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Nursing at the French Front

Some of them are of noble birth, some of them
are distinguished scholars, some are the heads
of large business houses, some are ploughboys,
and many are priests. Some are good, some
indifferent, and, alas ! some are bad. But
then, to put it mildly, nursing is not a man's
profession. A home without a mother, it is
generally agreed, is a dismal failure : a hospital
— who could describe it !



It was after the battle of the Marne. The
writer of this article had gone to France on
receipt of a telegram from French friends
asking her to " come and help." Added to a
deep love for France, where she had received
part of her education, this writer realized, per-
haps better than the average Englishwoman,
how terribly France must suffer during the
war. She had lived with French friends, who
had for years to exist under the nose of the
arrogant Huns. She knew that France had
to defend herself against an implacable enemy,
that, ready or not, she had to hold a battle
line of over five hundred miles until her allies
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Women War Workers
were organized and able to give her substantial
assistance.
