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Poem ‘Sister’ received

Poem entitled ‘Sister!’ from 1916

On 22 July 2014 I received from Marcus Campbell in France this charming and funny 1916 poem dedicated to “Sister!”.  See below for Marcus’ explanation of how he came by it.

For anyone puzzled by the references to ‘Groppi’s’ and ‘Shepheard’s’ try these links:

(from The Egyptian Mail   2nd March 1916)

Who laid me in my welcome bed,
And showered sweet wishes o’er my head;
Who saw that I was washed and fed?                        Sister!

Who took my pulse to test my heart,
And placed my temp upon the chart;
Whose smile would always hope impart?                   Sister!

Who cheered and chatted day by day,
To drive the pangs of pain away;
Whose whispers sweet had come to stay?                  Sister!

Who brought my physic – vile and brown –
And gently sighed, “Now get this down,”
Then wiped the nose without a frown?                      Sister!

Who to my side would coyly creep
Whene’er I swooned in fevered sleep;
Who tender watch would always keep?                     Sister!

Who sometimes (though ‘twas not allowed)
Would hold my hand and look so proud;
Who poked me when I snored aloud?                       Sister!

Who through each gloomy night’s repose
Would watch no evil symptom grows;
And thrusts her lantern in my nose?                           Sister!

Who when I’m mending day by day,
So loves to cheer me on my way;
Then says, “Your bed we want Today”?                    Sister!

Whose heart, for life, I strive to reach,
Who says, when I her love beseech,
“You’re not the only pebble on the beach”?               Sister!

Who down to Groppi’s leads the way,
Then says, “We’ll dine at Shepheard’s gay
And motor home.” Lord, let us pray?                         Sister!

Who when the War is closed and done
Returns and says, “We had such fun,
The boys were nice, yes, every one”?                         Sister!

Who, when I’ve from my dream awoke,
Says, “Love you? Oh, you silly bloke,
How could I? Why, you’re stoney broke!”?               Sister!


Dear Mr Robinson, and all Friends of Edith Appleton,

I think that all those who enjoyed reading “A Nurse at The Front” will appreciate this affectionate, teasing and grateful poem, (attached below) which was copied from The Egyptian Mail (2nd March 1916) entitled, “Sister”.

I have no idea whether it is already well-known, or not. But it is clearly the sort of response that Edith Appleton must have inspired many times in her patients. A typical piece of Aussie drollery, I think; but nonetheless clever and fundamentally sincere.

The poem was found in the papers of my Great-aunt Grace, nee Guthrie, a New Zealand nursing sister, who saw active service with the Australian Hospital Corps first in Eygpt, then in France. At the outbreak of war, the Australian government offered New Zealand the chance to contribute 13 trained nursing sisters to their hospital ship. Sister Guthrie volunteered and was accepted. She was invalided home from Egypt in March/April 1916 on the immigrant ship SS Demosthenes, and the poem is found in an onboard satirical bulletin (12 typed and carbon-copied pages) called ‘Maritime News’. Perhaps the editor (and typist?) of the bulletin also wrote this poem?

Sister Guthrie returned to Egypt when fit, and was later transferred to France, where she was based at Hazebrouck. I vaguely recall something about a transfer to a NZ base hospital at one point, so perhaps her path at some time crossed that of Edith’s brother, Taff?

Grace Guthrie was awarded the MBE in 1947 for lifelong services to nursing. Bronchitic, her lungs were forever weakened, so I heard as a boy, by the traces of gas she inhaled from soldiers’ clothes and breath in a casualty clearing station. True or not, this detail always seemed powerfully symbolic to me. She died in 1968 at the age of 82.

Thank you for the great pleasure and interest the diaries of Edith Appleton have given me: now, for the first time, I fully understand what my Great-aunt must also have experienced.

Yours sincerely,

Marcus Campbell

If anyone has more information about Marcus Campbell’s great aunt, Grace Guthrie, or about the poem Sister, he would love to hear from you.  His email address is marcus.a.campbell@gmail.com.

See other newspaper cuttings and poems found with Edie’s diaries

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