Restrictions
As Bill grew old, physicians greatly restricted his activities, and it irked him enormously. A nurse had been hired to tend to his needs as he had now been confined to total bed rest.
“Nurse, I would like to do some reading,” Bill said.
“Fine,” the nurse replied, “What kind of reading would you like? A magazine, a book?”
“Well with the way the doctors have limited my activities,” he replied, “Why don’t you just bring me a postage stamp.”
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Time out
The summer after college graduation, I was living at home, fishing in the daytime, spending nights with my friends— generally just hanging out. One afternoon my grandfather, who never went to college, stopped by.
Concerned with how I was spending my time, he asked about my future plans. I told him I was in no hurry to tie myself down to a career.
“Well,” he replied, “you better start thinking about it.
You’ll be thirty before you know it.”
“But I’m closer to twenty than to thirty,” I protested.
“I won’t be thirty for eight more years.”
“I see,” he said, smiling. “And when will you be twenty again?”
Army Nurse Training
During basic training for the Army Nurse Corps, we were required to spend one week in the field roughing it. It rained the entire week. We arose daily in our swampy tent, took a cold-water beauty bath from our helmets, donned our pistol belts and ponchos, and trudged through the mud to set up field hospitals. Obviously, our personal appearance frequently left much to be desired.
The final blow to our feminine pride occurred while we waited in the mess line in the mud and rain. A young private came by with a camera and asked to take our picture. “It will prove to my girl,” he said, “that she has NO reason to be jealous!”
