot resist it. I am sure that I have missed my profession, at least it has not done very much for me this trip. As to the immediate future, I am all unsettled." We wish you every success, Pete, in your new vocation. Your X-ray experience should be of great help to you when it comes to swinging the lead.


FRANK R. OBER ("No Bid")

234 Marlboro Street, Boston, Mass.

This sturdy son of Maine has had a checkered but certainly a progressive career during his sojourn in France. From his Jack-of-all trades' work in Camiers, he rose to the rank of knee specialist and from there to the Assistant Chief of the Surgical Service. A further step, we do not say in advance, was when he became Chief of the Medical Service during the absence of that staff when on "special duty" to England. Frank has also become a great dancer and may always be found when a party is on at the hut. In his odd moments he teaches Mr. Jaffray the inside points of auction bridge. Does he not? "Not-at-all."



38 Chestnut Street, Boston, Mass.

M. G. H. Instructor in Surgery, H. M. S. Commissioned Major May 5, 1917. Appointed Chief of Surgical Service. September 14, 1917, detached for duty with Orthopedic Section, A. E. F. September 21, 1917, to February 14, 1918, on duty at War Office, London, as Assistant Director of Military Orthopedic Surgery, A. E. F. February 14, 1918, transferred to France as Orthopedic Consultant, Headquarters Medical and Surgical Consultants, Neufchâteau. April 1, transferred to Tours, office of the Chief Surgeon. Subsequently on duty in the Surgeon-General's Office, Washington, as Orthopedic Consultant. Promoted to Lieutenant Colonel July 29, 1918.



Winchester, Mass.

The other of our esteemed Dental Surgeons is well liked, and has made many friends amongst all, because of his quiet and unassuming manner, coupled with his readiness at all times to succor a suffering patient. We understand he has a wonderful mounted collection of teeth acquired as a result of gas during this war. His greatest specialties are taking care of the nurses and shouting. We wish him success in his profession after his return to civil life.



Washington, D. C.

Among the highest type of American army officers must be placed the name of Colonel Robert U. Patterson. Colonel Patterson was the first Commanding Officer of the unit and the firm operative system upon which he established the hospital never once shook from its foundation. When, in the earliest days, endurance, good cheer and devotion to duty were so essential to the existence of worth-while results, Colonel Patterson was not found unqualified to institute those fundamental principles which produced an attainment of remarkably high-grade efficiency in the work of the hospital. He was a man of sterling character with a great amount of courage and self-assurance, and one who inspired admiration and confidence among his men. He developed the good qualities of his subordinates by his broadness and fair-mindedness. As head of the medical mission to Italy, Colonel Patterson left us in the winter of 1917-18. Needless to say, on this occasion he added greater luster to his already brilliant record of achievements. The fact that he is now close to the last step toward the greatest distinction which the army can bestow in his branch of the service gives a far better acknowledgment of the worth of Colonel Patterson than these futile words.



Grace Church, Lawrence, Mass.

The "sporting parson" was with us in spirit as well as in flesh, not only in the religious ceremonies in the Church Tent or Recreation Hut, but also or the wards, behind the bat or on the golf course or dance floor. His job was not the easiest in France, because it consisted in trying to introduce the Harvard language into Roxbury circles. The Tommies understood the language and liked it, but the Yanks were hard-boiled and took a lot of preaching before they were convinced. The parson worked hard to keep up the morale of the unit and finally showed his spirit by joining the A. E. F. to go into action with the boys.



16 Arlington, Street, Boston, Mass.

Colonel Potter served with us from our enlistment until December, 1917, when he was ordered to Langres, to teach on the Dental Section of the Army Sanitary School. Here he taught 17 different classes of Dental Surgeons comprising about 375 men, assisted in examinations for promotion and commissions, made translations of important French literature and also gave a few lectures before the medical classes of the Army Sanitary School. When the armistice was signed and demobilization began he had the opportunity of going home immediately, but he decided that he would prefer to go back with the original unit, even though it meant a little longer to wait. We all admire his spirit and true sporting blood in every undertaking, running a ward, hiking, etc., as well as the youngest man in the unit.



Oxford, England

Not very large, to be sure, but on the job every minute. An officer who tried to be bluff and strict, but underneath his military exterior was a human being who could be most nice to the men under his command. As long as work was done satisfactorily one had nothing to worry about from the British Quartermaster. Woe to him, however, who didn't have his work when it was due. We left Lieutenant Richmond at Boulogne, knee deep in reports that his trusty sergeants had prepared for him. In translating these manuscripts the Quartermaster had our sincere sympathy.



Harvard Medical School, Boston, Mass.

To this serious scientist the war has been very, very bloody. When the carnage became insufficient to satisfy his curiosity, he grouped together about him a collection of volunteers and drew upon them to his heart's content. No leech of old ever applied himself to a subject more firmly or got so much out of it in the long run. When the ranks thinned out at the base, he went to a C. C. S. where it was thicker and, after enjoying himself there, came back to the base, wrote a paper and then took a vacation. This process was repeated over and over until the A. E. F. could not safely leave him out of the Central Medical Laboratory. His publications are numerous. Among them can be mentioned the following:

"Blood." A comparison of the Red, White and Blue varieties.
"Blood Suckers." Description of a New Apparatus.
"Pickled Blood." Effect of Alcohol on the Circulation.
"Blood Pressure." Work done during the Push.
"Blood and Gum." Sticking solution in veins. Use Wrigley's.
"Blood and Iron." Neglected Salvage Work.
"Blood Oranges." Studies in Acidity.
"Blood Volume." Volume I ; Collected Reprints by the Author.
"Blood Volume." Volume II; More of the same. (In Press.)
"Blood Counts." Especially in Boston.





Captain, Quartermaster Corps, U. S. Army. Assigned to unit in Boston May 5, 1917, as Quartermaster. June 6, 1917, committed suicide while temporarily insane.



Northampton, Mass.

The scientist of the unit as absorbed in his work as any college professor; the only man in Camiers who didn't know there was an air raid on 'til it was over. Avery hard worker, who has made some valuable contributions during his stay in France, simplified the already complex gas gangrene problem by discovering two new pathogenic anaerobes. A bug hunter of real merit. Carries analytical methods to a fine study, makes a microscopic examination and cross questioning of every statement made to him in ordinary conversation. Insists so much on accuracy that at one time he carried five watches, one timed to the sun in the U. S. A. and one timed to the sun in Europe.



Detroit, Mich.

Lieutenant. Harper Hospital, Detroit. Joined unit August 11, 1917. August 15, detached for temporary duty with No. 46 C. C.S., at Proven for three months. January 28, 1918, detached for service with A. E. F. and assigned to Base Hospital No. 17, Dijon.



Neenah, Wis.

Lieutenant. Syracuse University. Joined unit in Camiers August 11, 1917. September 4, wounded in air raid on hospital. Invalided to U. S. later.



Washington, Pa.

Lieutenant. University of Pittsburgh. Joined unit in Boulogne April 22, 1918, as roentgenologist, succeeding Major Brown. Promoted to Captain November 28, 1918. Detached January 7, 1919, for service with A. E. F.



American Red Cross, Geneva, Switzerland

Professor of Tropical Medicine, H. M. S. Chief of Laboratory Section of unit. Commissioned Major May 7, 1917. Detached as member of Foreign Service Commission of Nation Research Council before unit sailed for Europe. Assigned to duty in Chief Surgeon's Office,- Headquarters, A. E. F., August 4, 1917. In November, 1917, attached to Division of Laboratories and Infectious Diseases, A. E. F., in charge of Subdivision of Infectious Diseases. Member of Medical Research Committee, A. R. C. Chairman Trench Fever Commission. Member British Headquarters Medical Investigation Committee. Promoted to Lieutenant Colonel October 31, 1918. Detailed as Director of Department of Medical Research and Intelligence, A. R. C., December 2, 1918. Commissioned Colonel February 18, 1919. August, 1919, appointed General Medical Director of League of Red Cross Societies, Geneva, Switzerland. Awarded D. S. M., Companion of the Bath. Officer of Legion of Honor.



c/o Harper Hospital, Detroit, Mich.

Lieutenant. Harper Hospital, Detroit. Joined unit in Camiers August 11, 1917. August 15 detached for temporary duty with No. 46 C. C. S., at Proven for three months. January 28, 1918, detached for permanent duty with A. E. F. and assigned to Base Hospital No. 17, Dijon. Served on surgical team at Evacuation Hospital No. 3 during summer of 1918.



Boyceville, Wis.

Lieutenant. Tulane Medical School. Sent overseas as casual. Attached to Stationary Hospital No. 32 and Stationary Hospital No. 4, B. E. F., before joining unit in Camiers September 16, 1917. Detached May 25, 1918, for duty in Psychiatric Division, A. E. F. Assigned to U. S. Base Hospital No. 66; later to A. R. C. Military Hospital No. 1 at Neuilly. Returned as casual January 22, 1919.



Harvard Medical School,
Roxbury, Mass.

"Ed" is one of our biggest products, typical of his home state, which always has something bigger and something smaller than the average for other places. He was of invaluable assistance to the unit when it first started out, for he had already done one or two bits in the war and he reveled in a fund of information. For instance, we were all advised to wear mufti coming over; to get dozens of shoe laces; to get the heaviest woolen clothes, as it was always terribly cold in France, etc.---all of which was of a great help to us as soon as we got to know "Ban" well. Once established, "Ed" was one of our speediest surgeons for keeping his ward evacuated. It is rumored that he had a special drag with the ambulance drivers which accounted for his success. He was sent away to the Yanks in 1918 in charge of our wild men and eight nurses, who led him such a life that he assumed the care-worn look that he now wears. The Mobile Hospital was just getting ready to do something when the Armistice was signed according to "Ed's" own report. "Ban" is our leading Anglophile and everything any other force does pales by comparison with Sir Douglas. Grandpa's one ambition in life is to be possessed of the world's largest collection of rare old vintage labels and corks.


J. P. WALL ("Jim" "Cap")

Jackson, Miss.

The initials of our foremost financier and the name of our greatest financial street, so nobody is surprised to find this officer also interested in monetary matters. He flies over the figures with lightning rapidity and always manages to keep a safe margin ahead in all his speculations and plays. "Cap" is one of our greatest travelers. When he strikes a town, he starts right into see it, and there is very little that gets by. So it is pretty hard to keep up. Isn't it, Frank? "Jim" claims the checker championship of the world, and to date nobody has been found to dispute it successfully, even the Maine experts falling before his masterly playing. He will be one of the few men returning to the States who will feel as much at home as before the war, because as far as is known, he neither drinks, smokes, swears nor chews gum. But there must be something on his mind, for he does not sleep well after 5 A.M., and is always the first man up in camp except "Hep," who doesn't close both eyes at any time. It is rumored that "Cap" lives according to a definite schedule and nothing can interfere with his routine. One thing more and really scarcely necessary to mention, seeing where he comes from,---he is a red-hot roaring politician and Democrat, who thinks that the Republican party is a branch of the criminals.



Hotel Charlesgate, Boston, Mass.

Lieutenant Withington, otherwise just Paul. Nice to everyone, especially the unpopular. Courteous and generous. Generous at Christmas, collecting and distributing gifts to the French kiddies. Paul likes dancing and baseball, and when work is slack, takes the troopers a-hiking. He traveled far for his fair "colleen" with whom fate joined him during the dark days in France.



Lieutenant. College of Physicians and Surgeons, New York. Joined unit in Camiers June 22, 1917. September 4, 1917, wounded in air raid on hospital and invalided to No. 20 General Hospital; later, transferred to U. S. Promoted to Captain. September 25, 1918, died at Massachusetts General Hospital, Boston, of pneumonia following influenza.



London, England

The first call from the Armies of our Allies came for medical men. The fact that our unit was among the first, if not the first to answer this call and report early for duty with the A. E. F. in France, is well known. For several months after our arrival well-trained and experienced officers and men of the B. E. F. were assigned to duty with the new hospital personnel for the purpose of enabling us to take advantage of the knowledge and comprehension of the work which our Allies had gained during the three previous years of war. Among these was Major A. E. B. Wood, R. A. M. C. Although far from being accustomed to a spirit of friendship and a common-cause feeling between officers and men Major Wood did his utmost to adapt himself to the methods of the American Army and rendered great assistance to officers, nurses and men in the solving of perplexing problems with which all were so often confronted. His own work as registrar of the hospital was very successfully accomplished. Major Wood left his unit in the summer of 1918 for duty with the British Army in India.



MARY W. ARVIN ("Bill")

Henderson, Ky.

There has been in our midst, since we've been in France,
    A nice, quiet lady named Arvin;
But as she don't sing or dance, we have not had a chance,
    To find what she really excels in.



3120 Telegraph Avenue, Berkeley, Cal.

There was a large ward called "3-C,"
And an excellent nurse named Jane B,
'Mid Balkans and splints,
Gauze, Bradfords and lints,
Did she reign there supreme? Yes, sir-ee.




210 W. Jersey Street, Elizabeth, N. J.

One of the best and respected by all,
Worried to death with an M. O. named Wall.
Calm and collected and always the same,
For she was never bothered with an old nickname.



440 Newbury Street, Boston, Mass.

All those who feign would clever be,
And versatile withal,
Need work with Sis, and they will see
How short they all do fall;

For Sis can dance, and Sis can sew,
And Sis can coffee brew;
And when the others try their arts,
Alas-they poorly do.

'Tis rumored that in days gone past,
In Turkey's sunny land
That Sis in splendor there did dwell
In Johnny's harem band.

If that be true, as none do doubt,
No longer need we ponder,
How Sis such wondrous coffee makes,
She learnt it over yonder.


ETHEL BROOKS ("Brooksie")

North Grafton, Mass

As unofficial caterer to the boys and night nurses, Brooksie made a remarkable reputation. In fact, she gained such notoriety that the powers that be deemed it advisable, to send her mobiling, where her ability as a cook would be recognized in an official way Brooksie is a born manager. She has managed dances, picnics and midnight suppers galore. One man only she cannot manage--- the Base Censor. She has also managed to leave a warm spot in the hearts of hundreds of patients.



Vose's Lane, Milton, Mass

Busy Burnsy hurries to and fro,
Making many trips, she isn't slow,
Rounding up the patients for presents 'ere they go,
Strawberries for breakfast, or an orange, don't you know,
Busy Burnsy hurries to and fro.



33 Fifth Street, Wellington, Mass.

One whose motto proved always to be the Golden Rule. Amiable, generous and thoughtful of every one. Thoroughly demonstrated her ability by serious and constant application to her duties as head nurse in one of the heaviest wards, for which she was later advanced to the grade of Chief Nurse upon the vacancy of that office by Miss Hall. Her task in this capacity, though no small one, held no fears, and needless to say her method of management indicated much comprehension and considerable experience. Not only did her quiet composure in solving difficult problems of her work establish for her the esteem of the Command, but brought to light again that pitifully blemished principle that a touch of humanity may intermingle with obligation without embarrassment. A bright sparkle in her eye, a spirit helpful, yet efficacious, when need be, a cheerful smile, and a pleasant "Good morning" placed our Chief Nurse very high in the admiration of us all.


ANNA P. CAINE ("Cainie")

Box 777, Tenafly, N J.

Cainie has a decided personality. You must either like her or dislike her---you cannot ignore her. Diminutive in stature she is the genuine unlacquered article, guaranteed to wear well. She is capable, generous and candid to a fault. Suffice it to say that no obstacle is to her unsurmountable. She gets what she goes after.



100 Benedict Terrace,
Longmeadow, Mass.

Light-haired and light-hearted. Her beacon-like crown of blond hair draws every military eye. Possessor of the "smile that won't come off," thrice glued on and attached with iron bolts. Notorious as a "kidder" and inventor of epithets. She or rather he who can get the better of her in this way is certainly "going some." This lady could make even a British second lieutenant see a joke and laugh at it. Possessed, however, of grit and persistence enough to carry her through pain, sickness or even being in the army.



127 North Avenue, Baltimore, Md.

Baltimore contributed much to the make-up of the unit, but it never gave us anything nicer than "Casey." Small, quiet, unobtrusive, but ever a center of cheerfulness, her personality draws out the best in those about her, and makes a home out of a mere ward.



Bay View Hospital, Baltimore, Md.

There is no doubt but that of all the far-famed lorry-hoppers in the unit, "Dix" easily takes the first prize. From the time we first landed in Camiers until the armistice was signed she had seen considerable of France, both by the above method and by hiking, so that during our last few months of leisure she has been able to give tours of instruction. "Dix" has also endeared herself to our hearts in many other ways, and is always right there with that good old sporting spirit, which is the most requisite of all things. She has truly upheld the best traditions of "Maryland, my Maryland."



Liverpool, Nova Scotia

Has as many moods as there are words in the English language; is a thorough sport, even to the extent of attempting to break army rules; to her friends she always provides tea, coffee and toast mornings, and last but not least a pick-me-up if one has imbibed too freely. One in a thousand..



Dublin, Ireland

Miss Coakley---not Miss May G. nor Miss M. G., but M. Grant Coakley---if you please. To see her at tea with the élite of the British Army is not to see her in her true light. One must discover her marketing, cooking, measuring and weighing diabetic diets with Peter Bent Brigham zeal in order to discover that her nickname belies her. Apparently red, really true blue, yet when it comes to the colors she is all for the Green.



81 E. Third Street, Corning, N. Y.

In "civy" life she had been a "night snooperviser," but after coming to France she worked chiefly by day. Although in appearance calm and mild, her disposition was under some suspicion after the Quartermaster in Camiers threw a bottle of ink at her. As the ink happened to be red, there was a wild commotion as she proceeded towards the "C" lines, where she held sway. The O. C. nearly summoned the stretcher-bearers for the apparent casualty, which the lady had difficulty in persuading some that she had not cut her throat. After this incident her stay in Camiers was peaceful except that she insisted upon staying out after hours. In Boulogne she stuck to the corridor pretty closely; no one else had a chance on that ward. She did not even leave it for night duty. Perhaps the old French watchman was the reason; perhaps not. She knew all the places for "eats" in the surrounding country, from Money's to LeCatelet via Happy Valley. One need not suggest that she went alone. She liked Boulogne so well that she could not go away for leave, so she took sick leave instead and remained in town.

MARY A. CUMMINGS ("Little Mary")

50 Broadway, Taunton, Mass.

Among the latest additions to our nursing staff is "Little Mary" Cummings. True to the traditions of the "Foundry City" of old Bay State, she has speedily made many warm friends among lieutenants, as well as orderlies. Having been a recent graduate of Taunton's best hospital, she considered that her services in France were essential if the Allies were to win the war. Unfortunately, she was first assigned to a hospital where the American staff is so hopelessly English that they wear British uniforms. Accordingly she is often tempted to discard the "petite chapeau" of the American nurse and don a center-table scarf, which is so easily fashioned into the nursing veil of the British sister. Any of her friends who chance to visit the fair metropolis of Bristol County, "après la guerre" are cordially invited to drop around at 50 Broadway, where "high tea" (consisting of tea, scones, butter, jam) will be observed at 5 P. M. daily.



129 Jewett Street, Newton, Mass.

Very appropriately called "Dot," not because of the impression she makes, but on account of her lack of size. Universally known for her punctuality, which is only equaled by her willingness to accept advice never followed. Being "truly wise" she does as she pleases, and wisely confides in no one, which confidence is never betrayed. Sherlock Holmes may some day be called on the scene and unearth and certain of it that so far "little Dot" has gotten away with much. Her faults may be many (most of us see them not), but their numbers are certainly small in comparison with her numerous friends. It is sincerely hoped that her trip home will not be delayed by the loss of R. E. C. (pocket edition), as it is impossible for her to travel without it.



20 Charlesgate West, Boston, Mass.

A wonderfully efficient nurse, quiet and retiring, but underneath her professional finish was a heart of gold. A pal of Roy Foster's, which will not be used against her. Waited until our first reunion before she took a joy ride with the enlisted men.



East Chelmsford, Mass.

None of Miss Devine's admission cards were ever returned from the office for completion as she never failed where information was required. A keen sense of humor and without an equal in the unit for tact. Her name had the approval of F Hut.



207 19th Avenue, Duluth, Minn.

Sister Phyllis Dacey is a girl we all admire,
Her cheery disposition and her talents do not tire.
We could write a disquisition on her smile and on her hair,
But we leave that space for others, for others need our care.



North Easton, Mass.

"Al," one of the originals, joined up in May, 1917, and has been doing her bit every day since. Like most of us, she has not yet learned to like army life, but then her sunshiny disposition would carry her through any ordeal. Her happy laugh is famous. Despite her stay over there she remained truly American and democratic, which accounts in part for her unusual popularity. "Al" as a nurse was always on the job, but seldom the first on the ward in the morning. She had a weakness for heavy surgical and was tireless in caring for her patients. As a "danseuse" "Al" is a shining light. She is of the "première classe."


HELEN J. EBBS ("Ebbsie")

Canton Street, North Easton, Mass.

It was the big blue ribbon day in Beantown; the store windows held the eye of even the color-blind passerby. The shadows of the flitting aeroplanes with their fascinating advertising boards shifted the shadows over the passing crowds. I stopped in front of the Tremont Street corner store to take in the latest spring styles. I overheard this conversation: "And do you ever see Ebbsie these days? She was a sweet old Red, wasn't she? And say, how did that affair of hers come out?" "O, you mean that Kalooper affair? I dinna ken, but I've heard that like the famous Johnnie Walker, it's still going strong." And I thought to myself, "The crowd still wonders."



35 Renwick Road, Melrose, Mass.

She is a quiet, thoughtful soul,
Her ways are easy in the rôle,
Of home sister she is a queen, we're sure,
She can't be beat.
Each meal brings on a new surprise,
We look at her with wonder in our eyes,
We envy those who live with her at home,
'Twould be a treat.


LOUISE G. FISKE ("Fiskey")

79 Summer Street, Rockland, Me.

One of Maine's soldiers, always prompt on getting off duty, whether for regular or buckshee time. Would much rather dance than work, is full of life and laughter and bubbling over with the joy of living.



706 Huntington Avenue,
Roxbury, Mass.

Her nickname should have been "Camouflage" for she got away with it the prettiest of any one. Behind a high-brow appearance of intellectual supremacy to all human frailties, her heart fluttered as quickly as any one's at Cupid's advances. Particularly was it noticed that she had a failing for naval colors---especially that of the English Navy. Of course she didn't spurn khaki, and it is known that her heart has swayed dizzily at times between the navy and the army. For further information into the intricacies of the feminine heart, ask "Fletch" the meaning of beautiful. When asked what she intended to do "après la guerre," she confessed that, noticing a lack of something romantic in Boston's atmosphere, she had decided to erect a gipsy tent on Boston Common---where she will propound to all comers the mysteries of the future---in tea leaves or cards, as you desire perhaps establishing a rendezvous of inestimable value to the Commonwealth of Boston. She hopes Boston is not too unappreciative or impervious to her altruistic motives.



R. F. D. No. 3, Newark, Ohio

Graduate St. Luke's Hospital, New York City. Joined unit May 9, 1917. December 9, 1918, invalided to England, subsequently to U. S.



6 Highland Street, East Gloucester, Mass.

Hitherto, the outside world has known Gloucester only for its boneless codfish; but we know more now. Gerry has proven herself to be versatile and possessed of modest, kindly ways. In fact, she's taken many a man's breath away. We can't think of a better way of going to sleep than to have Gerry hold our head.



8 Colleston Road, Brookline, Mass.

"Auntie" was a philosopher and after a prodigious amount of research work, carried out, undoubtedly, sometime before her advent into the army, believed that the world owed her a penny. Much time and great labor failed to convince her that the case could be otherwise. Became very ailing when baffled by army regulations, during an attempt to recover her possession from the Quartermaster Department. Miss Gregg and eighteen other nurses left the unit in September, 1918, for duty with Mobile Hospital No. 6. Her health improved there and restored her to us in January, 1919, again well and healthy. Devoted and faithful service rewarded her by appointment to the grade of Brigadier General in charge of the huts, where she successfully waged a pellet campaign for many months against General Rundown, Major Leadswinger and other ranks of the Army of Indisposition. Entering into another branch of experimental investigation discovered that floor-scrubbing and bed-making made different temperatures drop unexpectedly. An accomplished singer, provided one was not near enough to hear her sing.



Peter Bent Brigham Hospital, Boston, Mass.

Miss Hall sat in the matron's office. Most securely was this official chair fastened down with magnetism of wisdom, spikes of discipline and bolts of judgment. The Oriental before it was of a sharper hue than that found in the C. O.'s office, and many a wish that its threads might part and unveil a fathomless pit beneath was lost upon it. The desk, too, was in its very own proper place. Green shades stretching half way to the top of the window frames in the doors astutely clung to glass-headed thumb tacks at each end, and carefully concealed secret developments of profound importance, all strategically momentous to one and seventy-nine white capped army nurses. The fire on the hearth back of the sanctum seat roared violently in ill and chilly winds and heralded cloudless skies with bright sparks of purpose and joy. Through it all the austere presence of a praiseworthy leader of men stalked above the mantelpiece. Then softly and quietly the rusty hinges by the green shades bore their weight to a close one sad spring morning, never to open again to the touch of this guest.



Springfield Hospital, Springfield, Mass.

"K" came over as a very quiet and shy person, but the war quickly demonstrated that this was only a bit of camouflage on her part. During the first part of our stay we could not get a line on her because she lived on night duty. After getting back to the daylight, however, she still retained a great liking for the night hours and the secret history of the unit would reveal many other ways of entering the Marine Hotel than through the conventional locked front door. Besides being an atrocious flirt with a string of admirers in every camp, "K" is most noted for her fondness for dancing; aviators, luxury and ease. She enjoys being languidly tired out. We predict that the rest of her life will be spent in going to Harvard-Yale games---for which she already has the arrangements, and trying to straighten out the tangled and perplexed callers who all arrive at the same time. You should keep a card index, "K"---Have a heart!



Mercy Hospital, Baltimore, Md.

At church, at work, or at fun,
She goes like a Yank at the Hun.
She never stays quiet when orderlies riot
But keeps every one on the run.



Fitchburg, Mass.

Perhaps more than any other member, it may be said of "Hawks" that she has been the "spark of life" to the unit. To enter into details regarding her extraordinary versatilities would require more space than the law allows. Whether at work on the wards, at the piano, or whether attending regularly Sunday service, she has always played the game with that sunshiny spirit which is part and parcel of her make-up. We wept when she went away with the Mobile Unit, but received her back with untold rejoicing.



9 Hewlett Street, Waterbury, Conn.

Always on the job, often when it meant no "hours off" and even no P. M . But she should be satisfied that she did more than was "required" of her, and so gained the respect of those who worked with her, and inspired them with a determination to stick and see the work done, and done right. An army of Hep's patients will never know that the reason she had no gold-filled pockets when she returned home was that her exchequer brought them fruit, real eggs (in place of half-hatched chicks) and other dainties which kept their body and soul together in their direst times. Hep was a good sport away from duty as well, always ready for a trip, a leave in the South, or a picnic nearer Boulogne, when she would delight her friends with shadow-pantomime.



25 Astor Street, Boston, Mass.

Had all the outfit been of Miss Jefferson's caliber the efficiency and good reputation of Base Hospital No. 5 would have increased even more than it did. She was thoroughly conscientious and did her work well, spite the fact that the nurses were continually confronted with tasks of the severest kind, calling for courage and strict devotion to duty. Nobody ever remembers seeing Miss Jefferson without a pleasant smile or a cheery word for all.



Alexandria, Va.

Early in the career of Jeff among us she gained the title of the haughty Southerner. She has never been able as yet to live down this reputation, and has insisted on holding herself so aloof that few of us felt we knew her. Nor have Sam Brownes been more favored. All in all we can't but like that Southern drawl. Her real specialty is holding hands---so that she can now lay claim to the auction bridge championship of the world.



703 N. Belwood Avenue, Baltimore, Md.

"Kary" is a right smart person, but terribly noisy. Have you ever heard her laugh at a movie show? She always will maintain that the office force was efficient, and that she always got what she wanted, even from the wardmasters.



Tomkins Avenue, Rosebank, N. Y.

They called her "Warbler," for she sang
While working and while playing,
And some declared that when she'd bang,
The saints all stopped their praying.
But "Tommie" loved her happy tone,
It helped to keep him cheerful,
And when he found the ward alone
It made poor "Tommie" tearful


ALICE L. LAKE ("Arliss")

University Hospital, Ann Arbor, Mich.

In December, 1917, "Arliss" undertook night patrol work along that part of the coast of France bounded by the Plage du Casino. About the same time she also began the study of French and the manufacture of "best ever" fudge. Her favorite hymn was, "Let the lower lights be burning," although she displayed deep emotion on hearing "Lights out." She was frequently seen in company with the O. D., and was not averse to strolling towards the beach with a member of the guard. Her most familiar quotations were "The C. O. says" and "What orderly have you on to-night?" Puzzles were her chief pastime, especially the bed-count.



40 Lundberg Street, Lowell, Mass.

"Alsace" hails from the town of fine texture and fast dyes. We find her a jovial, goodhearted personality and an excellent nurse. A charter member of the "Lorry Hopping Crew," who could never wait for French suburbans and specials, as they seldom ran. A member of Mobile Unit No. 6, of Argonne fame. "Alsace" always saw the boys right. A weary "buck" could always find a cup of coffee and toast on her ward after a weary siege of convoy duty. M. Antony said, "To be ambitious is a grievous fault," but who said anything about being confined to quarters for condescending to dance a few steps with a buck at our officers' farewell party. Food for thought.


MARION E. LEARY ("Senorita")

Grove Street, South Braintree, Mass.

Senorita Leary is not the least bit interested in Home Rule for Ireland. She is, however, keenly interested in the progress of Bolshevism in Mexico. It is understood that she, with two stretcher bearers, accompanied President Wilson's peace envoy in 1916 to confer with Pancho Villa at Chihuahua. It is not known, officially, what became of the envoy and two bearers. Rumor has it that Senorita Leary returned to Washington with a choice bunch of Mexican cactus as a present from the Bandit Villa to President Wilson.



151 Pearl Street, Newton, Mass.

I was teaing at the Marine, Boulogne-sur-Mer. I had won the "rep" of reading tea leaves, but was noted for telling present circumstances rather than future. Peggy Leavitt offered me her cup. This is what I saw: "Peg, I see a tall, dark man very close to you. You are in a large crowd of friends who think very well of you, but this dark man in uniform is more prominent in your life, Peggy dear, than the others. He seems to be 'holden' you. There is a journey for you across the water and this man sticks right to you all through the journey---and then some." "O," sighed Peg, "such a relief. Perhaps he will not have to stay over to turn in hospital equipment, after all."



Bucks Hill, Waterbury, Conn.

Queenie arrived late. That is, she was one of the recruits. Where she got her name is a mystery, for we can't truthfully say that she is "such a little one." At any rate we will give her the title as gloom chaser. When Fritz began to threaten us with annihilation last spring, Queenie decided to go up to the front and change his mind. As heavy-weight champion of the Mobile Unit her smile is still as bright and good-natured as ever.



Gordon Lodge, Usrbiton, Surrey, England

As soon as we arrived in Camiers, Fluff became famous. Her curls were well known all over camp. She was frequently seen on the hills and sand dunes, while ambulance trains knew her well. We won't say that she never broke rules, but she was seldom caught. Although not a card player, she was expert at the game of hearts. Some folks always insisted that her main occupation was making curls, but she really did some nursing. Being a loyal American she did her bit to strengthen the cause of the Allies by affiancing an Englishman.



72 Highland Avenue, Salem, Mass.

One of the best. Blonde of hair, fair of face, but undersized and puny in general build. "Peppy" in manner and bubbling over like a bottle of soda water with enthusiasm, but retaining her good disposition even with orderlies. A good rooter and campaign agent in the financial world and author of "How to smuggle shell cases into America."



Stuart, Va.

Little Nancy, we know, does not tower very high,
But her heart is as big as can be,
She is good to the boys, and when she passes them by,
Their little hearts flutter with glee.

On duty or off she has ever a smile,
And a very pleasant way,
Back home in the States, though it's many a mile,
We all hope to meet her some day.


EDNA K. MOIR ("Little Moir")

224 Hillside Avenue, Waterbury, Conn.

Calm and placid as a rainy night in a time of air raids. Has a good opinion of the whole world except herself, the bump of self-conceit in her head being but a vacuum. Kindly to every one but her own feelings. She still reproaches herself for having forgotten to take a patient's temperature five years ago, and weeps over the dear old horses who gave their lives that she might eat bully beef. She lives, moves and has her being in her profession. Lucky patients! Young man, catch the "flu."



9 Parkman Street, Westboro, Mass.

Bill's favorite flower is the mimosa. I wonder why? By the way, isn't that the national "anthem" of Australia? Did you know that William kept a delicatessen store---on the side---always on the side, too, or in the back somewhere? In fact, we guessed that those numerous packages that came in the mail must have been cakes from Bill's ma, though we never got the chance to praise ma's cooking. Bon voyage, Bill. Wish you could sail with the C. O. C.'s.



45 Ridgemont Street, Brighton, Mass.

A fixture in the operating room for the last few months of our sojourn abroad. An accomplished person in the art of repartee, especially with the M. D.'s in their daily rounds. An authority on the most pleasant routes for evening strolls in the Boulogne sector. One of the most popular of the A. N. C.



53 Walnut Street, Somerville, Mass.

Graduate Anna Jacques Hospital, Newburyport, Mass. Joined unit May 7, 1917. Returned with unit. Served as Night Supervisor from June 1 to November 1, 1917.



Aspinwall Avenue, Brookline, Mass.

I often think of my bunk buddie,
In the iron days of war,
When we dined on fancy doughnuts
And drank our coffee raw.

And I think of the day
When the gas shells whizzed by,
And then, as we heard the alert
And scrambled for masks, I heard

My poor bunkie assert,
"Oh, girls, this string has a knot
I fear I can ne'er undo,
I'll die with gas; it's all I ask,
Tell E. C. I'm Nappo."



108 Calhoun Street, Springfield, Mass.

Eva J. Parmalee is one of our trio of red-blondes. On first acquaintance one might be dazzled by the illumination from her coronet of auburn hair, but very soon you discover that this effect is caused by her brilliant mind. Her retiring disposition tends to make her hide her light under a bushel, so to speak; however, at the critical moment she has proven capable of kicking over the bushel and rising triumphantly with the military medal. Her resolute mind makes her quite capable of breaking certain "iron-clad army rules." I am sure the boys will regret this knowledge coming too late. Of her professional qualities I might add she ranks with the first in efficiency---calling for the admiration, gratitude and even devotion from all her patients from the "lions" to the "darlings." When it comes to administering to their needs she is never en retarde but, sad to relate, the reverse proves true when traveling in France, on leave.



50 Bolingbroke Grove, London, England

Paxie, the demure little lady of English birth. Always quiet and reserved, we know very little to write about Paxie except that she lived nine years in the U. S. A. and joined our A. N. C. when our country went to war. She served faithfully until her dainty feet refused to carry her, and then she had the novel experience of going to England, "H. S. B." In a recent letter from her telling of her delight at being discharged in the land that gave her birth she says she hopes some day to return to the U. S., for it "surely is God's own country."



26 Whitten Street, Dorchester, Mass.

Terrible she appears as her tall form stalks commandingly through the various wards, measuring with scrutinizing eye just how far each dressing tray and bed corner falls below the ideal. And woe to the hapless nurse who has tried to be "original" in her uniform. Yet when off dress parade, our Assistant Matron shows she has a kindly heart and, what is more, a hand willing to help when work comes thick and fast. Nay, and if it be not sacrilegious to observe the weaknesses of hospital matrons, one might perchance breathe into the ear of one's most trustworthy friend that those wonderful gold and silver leaves, eagles and stars dazzle her eyes as well as those of humbler people.



c/o Mrs. Emma Petersen,
Amboy Road, Tottenville, L. I., N. Y.

The littlest Pete is a clever child who originally hailed from Denmark. However, she would have had a greater reputation for cleverness had she, when moving to the States, adopted Boston, instead of New York, as her home town. Have you ever seen the dolls, who, when their strings are pulled, say, "Mamma, Papa" When you pull the little "Pete's" strings she says: "When are we going home?" To reply "Next week" quiets her as a stick of candy quiets a child. Despite her failings, she will be badly missed when swallowed up in that wicked metropolis.



Amboy Road, Tottenville, N. Y.

Repeat set out to see France and any nice officer that came along. The first trip was to Nice and it is said that she was the "First American Lady" to enter that town. Biarritz came next, but we should like to know, why it was necessary to change hotels so often? Of an inventive turn of mind, Repeat placed upon the market cloth shoulder bars. Their great advantage is that they do not become entangled with one's hair.



Summit, N. J.

Most people may remember Polly as a quiet little girl,
But get her on a picnic and you will see her in a whirl.
It was only Happy Valley, with its magic wand so bold,
That could change Pollyanna---this I have been told.



Summit, N. J.

Efficient and as agreeable as any nurse of Unit No. 5. A favorite of the personnel and patients. A diligent worker with due amount of intuition. Her worth was realized when she worked with the experienced southern nurses at Mobile No. 6. Strong in her likes and dislikes, one of her dislikes being the so-called drastic regulation of the army, which she defied by her afternoon parties and coffee at all hours on the ward.


GOLDA G. PRICE ("Priceless")

Walburt Apartments, Baltimore, Md.

She's little, but, oh my!
She's a terror for her size.
"Priceless" has proved that nice things come in small packages.



80 Center Street, Concord, N.H.

The surgeons were often amazed to find Miss Ranney had anticipated what they would order for a patient and had already given it. She was a stickler on regulation and had some very attractive issue uniforms, but never felt fully dressed without a cane. She was famed as an orderly trainer, and orderlies graduating from 1B were in demand throughout the Casino, provided they lived. She enjoyed universal popularity.



20 Charlesgate West, Boston, Mass.

A short, dark-complexioned bit of femininity possessed equally of an irresistible, delicate charm to allure the most strongly averted and of a crushing mien to make a general feel like a buck private. Well versed in all branches of politics and undoubtedly will declare her intentions to run for governor's chair on the Republican ticket early next fall. System in all matters pervaded her domain and constant portions of counsel administered to recalcitrant serfs attained her much fitting distinction. For some time closely associated with the head of the Quartermaster Department until it was discovered that stubbornness offsets all tender implorations and even courteousness. Fond of dancing and not the least skilful among the A. N. C. in this art. According to her own statements, not desirous of any matrimonial adventure at present---merely a friend of us all.



11 Park Road, N. W., Washington, D. C.

My remembrance of Tyldesley Sands is, of course, as she looked up in her sky parlor, perched before a would-be fire in her Jaeger dressing-gown eating chocolate.

You remember her perhaps in faultless attire of military blue, neatly, high-dressed neck, scarf slightly darker than her hair, eyes very blue and manner aristocratic. She is describing her farthest and latest lorry adventure, and pictures in school-girl hyperbole her new-found friend the colonel as "a sweet old thing" and refers to the driver as a "perfect dear." Indeed the pleasure on the colonel's part is quite sincere and his feeling is openly shared by Major A, Captain B, Lieutenant C, and Rear-Admiral D. If they behave well they will receive invitations to the dances. If they do not, it is Miss Sands who will set them right! But to be reminded by her of your fault is a process best described in French; that of "breaking lumps of sugar on your. back."

Tyldesley adores dancing, but her favorite dance is the lorry-hop. When Sister Sands was mentioned in despatches for her bravery during an air raid and received a letter of congratulation from General Pershing, she said "nothing to nobody." So much for her modesty. And has no faults? Oh, beaucoup! I am sure, but somehow they do not seem to stick out very much. She is independent---almost haughty---but you don't mind it. And on duty? She is faithful and professional---popular alike with patients and orderlies. To Miss Sands, I may say, no linen shelf is so neat that it can't be made neater, no pile is so straight that it can't be made straighter.



Annapolis, Md.

To Sed
you said,
"Nuff sed."
I said,
"Oh, Sed!
Has anybody here seen Kelly?" Ma dear!



423 E. 22d Street, Baltimore, Md.

A nurse whose pleasing ways always made a ward cheery. How many of the personnel found sickness almost a pleasure on 2A! Miss Shepperson was detached from the unit for some little time while recovering from an infected hand. She rejoined the unit, however, in time to return home with the original detachment.



210 N. Main Street, Waterbury, Conn.

Graduate Waterbury Hospital, Waterbury, Conn. Joined unit July 18, 1917. Returned with unit.



72 Pennsylvania Avenue, Rosebank, Staten Island, N. Y.

A very quiet, but wonderfully efficient young lady. In addition to her numerous duties in a difficult ward she has acted as consultant to the Dental Department.



347 W. 55th Street, New York City

Another blonde with shining head. But beneath her bright hair is the far more important light of a cheerful and kindly smile, which beams upon her patients as she takes those eternal temperatures and "Laddies" them liberally. Yet this lady can turn with ease from sodium sal to a Rembrandt etching. Come all ye that thirst for disquisitions on a fragile Chinese jar or a bit of rose point lace, for here shall ye feast without money and without price. Not all her time, however, is spent in exquisite aesthetic ecstasies, for are not all blondes proverbially popular? True, indeed, and what salon can rival that in 2A, surpassing in numbers the crowds that used to frequent there the tables of "petites chevaux."


ALMA C. SMITH ("Smithie")

507 Tenth Street, Columbus, Ga.

It is on duty that Smithie shines. Neat, quick and capable, she reduces a mountain of work to a mole hill in short order. In fact, order with Smithie is almost a passion. Some people with such a passion would grow thin, but not she! She is too placid. She views with too much satisfaction the heap accomplished, and besides, Smithie never wastes motions---or words I was going to say---but that is not quite true. '

When at rest, there is always a fly in the clear amber of her content; there is too little salt in the soup, too much red tape in the army, too many people too hard to please---and Miss Smith objects volubly.

But these are little flies. Bombs are big flies, and they turned poor Alma's heart sick. Her voice was not heard in an air raid. She was dumb with terror.

Altogether feminine, Alma is a très bonne companion and is happy as long as you do not ask her to leave her little corner to come into the limelight.



University of Maryland Nurses Club,
15 Carey Street, Baltimore, Md.

Among the recent citations for steady behavior in air raids "O. A. S.," outshines the name of Barbara, not the "Barbara Frietchie" of Whittier's poem, but another Barbara more often called "Stouf." Yes, Barbara also stars as the "Ace of the Dance Hall," so much so that when our gallant C. O. chose a partner for one of the leading social dances, "Stouf" was the lucky one. But her frequent practice no doubt is partly responsible for her wonderful dancing, for as soon as those French 75's on the hill went "bang," Barbara was fox-trotting à la vite to the abri; always one of the first.



2306 Grove Avenue, Richmond, Va.

Everybody knows M. Elizabeth Taylor, F. F. V. Her ancestors were fighters, and Elizabeth herself is a little inclined to argue. She is witty and a constant tease. A great reputation for coffee making, however, covers a multitude of sins. Let us add that she is Baptist bred and Baptist born, but not, we hope, a Baptist dead and a Baptist gone.



West Newbury, Mass.

Graduate Anna Jacques Hospital, Newburyport, Mass. Joined unit May 7, 1917. Invalided to U. S. August 21, 1917.



Toronto, Canada

There is many a sparkle of wit and of grace,
That lives in her tongue and shows in her face,
But if you could have seen her when stationed at Brievy,
I'd doubt if you'd known that sad girl, dearie me.

The change that was wrought when she came to the Base,
Could hardly be pictured and hung in its place.
Were it not for the friends that supply all the gossip,
And tell us the news for a twopenny tip.



Wellfleet, Mass.

A blonde, but otherwise all right; one of the few who had the courage of her convictions enough to treat the enlisted men as equals, and in consequence was straffed for the military effect. But we will always remember you, "Truly," as one of our best friends. Perhaps when we meet in after years to talk over the old days, Miss Lake won't be there to report us.



Central Club, E. 45th Street, New York City

Her worst enemy, if she has one, could not accuse her of being cattish, though according to Jody's views no greater compliment could be paid her, as she is still hunting for the man she could like as well as she does her cat. We are rather afraid of telling a nonsensical joke to her, as instead of a laugh, we'd probably get a " pshaw, there's no sense in that." Certain it is that she has more than her share of what is sometimes called "horse sense." .



2230 Ruskin Avenue, Baltimore, Md.

She is some fortune teller. She can read the cards just as easy as saying the alphabet. I asked her to tell my fortune. She told me that I was going on a long journey. The next day I was confined to camp for a week. She told me I was going to be sick. I was. It was the night before Christmas. Also, that I would receive some money. I did. I was paid three days afterwards. As I remarked before, she is some fortune teller.



23 E. North Avenue, Baltimore, Md.

To place this individual has required time; but after careful searching we find her to be closely allied to the Gray Squirrel Family. Those who have worked beside her will be quick to note the resemblance. Keen and alert she scurried about, never missing a closet or hidden corner. Even arts and crafts could not tempt her. But when all was neat and in order her one delight was to whisk away to her own wee nest, and gleefully chirp and wink as she nibbled away at a goodly store of nuts.



15 Hurd Road, Brookline, Mass.

Say, if there weren't a few people in our unit like Betty Walsh from Beantown we might think what they say about that high-brow town was true-20 below zero all year round. Betty is so full of that diabolical stuff called "pep " that she bubbles over occasionally. But then---it's refreshing. Gee, Bet, when you joined the A. E. F. there were some long faces "en face du Casino." We felt our jay-bank had been located and we had been robbed of the "youngster" of the A. N. C.'s. Ask Pete who roomed next door to "Salle des B" if there was any evidence of youthful hilarity next door. Betty, we all agree when we say

"I never heard her say a word      
That made a man grow smaller."



24 Valley Street, Orange, N. J.

Graduate Orange Memorial Hospital, Orange, N. J. Joined unit May 9, 1917. Returned with unit.


RUTH M. WEEKS ("The Mouse" "Miss Squeaks")

9 Higgins Street,
Auburndale, Mass.

Miss Squeaks is a demure looking and (in public, at any rate) acting little lassie, and she would be a great help on the ward if she did not drink so. (No, you're wrong. It's only coffee.) Besides eating candy and drinking coffee, Miss Squeaks excels in walking, spending money for presents for her friends, and going to church of a Sunday. Mac, you'd better make hay while the sun shines---if you don't get her you'll regret it always. And you're not the only one after her, either. Oh, Ruth, if money only grew on trees!


GRACE WILDAY ("Highborn")

6 Green Street, Elizabeth, N. J.

Grace has seen more of this war than most of us, having served with distinction in German, Russian and American hospitals. A nurse par excellence, a true blue friend. It was a pleasure to be on the same ward with her. Even Grammatic was content with orderly work on her ward.



Waterbury, Conn.

"Billie" divides her big heart between her patients and the teapot. Aside from these she is oblivious to most things in the world. Her face is usually like a sunny June day, but occasionally it becomes as overclouded as a bleak day in December. She runs about hither and thither and wrings her hands, and worries not, for has she not suddenly remembered that three days ago she took pulse of a patient for only 15 seconds? It is at such times when tortured by the memories of great duties neglected that she gives way to hard drinking---of tea. Then when she is excited by this powerful beverage, her tongue becomes as active as her conscience is usually.



390 West Street, Annapolis, Md.

If Margaret ever needs a recommendation, and consults the operating-room force of Base Hospital No. 5, there will be such an influx of documents, one will be sorry she spoke. Like Casey at the bat, "She's made a hit," socially as well as professionally. If you don't believe "Wolgie" is a good sport, go on leave with her. When we say Margaret C. Wohlgemuth, we mean one of the biggest girls in any unit. We don't mean size alone, for there are other things that have been called "big" in this war.



Springfield Hospital, Springfield, Mass.

Mary has a little lamb,
    Its name is energy,
And everywhere that lambie leads,
    Our Mary's sure to be.
She followed in the O. R.
    Through morning, noon and night,
She followed over hill and dale,
    As long as it was light,
She followed o'er the battlefields,
    She followed on to Lille,
And spite of all that followed that,
    Our Mary follows still.

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