“How do you get in here, anyhow?” asked the Boy. “I expect to come around every time I need a rest cure.”
“That won’t work,” the nurse explained. “I hold consultation hours every day for students who are ailing, and go to see those who are confined to their rooms. If they need a doctor I have them get one. If a day or two in bed will fix them up, we bring them here, but if they seem to be in for a longer illness, they are taken to a hospital down town.”
“That isn’t all you do,” added Stubby none too pleasantly.
“Now he’s referring to my sanitary inspections,” she said laughing. “I make inspection trips to all the rooming houses when they least expect it, and rate them on cleanliness, neatness, and general sanitary condition. They really don’t mind, but they pretend to.”
“They have no right to mind.” Father was emphatic now. “When I use good money sending children to college I want to know that they live right and take care of their health. Is there a medical school connected with the University?”
“No, there isn’t,” said the nurse. “There is a very high-grade Pre-Medical course though, which prepares students for the best medical schools. Many Idaho boys save as much as a year of expensive medical training back east by completing this Pre-Medical work here.”
Then the little procession moved over to the Agricultural Building again, where they still wished to look in on the School of Forestry.
“I got some fine young shade trees from here last year,” said Father to the Dean, “and I thought I’d call and see if the supply is exhausted.”
“By no means,” was the reply. “And yet we have distributed 175,000 of these trees throughout Idaho in the last two years.”
“We people in the south forget sometimes what an interest this state has in forestry,” Father told him.