Settlement Nurse
Settlement Nurse
A mysterious, deranged vagrant in a coma. Isn’t that every young woman’s ideal?
Cindy anxiously watched her delirious patient. Kenneth Randall was a new experience for her. To the older nurses from the settlement house he was just another drifter—a vagrant who moved from one cheap hotel room to another, from one misery to the next
But Cindy saw only a man who needed her as no one ever had. It as her job to save him. But from what? His past was a mystery. And what of his future? Did it depend on the show girl who had left her green stockings in his room?
Suddenly Cindy was shocked to realize that she was actually jealous of a woman she had never seen. It was ridiculous—but it had happened. Cindy was falling in love with a strange man she hadn’t even spoken to!
A mysterious, deranged vagrant in a coma. Isn’t that every young woman’s ideal?
Later on in the book we learn that Mr. Right is really “a handsome but despondent young actor,” but that’s essentially the same thing, isn’t it? Except for the coma part, of course. But after a few dates with a sulking, self-absorbed thespian, she’ll probably look back on those early, speechless days with great fondness.
I love the two hoodlums standing in the background on the cover. They look like two extras from West Side Story waiting for the craft services truck to arrive. The waistline on the brunette’s jeans hits him a good three inches above the belly button, but he probably had to keep them hiked up like that or you couldn’t see his white socks. And that single light in the upstairs bedroom can’t be good. Surely all decent folk went to sleep hours ago…
Comments
Pam
Is it just me, or do the nurses on the covers of the nurse books seem to look like they were drawn by whomever draws the models for Butterick patterns?
jenny
No, I think you’re right Pam. But this old gal’s looking especially harsh. Her eyebrows look like they’re made of variegated orange yarn. Or the old burnt pumpkin shag carpet from my parents’ [former] basement. The artist must have rendered her using those particularly fragrant old El Marko broad-tip permanent markers.
Can’t have been “West Side Story,” grettir. Nobody in “West Side Story” wears green stockings; they’re all in nude- or toffee-colored hose.
Kimball
I’m especially grateful for the note in the lower left hand corner of the cover informing me that this is an “Original Novel, Not a Reprint.” Were it a “reprint,” I might be tempted to discount it as mindless, coma-inducing drivel. As an “original novel,” it deserves my unqualified respect and undivided attention.
Kate
Green Stockings? Does the “handsome but despondent young actor” have anything to do with Irma la Douce?