I wish Uhad a junk, 'A proper Chinese junk With a: painted eye to steer by, And patches on the sail I'd drift across the moon, {nto her, she will carry on til she drops. At least that fins been the feeling of all nurses T have known. The personal factor as between nurse trid patient is so vital, that you can no more arbitrarily. restrict her hours than you can those of a sailor at sea, with his ship in a storm, What nurses may justly ask for is boiler pay, decent pensions in old age, and above all, in their Ioisure hours hot to be hedged round with irritating rules as if they were glels of criminal tendencies in reformatories, A proper picture-moon Like the kind you find on lamp-shades, Or ina fairy-tale.
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