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Transcriber’s note:
Please be advised that this First Aid book is very old and
its advice and practices should not be taken as the best
modern, safe choice.
THE MARY FRANCES FIRST AID BOOK
[Illustration: MARY FRANCES PUTS HER FIRST AID KNOWLEDGE INTO PRACTICE]
THE MARY FRANCES FIRST AID BOOK
With Ready Reference List of Ordinary
Accidents and Illnesses, and Approved
Home Remedies
by
JANE EAYRE FRYER
Member American Red Cross Society,
Member New Jersey Women’s Division National
Preparedness Association,
Author of “The Mary Frances Story-Instruction Books.”
Illustrations by Jane Allen Boyer
[Illustration: THE MARY FRANCES STORY INSTRUCTIVE HAND BOOK SERIES]
PREPAREDNESS
THIS book is for every boy and girl who hopes to render first-aid to
the sick or injured—in time of peace—in time of war—at all times in the
service of
OUR COUNTRY
PREFACE
THIS book is more than a story to inspire children with a desire to
relieve suffering; it is a simplified and handy reference book, telling
what to do in cases of accident or illness. In no sense is it intended
to take the place of the physician. The first principle of first-aid
cannot too often be repeated—_when in doubt, send for the doctor_.
Especial thanks are due to E. A. Y. Schellenger, M.D., member Surgical
Staff, Cooper Hospital, Camden, N. J., for his great assistance in
verifying and revising the medical and first-aid instructions given
herein; and to Constance Cooper Crichton, Instructor of First Aid
Classes, New Jersey Women’s Division National Preparedness, whose
helpful criticism and suggestions have been invaluable.
[Illustration: Jane Eayre Fryer]
MERCHANTVILLE, N. J.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. OFF TO MEXICO 17
II. THE SPEEDERS’ ACCIDENT 21
III. FIRST AID TO THE INJURED 26
IV. AT THE DOLLS’ HOSPITAL 30
V. THE REAL CROSS NURSES 35
VI. LESSONS IN FIRST AID 39
VII. SAFETY FIRST 43
VIII. PRACTICE GAMES 50
IX. THE HIKERS 53
X. ON LOOKING GLASS LAKE 60
XI. TWO BOYS ARE LATE 67
XII. PLANS 73
XIII. A SANE FOURTH OF JULY 81
XIV. SHESA, A RED CROSS NURSE 88
XV. A TELEGRAM FROM MEXICO 94
XVI. PRIVATE BRAVE’S ADVENTURES 97
XVII. THE MAD DOG 102
XVIII. THE POISONED BABY 105
XIX. HURRAH FOR OUR HERO 108
APPENDIX
A READY REFERENCE LIST OF ORDINARY ACCIDENTS
AND ILLNESSES, WITH APPROVED HOME REMEDIES 115
INSTRUCTIONS
WHAT TO DO UNTIL THE DOCTOR COMES, IN ORDINARY HOUSEHOLD EMERGENCIES
(See Ready Reference List)
PAGE
BILIOUSNESS 117
BITES OF ANIMALS 117
BITES OF INSECTS 117
“BLACK EYE” 117
BLEEDING OF GUMS 117
BLOOD BLISTERS 118
BROKEN BONES OR FRACTURES 118
BRUISES OR CONTUSIONS 118
BURNS AND SCALDS 119
CAR SICKNESS 120
CHILBLAINS 120
CHILLS 120
CHOKING 120
COAL GAS, SUFFOCATION FROM 120
COLDS 120
COLIC 121
CONVULSIONS OF CHILDREN 122
CORNS 122
CROUP 122
CUTS (SLIGHT) 122
DIARRHEA 123
EARACHE 123
FAINTING 123
FEVER BLISTERS (COLD SORES) 124
FIRE, TO AVOID ACCIDENTS FROM 48
FITS 124
FOREIGN BODY IN EAR 124
FOREIGN BODY IN EYE 125
FROST BITES 125
GUM BOILS (“CANKER SPOTS”) 125
HEAT EXHAUSTION 125
HEMORRHAGE (SEVERE BLEEDING) 125
HICCOUGH 127
HIVES 127
INDIGESTION 127
ITCHING 127
LICE IN HAIR (PEDICULOSIS) 127
NAILS (INGROWING) 127
NAUSEA (SICK STOMACH) 128
NOSEBLEED 128
PERSPIRATION 128
POISON IVY RASH 128
POISONING—TREATMENTS AND ANTIDOTES 128
POWDER WOUNDS 130
PRICKLY HEAT 130
PTOMAINE POISONING 130
SEA-SICKNESS 130
SHOCK 131
SORE THROAT 131
SPLINTERS 131
SPRAIN 131
STIFF NECK 131
STINGS 132
STRAIN OF MUSCLES 132
SUNBURN 132
SUNSTROKE 132
TOOTHACHE 132
WARTS 133
WOUNDS 133
PLASTERS, POULTICES AND STUPES 134
HOW TO RID A HOUSE OF FLEAS 56
HOW TO USE FIRST AID BANDAGES 82, 83, 84, 98, 99
HOW TO MAKE A DRINKING CUP 42
LIST OF REMEDIES FOR THE HOME MEDICINE CLOSET 136
[Illustration: CHARACTERS
HOSPITAL STAFF
DOCTOR
SURECURE
_Resident Physician_
MISS
BOSSEM
_Head Nurse_
MISS HELPEM
(Mary Frances)
_Assistant Nurse_
DOCTOR
QUICKENQUACK
_Interne Physician_
POLICE OFFICERS
OFFICER ARRESTEM
_Chief of Police_
OFFICER MCSTOPPEM
_Assistant Chief of Police_]
[Illustration: PATIENTS
HESA BRAVE
_Private Brave’s Father_
MRS. BRAVE
_Private Brave’s Mother_
IMA BRAVE
_Private Brave
U. S. Army_
SOAMI BRAVE
_Private Brave’s
Little Sister_
IBEE BRAVE
_Private Brave’s
Little Brother_
SHESA BRAVE
_Private Brave’s
Big Sister_]
CHAPTER I
OFF TO MEXICO
THE Head Nurse, Miss Bossem, rushed out of the Dolls’ Hospital toward
the children. “You’re late, Miss Helpem,” she called to Mary Frances.
“Go right on duty rolling bandages for the soldiers who start for
Mexico to-day. The troop-train leaves at two-thirty. Hurry, now, or you
won’t get them to the station on time.”
Then, turning to Billy, “Get the ambulance ready immediately,” she
commanded, and Billy disappeared into the garage.
* * * * *
You see, Mary Frances finished the course in First Aid Nursing with the
Red Cross Preparedness Class just before her birthday. Being very proud
of her newly acquired knowledge, she wanted to show Billy how much she
had learned.
When Billy promised her any favor she could think of as a birthday
present, Mary Frances joyfully asked him to spend a whole day at the
Dolls’ Hospital in the playroom, pretending they were little kiddies
again—that she was Miss Helpem, the assistant nurse, and that Billy was
the ambulance driver. To keep his promise, Billy consented.
Just as they stepped into the playroom door, they seemed to grow
smaller and smaller, until they were no bigger than the dolls
themselves.
Now, go on with the story and see what happened.
* * * * *
[Illustration: “ALWAYS CARRY THIS WITH YOU”]
Promptly at two-fifteen, Miss Helpem arrived at the station with an
ambulance full of bandages, and just in time to see the Brave family
bidding good-bye to Private Ima Brave. All the family were there, even
Michael, the big bulldog. Private Brave was among the last of the
soldiers to board the little train.
“You’ll write from New York, dear,” begged his mother, kissing him for
the twentieth time, and slipping a little American Red Cross first-aid
outfit in his hand. “Always carry this with you, and remember how your
mother loves you.”
“And you’ll send me picture postcards from everywhere, won’t you?”
begged little Ibee Brave, standing on tip-toe to get a better view of
his tall, straight brother.
“There’s a speck of dust on your uniform,” fussed Soami, his little
sister, as she brushed him with her handkerchief.
Private Brave smiled. “We’re not on dress parade, little sister,” he
said. “It’s good that khaki doesn’t show the dust, for it’s a dusty
country we’re going to.”
“‘It’s a long, long way to Mexico, it’s a long way to go,’” began
little Ibee; but at that moment the engine whistled, and his father
clasped Private Brave’s hand.
“I am proud of my son,” was all he said.
“And I, of my brother,” Shesa, his big sister, added, with tears in her
eyes.
One more whistle, and the little train started down the playroom
railroad track.
“We’ll bring the limousine nearer the station,” said Mr. Brave, taking
Mrs. Brave’s arm and walking away.
“Father and Mother don’t want anyone to talk with them just now,” said
Shesa.
“I don’t see why. Gee, I wish I was big enough to go,” said little
Ibee, as he watched the train until the last car turned a curve in the
track.
“You’d make a fine soldier, wouldn’t you,” laughed Soami, “when you’re
afraid to go upstairs in the dark.”
“Only sometimes,” answered Ibee; “only when the wind blows hard and
when it’s not moonlight—and then, not often.”
“Why, Soami, Ibee is real brave,” said Shesa. “Don’t you remember how
you were afraid to go down cellar to get some jam last night and Ibee
would have gone, if father hadn’t made you go?”
“Yes, and father stood on the landing the whole time you were gone,
too, Miss,” declared Ibee triumphantly.
“Yes, that’s so,” acknowledged Soami. “I guess Ibee would make a good
soldier—especially a drummer boy. My! he can drum bravely! Did you hear
him yesterday, Shesa?”
[Illustration: “MY! HE CAN DRUM BRAVELY!”]
“Indeed I did,” laughed the sister.
“Yes,” continued Soami, mischievously, “don’t you remember the verses
about—
‘A little man bought him a big bass drum,
Boom-tid-dee-ah-da-boom!
“Who knows,” said he, “When a war might come?
Boom-tid-dee-ah-da-boom!
I’m not at all frightened you understand,
But if I am called to fight for my land,
I want to be ready to play in the band.
Boom-tid-dee-ah-da-boom!’”
“Come, children,” said their father, driving up, “here’s the car. Hop
in.”