Michael Reese Hospital School of Nursing - Reestar Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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Wi gf! i ,J .-s-I --, 4? E9 ETUSCCCDLRINIEIQB THE CHARTS With Apologies to Rudyard Kipling, The Filesn Charts- The charts- You'lI find it in the chartsl Every dose and medication, Every sign and palpitation, Is recorded with the time in the charts. Did the patient shun his supper? Is his pain low, mid, or upper? An accurate account is in the chart. Did his wife or sweetheart call? Are they strolling in the hall? ltis there in faultless printing in the chart. Was he reading news at eight? Did he sleep a little later? There s a most concise notation in the chart. Is his state fair, good or poor? ls he ballcing at your cure? Nursel Will you bringme his chartl Is he home, or just released? Cr officially deceased? Don t Ioolt for him, it tells all in the chart. fAnd when Gabrielfs trump is sounded, IT HAPPENED LIKE THIS 'Twas just before davvning, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The linen was placed at the bedsides with care, In hopes that the day nurses soon would be there. The patients were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of stewed plums danced through their heads. My colleague and I with confident hearts l'Iad just settled ourselves to finish the charts. When out in the ward there arose such a clatter, We sprang from our deslc to see what vvas the matter. What should our wondering eyes behold But old Mr. X. standing stark in the coldl l'lis sideboards had fallen, his tent was in shreds. The patients had started with fright from their beds. What luclcl l'Ie's on ubed rest IHThere was no time to thinlt As he strode to the fountain to get his ovvn drinlc. We hustled him baclc and were gentle but firm, As we told him the orders, explained every term. But he roared, as we pinned on his call-bell And the doomsday boolcs expounded, for help, We'll be judged by the evidence in the charts.D 'lm perfectly able to wait on myselflu 111 ,rf j,fffiIZff:'jf fflidfj T T L I f 5 INCREDIBLE M l7:7 f dill? I tif With nothing but her shell-pinlt ear 1 4 of ,W f ln the midst of all the din, Vuldiff M .JIM She hears the fetal heart tones 0 jf A hrough a gown, a sheet, and slcin. .ff oiflfyprff III, uioisi sioisitv fi 7?M, JJPJIISIAMIT lp VH Ou , , rn ,M G,L.Mtmij,Img,ij,,, 0 VV ty, 'M nb' Iv c wit I II X ...ucv- fling! 1. , WA is ,fi2'-1 js 4'- iffk - . 1' T ' f . JY .5 17 '-JZ.. if . he -H es

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pana- -if WE NURSES We hold oloft the burning flome of Iight Peveoling Icindness soft, ond devoted service bright. For us there is no roce nor creed But only mon in need. Qften our poths ore troubled-so mony wrongs-sso mony rights. Qften our heorts ore burdened. Do our proyers fill the nights? But we thonlc Thee, God, for chonces to teoch the joys of living. And Iecirn the greotest gift of cill-the strength there is in giving, ON VISITING DAY There is hustling ond jostling in the lobby Even though it's not yet two Information is crobby, ond Service is oll in o stew. po remembered the oronges ond True Storym The conclyfs well hid under grondmo's showl, They'Il let Posey up without ony worry, For she doesn't looI4 twelve ot ull. The boy in the elevotor must hove the cords, From the Goldbergs, Slovinskys, the jonsens ond Greens. Get off ot fourth, turn left for the words, Whot's wrong with Dod, he's behind the screens? Then everyones Icissing ond crying ond trying to speoI4 A crescendo of Yiddish, Polish ond Greelc. A voin seorch for voses for poor stroggling flowers. Then there's olwoys o heortless nurse to soy, Sorry, this is the end of visiting hoursI And thot is Reese on visiting doy, ff , . WW- X . , -ri: N-'sts-Em A COMPENSATION In oddition to your room ond boord You get your Ioundry free, An item not to be ignored In onels economy. I-Iow fortunote indeed ore we For oII this extro service, But the sight of shottered lingerie Is bound to rnolce you nervous. Mongled by some borborion Your clothing will be rushed Bock to you quite spic and soon With oII the buttons crushed. So there isnxt ony soving When you think of the weor ond te-or Unless you're copoble of hoving Cost-iron underweor,