Body Diagrams and Atlas Charts for Doll Physicians

Left, We recommend, "The Body Atlas" for older children by Steve Parker. 
Full of anatomical illustrations for young students interested in learning about human 
anatomy. Right, we cut up the book jacket only, to paste it's clip art onto cardstock 
and to use these small posters in our doll's clinic.

       Print, cut and paste an anatomy chart  or medical illustration onto cardboard for a doll doctor's office using the free clip art below. A medical illustration is a form of biological illustration that helps to record and disseminate medical, anatomical, and related knowledge.

      Below are two diagrams of the body in black and white and one in full color. Gender is not included in the illustrations. 

       Children may print them out and hang them inside their doll hospital rooms, doll doctor's office, patient waiting rooms etc... Illustrations here are for play only. Do not take them and give them away from alternative websites or sell them for profit folks.

Body diagram, includes organs, front view, in black and white

Body diagram includes organs, in black and white, back view.

Body Atlas, frontal view, in full color.

 

The Following Free Topography Coloring Pages Are For Study of Human Anatomy:

• Color topography of Human Abdominal Areas
• Color the Blood Supply from Your Large Intestine
• Color the Human Heart
• Color topography of the Human Head, Neck and Pharynx

Plans

       No firecrackers, and no toy pistols!" exclaimed Ibee Brave to his Sister Soami, when she told him about the lesson given the girls' class the day before. "That's all right for girls, but I can't imagine boys on the glorious Fourth without firecrackers and pistols!"

       'You wait until you hear what Miss Helpem told us. Your lesson comes this afternoon, doesn't it change your mind," prophesied Soami.

       "Pooh!" exclaimed Ibee. "I bet I don't! of a fellow would I be, with a brother off with the troops in Mexico, if I were afraid of a toy pistol!"

       "Oh, dear me," laughed Soami, "you don't understand. It's not the pistol you ought to be afraid of; it's..."

       "Oh, say, talk sense, can't you?" exclaimed Ibee. "What are you driving at, anyhow?"

       'That's all for the present, class," replied Soami. tantalizingly, as she ran off with Angie, who had just appeared.

       Ibee decided to hunt up Tom Holden before going to class, to find out what he knew. But Tom hadn't heard anything about the question.

       "I don't see any harm in a few proper celebrations," said Tom. "What's Miss Helpem's idea, I wonder?"

       By the time the class assembled all the boys had heard something about "Miss Helpem's Fourth of July idea," and there was an unusual air of expectancy as the assistant nurse came into the class room carrying what do you think? a toy pistol, a bunch of tiny firecrackers, a bunch of medium-sized firecrackers, and some "giant cannon" crackers. Of course, they were very tiny, just the right size for Mary Frances' dolls. The "cannon" crackers were like the tinest real ones you ever saw.

       Miss Helpem had just laid them all on the little glass table near the little glass medicine closet, when Shesa Brave came in carrying a little cannon which would really "go off, if loaded."

       The boys certainly were surprised, for they thought they were to hear these very toys condemned.

       "Good afternoon, boys," smiled Miss Helpem, straightening her cap. "This is to be a very interesting lesson. It's our Fourth of July lesson, even though the Fourth doesn't come until next Tuesday. I hope we are all going to have a grand time on the Fourth. The girls' class have planned their part in the town event. Doctor Surecure is in charge, you know. He is planning a civic and patriotic celebration. I shall ask Miss Shesa to read you the program. You will notice that your space is left blank. That is, left open so that we may fill it in to-day. Now, Shesa, read if you please."

       Shesa read the Program for Fourth of July Celebration.

PROGRAM FOR FOURTH OF JULY CELEBRATION

10.00 A. M. Bugle Call to Village Green.

10.05 A. M. Music by Town Band.

10.10 A. M. Reading of Declaration of Independence. By the Mayor.

10.20A.M. Flag Raising. Singing: "Star Spangled Banner."

10.30 A. M. Parade Assembles.

11.00 A. M. Parade Moves:

• Up Main Street.
• Through River Avenue.
• Along Lake Drive.
• Down Main Street to Village Green.

Order of Parade: 

1. Master of Ceremonies on Horseback. 
2. Town Council on Horseback. 
3. Hearus Band. 
4. The Red, White and Blue. Borne by Six Boy Scouts.
   The Boy Scouts. (Who will arrange their own program.) 
5. Float: Camp Fire Girls. 
6. The Spirit of 70. 
7. Float: Our Veterans. 
8. Float: The Spirit of 1010. 
9. Floats: First Aiders: (a) Girls. (6) Boys. 
10. Future Citizens: 
11. Baby Parade.
12. Float: Our Hope. School House, over which the Dove of Peace hovers with outstretched wings, just under the American Flag. 
13. Decorated Dollsmobiles. (Best to be awarded a silver cup.)

Intermission.

2.00 P. M. Bugle Call to Village Green.

2.05 P. M. Music by Hearus Band. Reading of Lincoln's Address at Gettysburg. By the Mayor.

2.15 P. M. Work Horse Parade. & Pony Parade.

3.00 P. M. Prizes Awarded.

3.15 P. M. Singing "America."

3.30 P. M. Races:

• Sack Race.
• Three-legged Race. (By girls and boys.)
• Hurdle Race.
• Fencing Contest. (Between two boys.)

5. Flag Drill. By Boy Scouts and Blue Birds.

4.30 P. M. Music Hearus Band.

5.00 P. M. Regatta on Looking Glass Lake.

       In the evening, fireworks will be set off on the Village Green in front of Town Hall. Music by Hearus Band.

Notice to the Public.

       It will be unlawful to use firecrackers and toy pistols or blank cartridges. By order of the Town Council. 

Signed by THE MAYOR.

       "Some program!" commented Tom Holden.

       "But why not let us have firecrackers and toy pistols?" asked Ibee Brave.

       "Yes, Miss Helpem,why not?" asked half a dozen voices.

       "I am prepared for that question," smiled the assistant nurse. "If you will kindly open your note-books, I think by the end of this lesson you will understand that it is not because anyone wishes to deny you fun that you are asked not to use these little toys," pointing to the table, "but because well, after you have heard the lesson, I think you will know something about the danger from

GUNPOWDER WOUNDS

       Gunpowder is not antiseptically clean. It is very dirty because it contains so many of the deadly germs of lockjaw.

       This germ has such a terrible effect upon the body that if not destroyed in time, it causes the jaws to lock so tightly together that they cannot be forced open. Gradually the patient starves to death and finally dies in terrible convulsions of pain.

       Toy pistols, firecrackers, blank cartridges, being loaded with gunpowder are very dangerous playthings, and their use should be discouraged. Any physician or nurse will tell you that the hospitals have many deaths from tetanus (lockjaw) after the Fourth of July.

WHAT TO DO FOR POWDER WOUNDS

       See a doctor.

       Absolutely every wound of this character must be treated with anti-tetanic serum.

       If doctor is not seen immediately, paint with iodine and anoint with Vaseline: but the doctor must be seen.

       "We never understood the dangers before, Miss Helpem. Now, what will we have in that parade?" spoke up the scout patrol leader.

       "We need decide only about the float of the first-aiders," said Miss Helpem. "Your scout-master will confer with you scouts as to the other part of the program."

       "Oh, yes," rejoined the patrol leader; "but, Miss Helpem and Miss Shesa, have you thought out anything for our first-aiders' float?"

       "To confess the truth," laughed the nurse, "I think Miss Shesa has no less than twenty ideas. Will you make a few suggestions to the boys?" turning to her.

       "Miss Helpem has more ideas in a minute than I have in an hour," began Shesa, "but she thought one of my ideas good. It seemed to me that you boys might fix up an improvised first-aid tent on your float, leaving it on the Village Green after the parade. In case any real accident occurred, Miss Helpem could have at hand everything she needed for somebody might be foolish enough to get hurt. Then you could really do a little actual service by being at her call."

       "It sounds wonderfully important," said the patrol leader.

       "Only I do wish you boys had had some lessons in bandaging," commented Miss Helpem. "But we'll all do our best, anyway, and look forward with pleasure to those lessons."

       "Why couldn't we have a little chap all bandaged up, with that toy cannon at his feet and a string of firecrackers and a toy pistol in his hands, with a printed card on him saying, 'I used these toys on the Fourth and another little perfectly well chap all dressed in bunting, carrying a flag and holding a horn, bearing a sign, 'I didn't'?" asked the patrol loader.

       "That's a fine idea," said Ibee Brave, "but where do we come in?"

       "We? Oh, we... ' the patrol leader answered so lamely that everybody laughed. 

       "I can tell you, boys, a good way to be better prepared for important work," said Miss Helpem. "If you are willing to take two more lessons before the Fourth, I feel quite certain Miss Shesa will show you the simplest first-aid bandages. She has been taking a full course in first-aid at the hospital, you know. Then, on the float, you may adjust bandages to each other."

       "That's awfully kind of Miss Shesa," said the leader. "Will all you fellows come?"

       Everybody said yes, and the class was dismissed.

       "Say, I wonder what the girls are going to do," ex-

claimed Tom Holden suddenly on the way home.

       "That's so ! I wonder why we didn't ask? " said another boy.

       "I'll try to find out," said Ibee Brave. 

"That's a fine idea"

Introduction: Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, Plans,  13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 

A Sane Fourth of July

       Soami, what are the girls going to do in the parade on your float, I mean?" asked Ibee, yawning sleepily, as he stretched out in a steamer ehair near the hammock in which Soami rocked on the porch of the Brave family's cottage.

       "Just as though I'd tell you," yawned Soami in imitation of Ibee's manner.

       "Say, go on, tell me, won't you?" said Ibee. "I'll tell you a little about ours if you do."

       'Yum, yum," sang Soami. "I might possibly tell you a little you tell first."

       "Has Shesa anything to do with your plans? " asked Ibee.

       "Oh, so she's going to give you lessons in bandaging, too!" exclaimed Soami, realizing the next instant that she had given a secret away, but the "cat was out of the bag."

       Then Ibee began to laugh. "Caught you this time, Sister," he teased. "Shesa wouldn't give me a hint."

       "Anyhow, I think you were awful!" said Soami. "I'll watch out for you after this."

       'Tell me more? Please do," begged Ibee, but Soami had gone indoors where she felt safer.

       Shesa Brave taught the boys and girls so well that within the week they were quite familiar with the use of triangular bandages.

Triangular Bandages.

More ways to wrap triangular bandages.

TRIANGULAR BANDAGES

       Bandages cut in the form of triangles are the most useful first-aid bandages, for they are very readily adjusted, and may be applied to so many different uses; for instance:

1. To hold dressings (compresses) in place.
2. To support broken or fractured parts of the body (sling).

We will have on hand for our uses:

• One large triangular bandage, made from a piece of unbleached muslin one yard square. Cut the muslin across diagonally, as shown in "A."
• Two smaller triangular bandages, made by cutting a large triangular bandage across as in "B."

       Of course any piece of goods may be used for a bandage, even handkerchiefs or torn clothing; but we are speaking about the best kind of bandages to have ready for use.

NOTE. For triangular bandage for doll twenty-one inches high, cut a piece of soft muslin or lawn sixteen inches square. Cut across diagonally for one large triangular bandage. To make the small triangular bandage, cut across the remaining triangular piece.

Triangular bandages are used -

• Unfolded.
• Folded.

       When the triangular bandage is repeatedly folded on itself it becomes the "cravat" bandage.

       The triangular bandage, either unfolded or folded, may be used on any part of the body. The smaller triangles are used for the hands and feet and the jaw.

NOTE. In the ready-made first-aid packets will be found a triangular bandage, on which are printed sketches of the manner in which the bandage is applied.

       You may see how these bandages are used by looking at the picture, just below, of Rose Mary, Mary Frances' big dolly, which she bandaged so skillfully that all her friends felt certain that she had been taught by fairy teachers.

The girls appeared ready for the parade.

       If you practice putting these kinds of bandages on your dolls perhaps you will be able some day to help somebody who gets hurt, and seem yourself like a fairy to person whose pain you helped.

       The children became so enthusiastic in practicing the various methods of bandaging that it grew to be quite a joke in their homes. Many times they waylaid the various members of their families, whom they wouldn't lot go until they were bandaged to look like heroes from the battlefield.

       The boys tried in vain to find out what the girls' class had planned for their Fourth of July "float." They taxed their brains guessing, but no one was more surprised than they when the girls appeared ready for the parade, all dressed in nurses' outfits, decorated with a red cross, each carrying a big doll, bandaged, head, hand, arm, foot, in first-aid triangular bandages. In the center of the group, Mike, the Brave family's pet bulldog, was comfortably perched, swathed in bandages. Mike wore a largeplacard

which read: "See what fire crackers and toy pistols may do to you!" He seemed to enjoy this particular Fourth, however, more than any other the Brave family could remember.

       The boys did have three "real cases" for their first-aid hospital tent.

       A very foolish youth, notwithstanding the Mayor's warning, shot off blank cartridges from a revolver, frightening a horse nearby, which broke its halter and ran away, throwing the young man down so hard that he had to be taken to the first-aid tent with a broken arm.

       Ibee Brave and Tom Holden happened to be near, and were very proud as they bore the sufferer to the improvised hospital.

       They hadn't noticed in their excitement that a little boy had been wounded with the powder from the shot, and felt mortified when two members of the girls' class followed them into the tent with the little patient.

       Miss Helpem sent for Doctor Quickenquack, who set the big boy's broken arm and treated the little fellow's powder wounds.

       "The worst of it is, young man," said the doctor to the big boy, as he set the arm, "that not all the punishment came to yourself. If these powder wounds become serious for that youngster, you will be blame."

       "I didn't realize, Doctor," replied the young man. "I'll never need any further lesson after all this, and after I pay my fine."

       The other "case" was a lady who fainted when she saw the accident, and was quickly revived in the tent.

       "I really believe that this is the best Fourth of July celebration our town has ever known, Doctor," said the Mayor, complimenting Doctor Surecure upon the success of the day. " 'A sane Fourth,' as you said, will give more pleasure, if people will co-operate, than all the din of fire- crackers and thunder of powder. I'm sure we owe you and your able first-aid classes our vote of thanks."

       "Miss Helpem deserves all the credit for the first-aid help," replied the doctor.

       "Indeed no, thank you, Doctor," laughed Mary Frances Helpem, coming up at that moment. 'To the boys and girls of the classes belongs that praise."

Introduction: Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, A Sane Fourth of July,  14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 

X-rays for Your Doll Doctor's Office

X-ray images - An X-ray, or X-radiation, is a penetrating form of high-energy electromagnetic radiation.

 

       The following x-rays have been adapted for child play and do not show any body parts that reveal gender. There are both white and black backgrounds for each x-ray image. 

       These are for children to print freely, however, they are not to be redistributed from any alternative websites folks. They are the property of the Doll Coloring Book staff.

X-rays of a rib cage and x-rays of leg bones.

X-rays of lungs, a foot and a living skull.

X-rays of hands and a wrist.

X-rays of a rib cage and x-rays of leg bones.

X-rays of lungs, a foot and a living skull.

X-rays of hands and a wrist.

Hurrah for Our Hero!

       The Brave family were not the only people who admired Private Brave's cheerful acceptance of his fate and his determination to make his left hand learn to do the work of two hands.

       One day when he was running the lawn mower over the lawn in front of the house, Doctor Quickenquack stopped in his dollsmobile.

       "Hello, how's the ' General'?" he called. " Can't you jump in and take a ride? Hope you're not too busy to have a little holiday."

       "Thank you, Doctor," said Private Brave, "it's certainly kind of you to ask me. Will you wait until I put this mower away and get my coat? "

       He had to lock the door, for none of the family wore home, but he hopped into the car in a minute's time. The doctor started the engine and away they rode toward Painted River and Looking Glass Lake. It was a beautiful morning and Private Brave enjoyed the ride very much.

       "If you will just let me out here, I'll walk home from this corner," said he as they came to River Avenue.

       "Not much, sir; you're kidnapped," laughed the doctor as he drove on toward the hospital.

       "First, your lunch; then a visit to the boys' ward" said the doctor. "That's your program, sir." 

       Private Brave was delighted with the idea, and how he enjoyed his lunch after the ride!

       When he went with the doctor to the boys' ward, you can't imagine how surprised he was to see all his own family. Not only they were there, but also the boys' class and the girls' class in first-aid.

       Besides these, wore Miss Bossem and Miss Helpem and Doctor Surecure and even the ambulance driver, Billy.

       Doctor Quickenquack led Private Brave under an American flag which was draped in one corner of the room.

       "Dear Private Brave," said Doctor Surocuro, clearing his throat, "it is my pleasure to present to you a gift from some of your many admiring friends."

       Private Brave blushed at the praise, and smiled as Miss Helpem carried forward a box which she placed on the little table beside him.

       He opened the lid and lifted out a beautiful little hand-embroidered silk flag.

       "Perhaps we'd better help you open the box the rest of the way," suggested Doctor Sun-cure. "Let us step into the next room."

       When the doctors and Private Brave came back- what do you think? Private Brave was waving the beautiful little silk Hag in the hand of a new wooden arm, so skilfully made that it had almost human action.

       "Hurrah!" shouted the boys and girls in delight. "Hurrah! Hurrah for Private Brave! Hurrah for Our Hero!"

       "Hurrah! Hurrah!" they shouted together at the top of their lungs. 

He opened the lid and lifted out a beautiful little hand-embroidered silk flag.

"Hurrah for Private Brave! He's

Prepared for less,
Prepared for more,
Prepared for peace,
Prepared for war!

Prepared for well,
Prepared for ill,
Prepared to save
The doctor's bill!

Prepared for calm,
Prepared for strife,
Prepared for anything
In life!

       "Oh, Billy," cried Mary Frances, after it was all over, "I'm so thankful to you for your birthday present."

       "What do you mean?" yawned Billy.

       ''Why, for the day we've just spent together in the playroom," said Mary Frances.

       "Don't know what you're talking about," pretended Billy.

       "Why, Billy!" Mary Frances laughed. "If you will just put a triangular bandage on my hand with your handkerchief, you'll remember."

       Billy put it on beautifully, just as you snw it shown on Mary Frances' doll in the picture.

       "Now, you remember, Mr. Ambulance Driver!" cried Mary Frances, shaking her finger.

       "I don't seem to remember a thing about how I learned," solemnly declared Billy.

       "Why, certainly you do. You learned in the Dolls' Hospital," cried Mary Frances.

       "Oh, maybe but don't tell anybody about it, though I must say that a knowledge of bandaging will be most useful when the boy scouts commence their class in advanced first-aid work."

There they were!

        "Will Miss Bossem be their teacher?" teased Mary Frances.

       "Aw! Stop talking about that doll of yours dressed up as a nurse, Mary Frances! We boys are beyond the doll-baby age!" Billy walked away in pretended disgust.

       "Well," said Mary Frances to herself, "if Billy hadn't known how to put on that bandage I would think I had been dreaming. I know what I'll do! I'll go see if there are any nurses' uniforms in the playroom."

       There they were! Each girl doll had one on, just as she wore it at the Fourth of July celebration.

       "It must have been real!" concluded Mary Frances. "It must have been! That proves it! Besides, here is Private Brave, and in his wooden hand he is holding the flag!

Introduction: Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, Hurrah for Our Hero!

Private Brave's Adventures

       Three weeks later, a soldier with one arm and his very attentive sister were looked upon with much interest by the other passengers on a steamer going to New York. Ima stood the journey well, but when they arrived at the station, Shesa decided to take him direct to the Dolls' Hospital to rest instead of home, where he would be under a good deal of excitement.

       So it was in the Dolls' Hospital that the Brave family came together again, rejoicing in the escape of their soldier. Even Mike, the dog, was allowed to come, and no one greeted him with more joy than did their family pet.

       Private Brave didn't mend as well as the doctors and nurses had hoped. Within a week after his arrival at the hospital, an abscess developed on his left forearm, which caused everyone to worry, and another operation was all that saved poor Private Brave from losing his only remaining arm.

       The assistant nurse dressed and bandaged this abscess with roller bandages.

ROLLER BANDAGES
(See Reference List)

       Roller bandages are usually made of long straight pieces of gauze. This material "gives" to the form of the arm much better than muslin. Never put a bandage on wet, for it shrinks and is too tight when dry.

       You will be interested in seeing a picture on page 99 of how a roller bandage is applied to an arm or leg.

       This picture shows one of Mary Frances' big dolls bandaged in roller bandages.

       The two-and-a-half-inch wide roller bandage four or six yards long is the size most used for grown-up people, although narrower ones are needed for fingers.

       On the doll's body inch-wide bandages were used, and the ends were sewed in place. To prevent slipping, strips of adhesive plaster were placed over the folds of the edges.

Roller Bandages on a doll.

        Under the assistant nurse's kind care, Private Brave soon grew better and was able to take an interest in the other patients.

       He begged to be allowed to visit the boys' ward, where he wouldn't be so lonely.

       There was great excitement among the boys in the ward, none of whom were very ill, when a

real soldier came to visit them.

       They coaxed him to tell them about his adventures.

       They liked best the story about how he lost his arm, and this one about the stolen baby:

THE WAY PRIVATE BRAVE SAVED A BABY'S LIFE

"We put the baby into her arms."

       "We were riding along one day, when I thought I heard a baby's cry. None of the other boys seemed to hear it, and as we were not riding in order, I headed my horse toward the sound. I had about concluded that I was mistaken, when the horse stopped short. The crying had ceased by this

time.

       "I looked down, and there among the sage-brush, at the horse's feet, was a little baby about a year old. How it came in such a place, I have no idea. There was no house within forty miles, and we hadn't met a soul.

       "I got off my horse and picked the little thing up and rode with it, to our captain. It appeared to be half starved and surely could not have survived much longer.

       "We carried it with us into camp, fed it and took care of it as best we could.

       "On making inquiries, we found the baby had been stolen from some poor white settlers. Who did it or why, no one ever found out.

       "When the poor mother came into camp and we put the baby into her arms she was the happiest woman I ever saw"

       "Wasn't that grand!" cried Bobby to Sammy, the little lame boy in the next bed. Sammy was the plaster-of- Paris doll Mary Frances had bought for a nickel at the children's fair.

       All the patients were sorry and the doctors and nurses, too when the time came for Private Brave to leave the hospital.

       He had been so bright and cheerful that they would miss him greatly.

       He felt sorry, too, in a way, for so many interesting things had happened; for instance but perhaps you would rather hear the story of the mad dog as Private Brave told it to his family.

Introduction: Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, Private Brave's Adventures,  17, 18, 19 

Shesa, A Red Cross Nurse

       While taking a walk one day in her hours off duty, Shesa wandered farther away from the hospital than usual. She was thinking of Ima. Before realizing it, she had lost her direction and found herself in a lovely little valley. The scenery along the border had been so uninteresting, with low cactus plants growing out of the sand, and scrub bushes stretching away in low irregular outline, that this spot came as a delightful surprise.

       Spying a little cabin on the side of the mountain above the valley, she decided to inquire the way back, and, quickening her steps, reached it in a short time.

       A slovenly woman appeared at the door. Five small children surrounded her, pulling at her skirts as the}' saw the stranger. The youngest set up a howl of disapproval as Shesa came nearer. In her arms the woman held a baby and in one hand a tin pan of maize or corn. A few chickens came scurrying around the corner of the house as the woman tapped a wooden paddle on the edge of the pan.

       The woman stopped and eyed Shesa suspiciously as she came still nearer.

       "Good afternoon," said Shesa with a smile. ''Do you speak English?"

       "Howdy," grunted the woman. "Yes. Hush up, will ye?" to the children, whose noises made conversation difficult.

"Sister!" He exclaimed.

       "United States?" she asked as she looked Shesa's uniform over.

       "Yes, yes," replied Shesa. "I'm a nurse."

       "Xuss?" said the woman. "Then ye'll know what be ailing him. Come in."

       Shesa hesitated a moment before entering the low cabin which was scarcely more than a hut; but, being a brave girl, she thought, "If I am needed, I mustn't hesitate. I'll try to find out what's wanted."

       "Tell me about your trouble," she said kindly to the woman. "Is your husband ill?"

       "Nope," the woman shook her head, "he be all right. It's a U. S. man we found up yonder," pointing up the mountain road. "Been shot in arm. My man brought him home, but his arm gets worse all time. You know what to do?"

       "I think I can help," said Shesa, wishing with all her heart she had brought her emergency kit with her. " Let me see your patient."

       The woman led the way into the only bedroom in the cabin. On a rude wooden bed lay a young man, dressed in a much soiled khaki uniform. At the sound of Shesa's voice, he started up. " Sister!" he exclaimed. "Why, this seems too good to be true! Oh, perhaps I'm dreaming. My arm pains so I guess I'm just 'seeing things' from fever."

       For one moment Shesa lost her self-control. Tears filled her eyes and she longed to throw her arms about Ima's neck and cry to her heart's content. "But I must not," she chided herself. "I must do everything I can to help him."

       "It's not a dream, Ima, dear," she said as naturally as if they were in their faraway home. "You are ill and certainly do need me. Let me see your arm."

       The sight of his poor wounded arm made her feel sick, for it evidently had been neglected from the first.

       "How did it happen?" Shesa asked, as she tore her apron into bandages and directed the woman to boil some water on the open fire which she had seen outside.

       She saw that Ima wanted to talk, sick and weary as he was.

       "I was taking a stroll alone one evening," he explained, "not thinking of the least danger, for our camp lights were scarcely out of sight. Suddenly I heard the report of a gun, and felt an awful pain in my right arm. One of the bandits had evidently spotted me from ambush. I'd have been all right, but the fellow or an accomplice sprang upon me, and after a struggle knocked me senseless and took my emergency kit and everything else useful away from me. The settler who owns this cabin found me and brought me up here on his shoulders. His wife did what she could for my wound, but it became infected almost immediately, and I was too weak from loss of blood to walk back to camp, even with the man's help. Besides, in some way, I had a sprained ankle."

       "Well, dear, you are going to be helped in every way soon, so don't talk any more," said Shesa, taking off some of the dirty rags which the woman had tied clumsily upon Ima's ankle. She bathed the ankle in hot water and bound it firmly in a figure-of-eight bandage, which gave him the first ease from pain since the accident.

       She replaced the outside layers of the dirty bandages on his wounded arm. "The wounds may bleed if I take the dressings off," she decided wisely, "and I have no remedies here."

       "I wonder why the man didn't go for help?" she thought.

       Just at that moment Ima whispered, "I would have sent word to camp, but for some reason the settler seems afraid of the bandits, maybe."

       "Well," said Shesa, "you rest here, and we'll soon have help."

       "But, Shesa, it will be dangerous for you to go," said Ima. Then suddenly, "Why, how did you happen to come here, anyhow?"

       "Never mind, dear, I'll explain all that later," replied Shesa.

       "But I want to hear now," insisted Ima, his eyes bright with fever. So to satisfy him, Shesa briefly related the story of her little walk.

       "Now," she added "since the emergency hospital is so near, you need not worry until I come back?"

       He promised to try not to worry, and fell into a dozy sleep within a few minutes.

Introduction: Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, Shesa, A Red Cross Nurse,  15, 16, 17, 18, 19 

A Telegram From Mexico

"Will you help me find my way to the Emergency Hospital?"

       Shesa hurried along by the path she thought she had taken to reach the cabin, but after walking ten minutes, found herself going in the wrong direction.

       "How dreadful!" she exclaimed, "when I am in such a hurry!"

       She looked about her. "It is nearing sunset," she whispered, looking at the sky. "Oh, I wish I knew the way!"

       Just at that moment a noise in the underbrush startled her. Although very brave, she was dreadfully afraid of snakes, even harmless ones, but she laughed when she saw a tiny prairie dog scamper out of the bushes, stand on his hind feet and look about him with blinking eyes.

       "How foolish I am!" she thought, but shuddered again as she heard someone stepping up behind her.

       "I beg pardon," said a gentlemanly voice and turning, you can imagine how relieved Shesa was to see a United States soldier standing with his hat in his hand.

"Oh, Doctor! Can't it be saved?"

       "Oh," she cried happily, "I'm so thankful to see you: Will you help me find my way to the emergency hospital?" Then she stopped and laughed. "I must apologize for speaking this way," she said, "but you will understand my excitement when I explain all that has happened to me this afternoon."

       The soldier quickly led the way as she talked.

       They soon arrived at the emergency hospital, and after Shesa's explanation, the doctors took her in a field ambulance up to the cabin, the soldier showing the way.

       Within two hours, Private Brave lay on a clean white cot, with clean dressings on his arm and comforting broth in his stomach.

       "I feel a hundred per cent better already," he said to Shesa as she kissed him good-night. "In the morning I'll be well."

       But in the morning the doctors shook their heads. " I'm afraid that arm will have to be amputated," said the chief surgeon.

       "Oh, Doctor!" exclaimed Shesa, "can't it be saved?"

       "If it is saved," said the doctor gruffly, not liking to show how sorry he was for the pretty nurse, "it will be saved for a dead man. A neglected infected wound, even small, may mean gangrene. This is a large, badly neglected infected wound!"

       Shesa bit her lips and held back the tears, saying, "Of course, if it's to save his life, Doctor " Then she went out to telegraph to her family.

The telegram read: Ima found, wounded, home soon as possible. Will bring Shesa.

       Oh, how I hope all comes out right," she thought.

Introduction: Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, A Telegram From Mexico,  16, 17, 18, 19 

The Mad Dog

       Private Brave was comfortably seated in the home living room with his family gathered around to hear what had happened while he was in the hospital.
       "It was about four o'clock in the afternoon," he began. "I had just finished telling the boys about saving the baby, and all my other experiences which you know, when suddenly we heard a woman crying as she rushed past the ward door.
       " 'Oh, Doctor,' she sobbed, 'will he die will my little boy die? He didn't know the dog would bite, poor child! He says the dog isn't mad, but everybody else says he is!'
       " 'Come,' said the doctor, 'mad or not, we'll fix this young man up so he'll be quite safe. I'm glad you brought him to me immediately.'
       "I was on my feet in an instant, and ran to the office door, for I was very anxious to hear what would be done for the little boy.
       " 'This must be cauterized, Nurse" said the doctor. 'Get nitrate of silver ready.'
       "He dipped a wooden stick into the poison and turned it around in the wound, the little boy screaming with the pain.
       " 'Oh, Doctor,' asked his mother, 'must he be hurt so much? '
       " 'Safety must first be considered/ replied the doctor. 'We are probably destroying the dreadful germs of hydrophobia. And, next, this little boy must be given Pasteur treatment with the wonderful serum used to prevent hydrophobia, for hydrophobia means the most terrible suffering anybody could imagine. Of course, no one is quite certain that the dog was mad; for many a time a dog which has been nearly crazed with thirst, or been the victim of bad boys' pranks, has been thought mad.'
       " 'But this doggy wasn't mad,' the boy cried out, forgetting his pain. 'A bad boy was twisting his tail and the poor doggy thought I did it because I was near!'
       " 'Are you certain, little fellow?' asked the doctor.
       'Yes, sir, and after he bit me, a big man beat him with his cane, and the poor doggy ran yelping down the street. Oh, how you made my arm ache, Doctor!'
       " 'Poor boy!' said the doctor, 'I really had to hurt you.'
       " 'What should I have done, Doctor, if we had been miles from a physician?' asked the mother.
       " 'That's a good question,' replied Doctor Surerure. 'I will tell you the simplest treatment for an untrained person to use for a dog bite.

FOR DOG BITE
       Whether there is danger of hydrophobia or not. if bite is on the limb, tie a cloth tightly around limb between wound and body, and encourage bleeding by squeezing. Wash with soap and hot water. Apply iodine. Loosen cloth in an hour.
       If there is the slightest danger of hydrophobia, get patient to a doctor! If impossible to get a doctor, apply nitrate of silver, or pure earbolic acid with a soft stick. But it seems that there are few places where a doctor cannot be consulted within twenty-four hours, -- who will see that the patient is given Pasteur treatment to prevent hydrophobia from developing.

"It wasn't you, Michael old boy!"

       "Well, I am certainly glad to learn that, my son," said Private Brave's mother. "We had a terrible fright the day the little boy was bitten, for somebody said that our Mike did it."
       "What!" exclaimed Private Brave. "Did anybody dare accuse this most faithful and wonderfully brave dog-member of the Brave family?"
       Mike had been lying at his young master's feet; in fact, he hadn't left him since he came home not even to eat his dinner. On hearing his name, Mike stood up, wagging his tail so hard that you would have thought it would drop off unless it was nailed on.
       He looked inquiringly upon the family, his mouth open and his intelligent brown eyes questioning what all this talk meant.
       "It wasn't you, Michael, old boy, good old fellow!" exclaimed Ibee, petting him.
       "Bow! Bow!" barked Mike, and Ibee declared he smiled.
       "Well," said Private Brave, "that was-" lie didn't finish the sentence, for at that instant the next door neighbor came running into the room.
       "Oh, come, Miss Shesa!" she exclaimed. "My baby's dying she's swallowed poison."

Introduction: Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, The Mad Dog,  18, 19 

The Poisoned Baby

"Bring a glass of water and some vinegar"

       Shesa hastened away with the neighbor, for she knew that any delay might cost the baby's life. She could hear the little girl's agonizing screams.

       "Ibee, run for the doctor," she called. "We must work until the doctor comes," she said to the distracted mother. She was wise enough to realize that it would be best to keep the mother busy.

       ''What kind of poison do you know?" asked Shesa anxiously, as they ran up the steps of the porch.

       "Lye," answered the mother briefly. ''The maid was scrubbing the kitchen steps, and left the can of lye on the floor. Baby came along, saying 'dink, dink,' and before Sally Ann could get into the door, baby had swallowed a mouthful. It couldn't have been very strong, for Sally Ann had filled up the can with water."

       Shesa took the baby on her lap and looked into its poor little burnt mouth.

       "Bring a glass of water and some vinegar." she ordered. When they came, she diluted the vinegar with water giving the baby a teaspoonful at a time.

       "Bring the juice of a lemon," she said. This she diluted, giving it to the baby in the same way.

       It must have stopped some of the suffering, for the little one began to seem more comfortable.

       "Now, the beaten white of an egg in water," she said at length. Of this she gave the baby a tablespoonful; then a tablespoonful of olive oil, holding its little mouth shut to make it swallow.

       By the time the doctor arrived, the baby had fallen asleep on Shesa's lap.

       ''You have saved this baby's life, Miss Brave," said the doctor. " If it hadn't been for prompt action, the child might have died."

"You have saved this baby's
life," Miss Brave.

       "People are so careless with poisons," he went on. "Poisons should never be placed within the reach of little children. All bottles should be labeled plainly, and the stoppers should be tied about with a piece of gauze not very attractive, I admit, but one of the best safeguards against making a mistake as to the 'right bottle.' Poisons should not be kept in the general medicine closet, but in a place by themselves unless we except iodine, which has such a decided odor that it may be kept in a more accessible place, ready for its many uses."

       After complimenting Shesa again on her treatment of the baby, and leaving some medicines for both the baby and the baby's mother, the doctor went away.

       Shesa was met by her mother as she started home.

       "We are all so anxious, dear," she said, "to learn how the baby is."

       "The baby's all right," smiled Shesa.

       "How thankful Ima will be!" exclaimed her mother. "It brings tears to my eyes to see how interested that dear boy is in everybody, thinking so little about his own misfortunes. Think of a young man just at his age losing an arm!"

       "Father told me that last night when he tried to express a little sympathy, Ima said, 'Well, Father, it is a loss; but you know, I have one arm left!' Shesa replied.

       "Wasn't that wonderful!" exclaimed Mrs. Brave.

       "It certainly is wonderful how bravely he takes his troubles," replied Shesa. "Father said he thought that it really required more bravery to fed that way than to go to the battlefield."

       By this time they had reached home, and Sheaa, had to tell everybody about the saving of the life of the poisoned baby.

Introduction: Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, The Poisoned Baby,  19