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# "An Echo of Château-Thierry" This story depicts a romance between a wounded soldier and an inexperienced female nurse during World War I (Château-Thierry was a major 1918 battle). The satire targets the rapid mobilization of untrained women as nurses due to wartime labor shortages—she admits to "camouflaging" her way into the job despite having no medical experience, only dance training. The social commentary centers on class and gender: the soldier, revealed to be a gentleman through his "hands and voice," teaches her nursing while she gains confidence and purpose. The story's conclusion—his admission he's returning to the front—adds poignancy to their brief connection. The joke is gently ironic: war's chaos forced unqualified women into crucial roles, yet through determination and education, they became competent. The piece romanticizes rather than mocks this situation, suggesting war democratized society ("no more ladies and gentlemen—just men and women").

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“You've © Never Hap Mucn Experience As A Nurse, Have You?” An Echo of Chateau-Thierry By Tom L. Masson Illustrated by ! HE folded over the strip of lint into a long, thin ribbon—much too long—and then started to wrap up his head with it, tying it finally with a bow-knot. “That doesn’t seem quite right,” doubtfully. “You have too mach of it.” nd oh, dear! I forgot to put anything on it. would you advise? I have some nice bay rum— no, I believe that iodine is the thing. I have heard body speak of iodine. I wonder if it’s all right to pour it on just as it is?” He watched her with languid interest, head on the pillow. “You've never had much experience as a nurse, have you?” he asked. “Well—no; and I suppose you are very wound i is only a slight one—now aren't you? aturally; how. did you manage to get in at all “Oh, you mustn't tell, but I camouflaged. They needed nurses so badly, you know, and I got through somehow. Besides, [ am not so bad as you think. I can learn. “You'll have to learn—if you stay here. I you how to fix that bandage—There!_ Don’t you see? “Why, how wonderful! How did you learn?” “T thought I'd be a doctor once and I was ina hospital for six months. Then I gave it up— but I can teach you the main points. Have you a book?” “Yes, this little text-book. nurse gave it to me.” “Well, it’s no good by itself, but you get some material and I'll give you a lesson—first aid and so on.” “How wonderful of you! begin?” <¢ she said, his battered glad the et me show The head- When shall we LBERT HENCKE “Now—any time—whenever you come around we'll go over the groundwork. I ought to be here a few days.” In the course of five days, under his instruction, she had become quite proficient. “Pretty good,” he said, encouragingly, “considering. You never did much before, did you?” “You mean in the way of real things like this? Well, no, I suppose not. I never had to. I used to dance a good deal, and have a dandy time. But when the war came on I tried to get a job becausc—well, of course you understand—and there wasn’t anything I'd learned how todo. But I was lucky enough to get in as a nurse’s helper. My! But you’ve done something for me. I was awfully nervous at first. The doctor— he knew I wasn’t much good. He said, ‘What's the use? She’s a human being.’ Wasn't that great? Imagine him calling me a human being—just like that.” “Anybody else in your family in the war?” “No. Just Maw and Dad, and he was too old. I guess they miss me; but I’m awful glad I got in. It’s something to be doing, anyway. You're a gentleman, aren’t you? I could tell it by your hands and your voice, right away.” “And you're a lady!” “Say! [learned a lot after I got into the war.” ‘Tell m “Some of the boys are—rough stuff Oh, they’re all good. I’m crazy about them but I guess it’s education that counts.” “And maybe home life. But you know, really, there are no more ladies and gentlemen —just men and women.” “Yes; I get that all right.” “Then you have learned something, haven’t you? By the way, did you know I was going back to the front?” comicbooks.com