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“Every new patient at Trudeau was enrolled as a member of the Thursday Evening Club, which sponsored the hospital social activities, holiday parties, and special events, like the celebrations staged for discharged patients, called ‘Graduation Exercises.’” From [[The Last Crusade%3A The War on Consumption 1862-1954|The Last Crusade: The War on Consumption 1862-1954]], by Mark Caldwell, page 120.
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From ''[[Portrait of Healing|Portrait of Healing]]'', by Victoria Rinehart, pages 89-90.

“All patients at [[Trudeau Sanatorium|Trudeau Sanatorium]] were members of the '''Thursday Evening Club''', which sponsored social activities, holiday parties, and other special events at the hospital.

“Medical staff, nursing staff, local talent from surrounding areas, and sanatorium patients all contributed their talents to various social events. A 1925 program included a mouth organ recital; a medley of Scotch airs; a presentation of x-ray plates; a recitation contest, including ''Symptoms'' and ''My Fibrosis''; a violin concert; and a hypnotism demonstration. A local high school drama director offered a humorous drama presentation, and two nurses entertained by playing the piano and singing.”
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From a column in the ''Chateaugay Record'', Friday, August 12, 1921, via [http://news.nnyln.net/|Northern New York Historical Newspapers]

“Life at the sanatorium is far from being dull as all sorts of entertaining are given to pass the long hours. Musicals are frequently given, and the Boston Symphony ensemble, which is at Lake Placid, recently played for the patients. Motion Pictures are another source of amusement, while the '''Thursday Evening Club''' sees to it that there are few dull moments.”
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From the [[Ed Worthington]] scrapbooks, with a cover page designating the publication as '''''The Weasel''''':

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Congratulations, [[Dick Walters]], at last you’ve found a [[cousining|cousin]]. We like [[Dorothy Murray]] too.

Say boys, have you ever been up in Minnie’s room? It was quite popular the nite of the Scavenger Hunt. That Fisher gal sure did fix [[Charlie Iliff]] up.

[[Nan Lindberg]] has the rep of being the quietest girl in Blumenthal. HAHA! BUT birds of a feather cousin together. [[Abe Mushlin]], you know, is from Hall, the Psychopathic Ward.

[[Ann Breen]] is crazy about ball games, but when seen one Sunday at the ball game seated in a light blue roadster, she seemed more interested in her escort.

[[Kerbs II|Kerbs 2]] is a Rest Cottage, [[Saul Grossman]]. Are you sure you are resting all the time you are there?

Wouldn’t the boys get a treat if they could see [[Peggy Deane]]‘s snappy polished toe nails lit. How about showing them, some time Peggy?

It isn’t a rainbow that [[Sam Friedman]], has around his shoulder, but a woman around his neck, and she isn’t a lightweight either!

[[Helen Croke]] sure goes in for big men and titles. Don’t you know--[[Henry Leetch|Dr. Leech”]], and then there is Dr. [[Bill Frank]]!

Dr. [[Paul Culbreath]], why don’t you give the girls a break? They’d like to hear sweet nothings whispered in that Southern drawl of yours.

[[Bidabar Bradley]] is sort of alone these days. The “Big Moment” [[Tom Lee]] is sojourning in New York.

For a bed patient, [[John Grady]] is making quite a bit of progress with a certain nurse.

What! [[Grace Sherwood]], no ground cousin???!! Surely you don’t spend all your time in [[Ludington infirmary|Ludington]]?

[[Derry Stiber]] seems to enjoy reading the newspaper with one of Trudeau’s dashing heroes. Is it possible that you are trying to establish a cousinship? You know, Derry, he lives in Montreal -- not in New York. 

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[[Ina Anderson|Ina Anderson]] sort of goes in for redheads.

Is the picture of that beautiful girl on your dresser the reason you ere not giving the Trudeau girls a break, [[Eddie Slevin]]?

[[Elsie DeWitz]] is going angling. How about going hunting, Elsie--for a duck?!

[[Walter Mack]] has been going on some special expeditions lately. They must have been pretty interesting when he forgot to wear his rubbers home.

Good things come in small packages, also “gentlemen prefer blondes” -- how ya doin’, [[Violet Hoephner]]?

[[Tommy Rooney]]‘s antenna is certainly popular.

[[Herman Platz]] has always been very popular with the ladies, and now with his snappy roadster!! Ugh! Ugh! Looks as though the lady doctor heads the list.

It has been learned that [[Tom Turnoy]] won’t be back. So it’s O.K., fellas, [[Mary Morris]] is now open for any and all offers of cousining.

[[Gladys Baker]] is a perfect illustration of one kind of Trudeau spread, and it doesn’t require an X-ray to show it.

When are you going to give the girls on the grounds a break, [[Bud Wright]]? Don’ t you think you have concentrated on the nurses long enough? Or are you waiting for [[Elsie Brem]] to come to the grounds?!

[[Caroline Leonardo]] and Weski are talking of taking that excursion to New York. Caroline was heard to remark that she couldn’t climb into the upper berth. Guess you will have to take the upper, Weski.

We didn’t think anything could throw our Treasurer, [[Abe Mushlin]], but we were wrong. It was either a little bug or a little girl.

[[Juanita Hayman|Nita Hayman]] will probably profit by [[Ed Worthington|Eddie Worthington]]‘s new position as librarian. What he doesn’t already know, he can find out from his books, but it won’t be much. 
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Hands off [[Frank Hoye]], girls!!! Or Mrs. Frank might pass you the black bottle some time when you are on trays.

Boys, did you know that there is a Southern belle in our midst? Her name? Why, of course, it’s [[Margaret Kneisley]] of Blumenthall.

Hurry up down to the grounds, [[John Fox]], All the girls are lined up waiting for you.

[[Nellie Shanley]] hasn’t collected the five hundred dollars yet, but it’s due to arrive any day. Wonder who the lucky cousin will be? This young follow, [[Deckert]], up in Kerbs seems to have first call now.

These Southerners are surely fickle. [[Harry Richardson]] didn’t take long finding heart balm after [[Emmy Roberts]]‘ departure. The nurses seem to have furnished plenty!

[[Frances Barnett]] sort of called halt to her cousining since her handsome husband, Jugsie, paid a visit.

[[Dave Kohen]] seems sort of “lost in a fog” since his return from his vacation and finding [[Bee Beiring]] among the missing.

This certain young doctor is quite busy these days, [[Rite Morrissey]], but cheer up! [[Trudeau School]] doesn’t last all summer.

[[Betty Thompson]] is full of pep these days. It’s not only her discharge; there’s that June graduation -- hubby’s you know!

It was a remarkable coincidence that the same night that [[Mel Barnes]] cracked his head in the bathroom, he also lost his hat.

Say, [[Mary White]], are you making out as well with [[Charlie Iliff]] at the table as you did with [[James Howard McDermott]]?

Tell us, [[Joe Miskela]], are all the girls falling for your Rudy Vallee smile -- even the blonde in the kitchen?

[[See also:]] [[Free Bed Fund]]
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'''Sung to the tune of “The Man on the Flying Trapeze”'''

1. 
A year ago we were both healthy and well<br>
As sound as the day we were born<br>
But now we’re in Trudeau and if we must tell<br>
We feel just a little shop-worn --<br>
Oh--We sleep thru the day with the greatest of ease<br>
We’re known to friends as the lying T.B.’s<br>
We don’t flick an eyelid or reflex our knees<br>
A bug was the cause of it all.


2. 
One year ago we never knew what it meant<br>
To hit the hay much before dawn<br>
With dancing and prancing our energy went<br>
Until we were pretty forlorn --<br>
Oh --We stay on our backs just taking our ease<br>
They call us the two little lying T.B.’s<br>
We hope in ten years we will beat the disease<br>
A bug was the cause of it all.


3.
When cops say arrested - it means that you’re pinched<br>
And you’re on your way to a cell,<br>
But when we’re arrested it means it’s a cinch<br>
That we have a chance to get well<br>
So --We stroll thru the mountains and under the trees<br>
But rest hour finds us just lying T.B.’s’<br>
Cause after a mile, we get weak in the knees<br>
A bug was the cause of it all.<br>


4. We’re in the bed more than the mattress itself<br>
We figure the doctor to please<br>
We get much more rest than a box on the shelf<br>
We’re even too tired to sneeze --<br>
Oh --Sometimes on our porch below 50 degrees<br>
We’re flat on our backs - just two lying T.B.’s<br>
We fear some night though we surely must freeze<br>
Twill then be the end of it &ndash;all!


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