Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1906-05-12
THERED CR0SSHER0ES
Features of Hospital Work In
San Francisco.
T1RELEss SERVICE OF DOCTORS

| Night and Day, Without Rest, They
| ; Have Toiled BraSely on without
Hope of Reward Except Gratitude.
How "a CHEEKY Surgeon Qufeted Wo-
men Patients-Fornging In an Auto.
On one of the Oakland boats Red
Cross man had found room TO stretch
| himself out at full length, writes the
| San Francisco correspondent of the
| Kansas City Star under the date of
April 20. This boy, for he was moth
Ing more, was sound asleep, his head
on his arms. A man came through the
boat looking about anxiously. He
spied the Red Cross man and in q
minute he was at his side. Shaking
him roughly, Get up, quick" he said.
The boy turned over and, shaking his
head, burrowed into his improvised
couch.
Don't bother me-" he muttered
sleepily, I'm all i'm
But there's a sick woman over here
and we don't know where to take
her," persisted the man. The Red
Cross boy was on his feet in an instant
and followed the man without another
word. I saw him ten minutes later
helping to carry the sick woman off the
boat.
And speaking of the Red Cross, 1 am
minded Of the work which DIR. Lanter
man and his assistants a. the relief
hospital on jefferson square in San
Francisco are still doing. / went up
there again yesterday. / found that
great baseball fan and all around good
fellow, "Cud" Cook, in charge. Cook
may some day be one of the greatest
surgeons In the west, but the men who
know Will never call him anything but
"Cud." His other name Is Clarence.
Zine business" said he with q grin.
"Haven't had my clothes off for. seven
ty-two hours-been too busy. Did you
feel that earthquake shockf Wasn't she
peach? 1t scared the women up here
most to death. 1 had to tell 'em it was
an automobile blowing up. That's
new one; they swallowed it. Every
time there is a shock have to run into
the women's wards and quiet them
with some sort of story. I've got
woman In there with the heart disease
and if she thought there was going to
be another shock I'm afraid we'd lose
her"
/ went through the wards with Cook.
He showed me a very pretty little girl
about twelve years old.
I'm an ace with this kid" said Cud,
STOPPING down to smooth the tangled
hair and pat the brow and cheeks. Il
operated on her throat this morning."
he explained. Them to the child: 1T
said it wouldn't hurt you, sweetheart,
and it didn't, not bit In couple of
days you won't know you ever had
anything the matter with you. Feels
better already, doesn't it?"
Cooks best friends would have had
some trouble in recognizing him In the
man who knelt by the sick child's cot.
No woman's hand could have been gen
tier, and when he went away the little
girl followed him with her big, grateful
eyes.
This is the women's ward in here. |
Watch this woman grin at me. l fed |
her kid this morning, and she thinks |
I'm a wonder"
A pale little mother looked up at us |
and smiled, but her smile was for |
Cook.
You think you're awful cute, run
ming In here with that talk about autos |
blowing up, but you don't fool me.
That was an earthquake" and the wo-
man smiled again.
"I'll leave 1t to this gentleman" said
the resourceful Cud. Didn't your auto
blow up about ten minutes agoT And
what could do.
And then we saw the baby, q wee
mite, with its fists In its mouth. The
mother was very proud Of Il.
"Poor baby" said she, with a sigh.
81 guess he wonders what kind of
country he's come to. had to carry
him for almost a day before they
brought me here"
Think of it, you delicately nurtured
women, with babies never out Of the
nurses sight! This poor woman car
ried her week old child out of burn
ing home, tramping the crowded streets
until she dropped.
Is 1t any wonder that there Is work
for the Red Cross brigade in San Fran
cisco?
Then DIR. Lanterman came back.
''See here said he, don't you over
look my chief of the commissary. Jack
Adams is the boy who looks after the
larder for us. and we have all that the
market affords. Jack got to providing
around the wards the other day, and
he heard sick woman say that, she
wanted some chicken soup. Jack went
In our forty-fve horsepower White, and
when he came back he had three dozen
with him. I don't know
where he got them, but it's way he
has. and that night Cud Cook and Jack
sat up all night picking those chickens.
Jack went to sleep with his face in the
Antique suitor, but Spry.
John Durham of Terryville, Conn,
aged fifty-one. after buying farm at
Bristol, Conn, the other day arrayed