The Morgan City daily review. (Morgan City, La.) 1916-1920, 1917-05-31
THE ST. MARY HOSPITAL Al
PATTERSON.
Notes by One Who Was There.

From the screened gallery you
view the passing show. Autos, bug
gies, trucks, country wagons, milk
carts-the swift-the slow-the
busy-the idle, up and down, down
and up, all day and part of the
night.
Green trees nod to each other
along the way, ivy climbs around the
windows and chimneys; ferns grow
in fancy pots on the porches, and
there's a breeze on the gallery and a
big oak on the lawn. The ancient
mail carrier comes here and often
the paper boys.
Our party on the gallery have
wheel chairs. This is mark Of dis
tinction. The gentleman on my left
has a crushed foot. 1t is not so
pretty if it is big, but he seems to
be quite proud Of it. He is furnished
with a little bell to prevent his get
ting away; on my right is dear old
lady who wears my favorite laven-
der. She tries to tell me that there is
something the matter with her head.
l don't believe word of it and she
says she is very nervous and can't
remember-what! You? Don't you
believe it! Why the section houses
were painted yellow and the railroad
ran into the depot and stopped at
the Bay bank, and old man Dupuis
was there and the ships came in the
Norfolk-the Gussie, yes she says
and the Whitney, st. Mary and
Arkansas. Oh, yes-and l said you
were . pretty girl and danced. How
you did dance. Yes, yes, and who
played the fiddle-ach! l don't re-
member that was so years ago. Don't
tell me you don't remember.
"Dah! Dab! de lum turn a fiddle
um,
Dab! Dab! de ling tun a day."
Oh, yes, that was Vileon Theriot.
Yes, yes, and I could dance the Vir-
ginia reel good. How the old lines
faded from her cheeks and how her
eyes sparkled as she recalled the old
scenes, and vanished faces. Poor
humanity, God help US all, l am
tired. The angel child rolled me bed
ward. What blessing is sleep. The
gallery Gods wanted an evening per-
Torrance but no encores today. In
fact I was scared I asked the DR.. as
special favor to tell me what was
the matter with me. He closed the
door carefully and bent over me.
You had better know the worst, you
have my dear Sir, what is known
among the elect as the acute defra-
gination Of the caributeddy can't
gosis. My Coz and thought it was
only bots or hampers. No screen gal
lery for me. was even afraid my |
wheel chair would cut up like the |
wonderful one Hoss Shay" 50 II
stayed in bed and watched Capt. !
Freeman and his pipe and dog. The
dog is white and seems quite strong. |
The pipe is not white. 1t is over 80
years old-no-that's Capt. Free
man. His little string Of buildings
looks neat and ship shape. High over
head spreads giant oak, . few
flowers and vegetables adorn the
yard. In the early morning thru the
branches of the oak see dash of
vine color and deep orange. All day
long the little shadows creep about
the yard, till the light fails and the
Capt and the pipe and the dog dis
appear for the night.
One could weave dreams around
he life of this man. They say he is
he last Of his race.
"The messy marbles rest, on the
fps that he has prest in their bloom.
And the names he loved to hear,
lave been carved for many year,
N the limb"
What a variety Of night sounds
vander about a hospital. To begin
With there are about 96 buzzers
vhich buzz with different pitches
nd intensities. 'Scusin' the tele-
hone which goes all the time. Peo-
IL want things or think they do.
here is one particularly raucusI
uzzer that breaks into your medita-
ons almost anywhere. I believe that
asty must have water on the brain.
hen we hear signs Of every size and
rand; groans and grunts and
oans-special remarks and just
Uses, not catalog'd. Pipes gurgle