Evening Star Newspaper, June 25, 1933, Page 71

DN, D. C, JUNE 25 1933. e's gone home. He took French leave, did bhn Payson Hill, 3d?” “John Payson——" Margery, who seldom oked at the social columns, knew that John layson Hill, 3d, was Mrs. Carter Reynolds’ son. e hadn't belonged in Cotasset. He belonged b the people with yachts and golf courses and ouses at Palm Beach. Even Don, who had the nerves of a life ard, was alarmed at the way Margery laughed. “We thought you knew, puss,” he said, and bok her cold little hand, and began pouring arm sand over it. “Yes,” Riss chattered nervously, “we thought pu’d seen him first as it were. That morning hen we swam out, I knew right away he was btogravure. And when I picked up his book, ere was the bookplate, plain as your face— ohn Payson Hill, 3d!” “So you teok him up,” said Margery. “Didn’t e suspect?” “No, he just thought we were a friendly lot. at’s what he said last night.” “Last night?” Margery echoed dully. “When .Paul and I drove him to the Clam ouse. He was awfully quiet and thoughtful. nd Paul made some dumb -remark. and the hole thing came out. Margery, he just froze. hat I mean, nobody but the Prince of Wales uld have been so polite.” “But Riss, he didn’t think I knew?” “Oh, sure,” said Paul. “He asked particularly. d we said, of course, the whole crowd had en through his incognito right away, and ecided to show him a good time.” “Goose flesh,” said Don, pretending to in- ect Margery’s arms, tense around her knees. A little run down the beach, Marg.” He ulled her up. He put an arm under her elbow Ind propelled her down the beach to the club. “Tha''s it, kid,” he urged. “Take it on the hin. Now you're having a stiff shower, and en I'm driving you home.” She managed to smile at him. ‘e A Tribute BY ANDREA P. SCKOPPEGLIA. N American war nurse, Jane A. Del- ano, whose remains repose among A the Nation's heroic dead on that lovely shaded hillside at Arlington National Cemetery overlooking the classic outlines of the marble and lvpress of the amphitheater, will soon be hon- red again for her faithful and imperishable ontributions to the profession of “nursing,” bward which she devoted many years of ardu- s " service, and which she cherished until eath. Plans have been completed by the nerican Red Cross for the unveiling within he next few weeks of the Delano Memorial, hich occupies a conspicuous position in the harble-inclosed quadrangle of the institution, ms memorial, which awaits dedication, is ted in commemoration of the war nurse and 296 .distinguished associates who lost their ves while in line of duty during the World ar. The completion of this tribute marks ap- roximately 15 years of slow but patient effort n the part of those who were intrusted with e erection of the memorial. The grounds rour.d which it is placed are being planted ith elms and evergreens so as to afford a hndscape essential in building a background f beauty. The memorial is surrounded on its ree sides by dignified buildings, two of which re also memorials. That facing the east is cupied by the National Red Cross and was ected and dedicated in memory of the “Wom- of the North and South,” in commemora- on of a united country following the Civil ar. That facing the north is occupied by e District of Columbia Chapter, in memory f thc “Women of the World War,” while the ther marble edifice which completes the pano- lama on the eastern facade of the group is an flice building occupied by the national society. According to the specifications of its artist, Tait McKenzie, the statue, which is of arble and bronze, represents the ideals of the ISpirit of Nursing,” coming forward with com- assion and service, as shown by her out- retched hands. ‘The face of this memorial pmbines the tenderness of pity, the sadness one iamiliar with suffering and the poise f conscious power. The mature figure, about pven feet in height, is not draped in the curate costume of any of the nursing sister- oods of today, but in the flowing, restful lines at suggest the dress rather than depict it. 1SS CLARA D. NOYES, national director of .the American Red Cross Nursing ervice,” who has done a great deal of work ith this memorial, says that the first steps bward the memorial were taken by members k the A. E. F. Army Nurse Corps immediately hllowing the death of Miss Jane A. Delano Savenay, Prance, April 15, 1919. At that e $600 was collected by this group, and this brmed the nucleus for the larger sum almost tirely contributed by the nurses throughout e United States. Upon receipt of the money, small national committee was crganized, of hich Mizs Sophia Palmer, editor of the Ameri- pn Journal of Nursing, was made chairmar. Unfortunately, before a plan could be de- sloped she died and Miss Lucy Minnigerode, perintendent of nurses of the United States ublic Health Service, assumed the office of hairmanship of an enlarged and represeptative ymmittee. Being an intimate fricnd of the te Jane A. Delano, she tock great interest in e work and plans were perfected which ‘entually secured an adequate fund for the ibute. This was not accomplished, however, ithout any discouragements in:idental to curing a congressional permission to erect e monument, a suitab'e site and a design ceptable both to the committee and the Fine rts Commission. “Suggestions as to the type of memorial i a wide range,” 1 ; Noyes, “but ally (pinion centered a design express- > attributes of nus , rather than a ARGERY told herself, in the days that fol- lowed, that she had underestimated the crowd. They were marvelously kind. She tried to be really one of the crowd, as she hadn't quite before. She dreaded being alone through the dark hours when her room became a cavern echoing with empty laughter. “He thought I was making a play for him. Trying to catch a millionaire. He thought I was a cheap climber. If only I could write him——" She would get out of bed, and write a formal note to Mr. John Payson Hill, 3d. But by morning the note would lie shredded in her waste basket. John would never believe her. The crowd was worried. Things weren’t getting better at all. Don went to Riss’ early one morning, and found her breakfasting on the side porch. When she saw Don’s face, she rang for coffee. “She, looks awful, Riss. She was gone on him, and no mistake.” “You don't look like a carefree lifeguard yourself.” “These nights are too muggy to sleep.” But he looked gratefully at her. “I tell you straight, Riss, if I could give Margery back to her John on his ancestral silver platter, I'd do it like a shot. I guess there never was much chance for me, anyway.” “Come up for air,” Riss urged him. “You don’t want Marg, really. That's only a child- hood fixation. You know——" she wrinkled her piquant nos€ at him—*“I have other plans for you. No, Don, I can’t think when I'm holding hands. And I must think.” That night Margery was persuaded to go along to the Bentwood Club dance. They stayed an hour, then the others professed boredom. “Rotten music,” said Paul. “Horns sour as buttermilk.” ; “Nobody here,” said Riss. “Dull, T says.” “Tepid punch and elderly lobster,” Don com- plained. “Let's go places.” They dropped in at the Manning's weekly dance, but 20 minutes later they were on the road again, speeding eastward. When they passed Kelly's Wharf, Paul said, “My speed boat’s here. Just been overhauled. Let's take to the water.” The speed boat split the dark waters, rounded Benteley’s Point, and burst into— Venice! There was the shore line of a big estate, with its stream and its island in the sound. Colored lanterns bloomed on the land, lighted pleasure boats on the water. The sky was in- candescent with balloons and stars and ¢omets. Everywhere lights and laughter, the plash of guitars, faces and gowns suddenly brilliant un- der the cclor poured from the sky. “A water fete,” Riss cried. “A stroke of genuius.” “I know what it is.” Margery was glowing. “It's the Grand Canal. It's the Feast of the Redeemer. I saw it one Summer.” Paul cut off the engine, and they listened to the singing over the water. Then he chugged through the bright boats, and tied up at the wharf. HEY were dancing in a pavillion hung with * | Italian damasks. Margery was enchanted. The fete was so beautiful that it never oc- curred to her that she didn’t belong. All she knew was that she was almost happy, for the first time in a week. Suddenly her eyes met those of a woman dancing near. The eyes looked smoothly in- quiring under arched brows. Margery stopped dead. “Don,” she said. “Don! I hadn’t realized. We're crashing! That'’s our hostess, I just know it is. And we're crashing——" Don couldn’t hold her. She wouldn't listen to him. She turned ard ran. It was sheer in- stinct that made her find the only dark and to American Nurse of Memorial Honoring Jane A. Delano and Others Who Lost Their Lives to Be Un- vetled Soon—Marble and Bronze Statue Represents “Spirit of Nursing.” Photograph made of the plaster version of the Delano memorial, “Mercy— The Spirit of Nursing,” by R. Tait McKenzie, R. C. A. (Copyright, 1933, by R. portrait figure of a nurse. Some, undoubtedly, will be disappcinted that a more literal con- ception of a nurse was not used. We venture to say, however, that this feeling will be quickly dispelled after studying the beautiful figure which symbolizes the intangible qualities of nursing.” On the liw pedestal of this memorial is in- scribed: “To Jane A. Delano and 296 Nurses Who Died in the War, 1914-1918.” The stele is flanked by the two arms of an exedra and bench, extending cutward in a flat curve. On the right side is inscribed: *“Thou Shalt Not Be Afraid for the Terror by Night nor fcr the Arrow That Flieth by Day,” while on the left Tait McKenzie.) is inscribed: “Nor for the Pestilence that Walketh in Darkness nor for the Destruction that Wasteth at Noonday.” HE career of Jane A. Delano may be briefly reviewed by a careful analysis of records of the Red Cross Courier. She was born March 12, 1862, in Townsend, a hamlet on the out- skirts ¢f Watkins, Schuyler County, N. Y. On both sidzs of her family she was descended from substantial New England stock. Her father, a Union soldier in the Civil War, died when she was too young to have a clear recollection of him. She was graduated from the Bellevue Train- quiet spot. A willow growing close to the water, where they hadn’t hung a lantern. It was dark. It was quiet. She flung herself on the ground and sobbed. The grass rustled. Somebody else had found the only dark and quiet spot. She scrambled to her feet. “Margery,” said John. She had crashed a party, and John was here. “I'm going,” she said in a panic. “I'm going right away.” But he had both her hands. “Don’t you Mke my party. “Your party?” “Mother’s, really.” “It’s wonderful. It all went to my head. X didn’t realize we were crashing——" “You aren't. Cotasset was invited. This very mcrning I had a telephone call from Mr, Don Munson.” “Don called up to wangle an invitation?* He seized her shoulder and shook her. &he could feel his hantis trembling. ‘‘Margery Venn, you're wrong,” he said fiercely. “You're almost as wrong as I was. Don called to straighten things out.” “And you believe me, John?” “Darling, underneath, I believed you al the time, all this ghastly week. It was such & blow to my vanity to think the crowd didn't like me just as a nameless tramp. Unreasonable to want people to like you without home and mother to back you up, isn’t it?” “Well,” said Margery in a cozy little voice, “I did. I liked the insides of your knees, and the way your eyes would get warm, and the way you read ‘Kubla Khan : “That's all past tense,” John complained, putting little kisses along the fine lines of her brows. ‘“What do you like now, my Margery?” “This.” She stirred in his arms. *“Being alone with you.” (Copyright. 1033.) orld War ing School for Nurses in 1886, one of th¢ youngest in her class. Miss Delano’s first public service came two years after graduation. Yellow fever was raging in many of the Southern® States, and she was offered the superintendency of the Sandhills Hospital, near Jacksonville, Fis. There one of her first innovations was the screening of every patient’s bed. Medical aus thorities at the time were already suspecting the mosquito as the carrier of this dread dine ease, but it was not until several years later that experiments proved this, and with fl:, ;flscovery science gained control of the pestie ence. ecords further reveal that from this' suce cess the young nurse went on to a field into which she was urged by a physician long friend of the family. Bisbee, a mining town Arizona, was the place; the work, nursing miners and their families, While engaged ministering to this isolated community, cut off from every normal source of medical and santh tary care, Jane A. Delano glimpsed the vision of what could be accomplished not only ia health education but socially and in building for a larger life, which is today realized in the work of the Delano Red Cross Nursing Servicey provided for in her will by an endowment in memory of her parents. In 1900 she was given exceptional oppors tunity to put into practice some of the theories she had been studying when she became head of the girls’ department at the House of Refi uge, Randalls Island, N. Y. A strong hand, & warm heart, unswerving discipline, intelligen$ sympathy were the rare combinations requisite for this difficult position. After having been in retirement at her hom§ in Charlottesville, Va., for a period of two her mother died. Miss Delano left the Ul,:q States and went abroad with the intention spending several years in travel and studg, Only a fuw months had passed, however, when she was recalled to become superintendent of the Army.Nurse Corps. Simultaneously she accepted the appointment as chairman of the National Committee on Red Cross Nursing. ; i URING the reorganization of the Americal Red Cross in 1905 her co-operation in the stand taken by the great hursing organizas tions led to the creation of the National Coms mittee on Red Cross Nursing Service, consiste ing of a chairman and 14 members. Elevatiog to this important chairmanship placed Mis§ Delano in a powerful and strategic and enabled her to consolidate the aims the nursing service groups. As an immediatd result the affiliation of the American Nursed Association with the Red Cross and the presen system of recruiting nurses through local conte mittees on Red Cross nursing service are direcd outgrowths of these preliminary efforts exemw cised by Miss Delano. 3 The years 1909 to 1914 disclose in the of Jane A. Delano ever broadening and ening channels. While under assignment t# the Army Nurse Corps she visited the militavy hospitals in the Philippines and Hawaii and went also to China and Japan, receiving fromy the latter country the decoration of the Japshk nese Red Cross. As president of the Amenfi Nurses’ Association, she spent a great deal time and thought upon the revision of the conm stitution and by-laws. As chairman of th® board of directors of its official organ, American Journal of Nursing, then printed a publishing house, she recommended the 3 that led later to the placing of this importang publicat/on under the direction of the nurses themselves. i Miss Delano’s real test came in 1914. shaling, assigning and reinforcing the hosts mercy when the United States entered three yeary later, the figure of Jane A. m stood ready to offer her service for her couns try. Through her office were supplied the war period approximately 20,000 nurses Ccutinued on Fifteenth Page & Pl