Dr. Macrae's letter of recommendation of Emily Vuagniaux

 Donald Macrae  Jr.                                                                                        Dr D. Macrae Jr.

City National Bank Building                                                                         Dr. F. RobenBlact

Council Bluffs, Iowa                                                                                         Surgeons

 

 Kindly return E. Vuagniaux                                                                           Aug. 1,1920             

To Whom it may concern.

This is to certify I have known Miss Emily Vuagniaux for a number of years having received her service in the Jennie Edmondson Hospital and many other places including a term of eighteen months in an advanced Mobile Hospital in France. Miss Vuagniaux is especially equipped for surgical work. Including many citations of the hospital in France she personally received the Croix de Guerre from the French Commander General Petain.

Nothing I could write would or could indicate to you the high esteem in which the writer holds the name of the devoted nurse Vuagniaux.

Signed Donald Macrae Jr.

Chief Surgeon 95th Hosp.

EX- Col. C. O. MH No.1 A.E.F.

The song was a favorite of the American troops in France in World War I

 

Over There
Famous Sing Along Patriotic MIDI Song
Lyrics and Music by George M. Cohan (1917) 

Johnnie, get your gun, get your gun, get your gun,
Take it on the run, on the run, on the run,
Hear them calling you and me, ev'ry son of liberty
Hurry right away, no delay, go today
Make your Daddy glad to have had such a lad,
Tell your sweetheart not to pine, to be proud her boy's in line

Over there, over there!
Send the word, send the word, over there!
That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming,
The drums rum-tumming ev'rywhere!
So prepare, say a prayer, send the word, send the word to beware!
We'll be over, we're coming over,
And we won't come back 'til it's over Over There!

Johnnie, get your gun, get your gun, get your gun,
Johnnie show the Hun you're a son of a gun!
Hoist the flag and let her fly, 
Yankee Doodle do or die
Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit

Yankees to the ranks from the towns and the tanks
Make your mother proud of you and the old Red White and Blue

Over there, over there, 
Send the word, send the word, over there!
That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming,
The drums rum-tumming ev'ry where
So prepare, say a prayer, send the word, send the word to beware
We'll be over, we're coming over,
And we won't come back 'til it's over Over There