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Show 165 Nurses. It was a wholly autocratic society, disciplined to the utmost degree, laced into a corset of rules and regulations. The four words we heard most, and incessantly, were: "You are not allowed " I had two room mates, Celia Woolley, voluble and effervescent, sweet-mouthed and full of laughter, from Paris, Idaho, and Bertha Zaugg from LeGrande, Oregon, petite and doll-like. I looked at her and asked: "How did you get in? I thought they had to be eighteen. " "How old do you think I a m ? " she countered. "Sisteen, " I said. She laughed heartily and continued unpacking. "I am twenty-six, " she said, but she was the youngest twenty-six I ever saw, and had lived the most sheltered life. She had never had a date, been allowed to wear make-up. Her street clothes were hopelessly old-fashioned, though beautiful, and her coming into training was an open act of rebellion and escape from a fiercely strict LDS father. "Father hasn't spoken to me since I decided to come, " she said, tears trembling on her lashes. Bertha cried easily, eyes always red-rimmed, We were all homesick. Our quarters were hall-connected rooms over the boiler room, and from its infernal depths rumbled the pipes and steam and grinding noises of heat night and day. We had a parlor and a piano. Our supervisor and "mother" lived with us, Miss Eagar, Josephine, from Eagar, Arizona. She was the most perfect lady I have ever seen, immaculate, disciplined and controlled, with clear, grey |