During the late war there was a Sister in the Pinetown military hospital called Baker. On one occasion, as she was going to have a day off, she left certain instruction with Sister H. about the patients under her charge. These instructions were overheard by one of the patients, who thereupon composed the following lines:—
SISTER’S DAY OFF.
There once was a Sister called Baker,
Of beds she’s an excellent maker;
She knows temperatures, too,
And, between me and you,
Is of medicines an excellent shaker.
She knows each man’s vice—how to treat it,
And warns Sister H. how to meet it:
“Number Two you can trust,