A friend of The Woman's Voice, the energetic Mrs. Anissa Rawda Najjar, visited the National School of Nursing to give the readers, men and women, of The Woman's Voice a true idea of this great national project. Let us listen to her tell of it...

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A hospital, then a "clinic," then the home of Dr. Khalidi stand as an eastern wall for the National School of Nursing in Ras Beirut. For Dr. Mustafa Khalidi, who founded this school in 1948, watches over it in all its aspects: he teaches in it, his friends are its teachers, donating their efforts and their knowledge, and Dr. Khalidi spends from his own money on this school.

I entered the National School of Nursing to convey to the readers of The Woman's Voice something true about a mighty work that one man, with his good will

and his patriotic drive, was able to accomplish, and to draw their attention to the latent capacity of the individual — how great and useful it is when its possessor can bring it into being.

The reception room is on the upper floor. The dismissal bell had rung, and here were the pupils still streaming toward the admin-istration room, and here was the secretary, Miss Khanum, coming and going with pen and papers in hand. At last, praise God, she noticed my presence. No sooner had I asked for the directress than she hastened to apologize. — Yes, the directress is here, in the

second classroom. Pardon us, we did not notice you; we are finish-ing the accounts of the kermesse (the charity bazaar) which we held on Saturday for the school. It was a success. We may take in a thousand liras. — And what will you do with this money? — We have the girls' uniforms, and the rent of the building, and... and... I said: Has the school no income from the pupils themselves? She said: There are 66 pupils in the school, Lebanese and Palestinian, and admission is free except for 75 Lebanese liras, paid to cover the materials and instruments the pupil uses. — That is a meager income. Who bears the rest of the expenses? She said: Dr. Khalidi... and what charitable people donate. I said: I read in this booklet that you accept holders of the elementary certificate. Is this the general level of the nurse with you? She said: No. The "brevet" is the entrance level; but what you are reading is a passing oppor-tunity that will not come again. It is for those whose educational level is below the complementary certificate: they may come to our summer school and prepare themselves to enroll in the school at the beginning of next year.

Mrs. Armali, the directress of the school, came in, so we moved to the administration room, and the directress apologized for her lateness, owing to her having only recently taken over the admin-istration. I said: The problem of taking over from the former directress is arduous, but harder still is the administration itself, especially if you have a program of your own.

She said: Of course I have a program of my own. I believe