South Highland Infirmary School of Nursing - Nightingale Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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Who P A lonesome llaeh on the llighlands grew, Listen to my tale of woe: He loved the girls, but surgery, toog Of both these rivals we all knew, NYC knew, we knewg Listen to my tale of woe. . lly girls and widows he was led! Listen to my tale of woe. Yet eould not make his mind to wed. For he loved surgery instead, 'Tis said, 'tis saidl Listen to my tale ol woe, Alas! we knew there'd eome a day: Listen to my tale of woe: XYhen he would like a maid to say ' 'llhat she would take him, anyway: llut now the maids they say him nay: Listen to my tale of woe. Now learn a lesson from this gentg Listen to my tale of woeg For if on surgery you are bent, .Xnd wait until your years are spent, .Xlone lifes journey you will he sentg Listen to my tale of woe. -A Girl. 53 .. -,.m.a,. - W 'W -Y f - ,X ,, H-eww'-U-M V HL-s ' V --,.' .1.Q2r

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City, August 15. My Dear Miss Vaiidiverj Birmingham, Ala.. St-ptenilier 'f':, Of course, you know that Mrs. Irwin was only joking when she put 1860-1911 in my birthday card, for it really is not nearly so bad as all that, and I could prove it to a certainty, only it's such an awful bother. Feeling sure that when years have passed Iwill have your My Dear Miss Vandiver: If my patients should Hncl out that the turf IIIULIXS uf l sympathy in this small, but important, matter, I am, sincerely your thing of the sort. Corflially. friend, ' IOSEPHINE COQPER. Lf XY. l'lfTliRF. Xl IJ 1 .27 Leigh of ff: eff ' A i Y I W il in i -A 5'1 f X5 ll Wi J- l V i s . Alf i iliiil xiii . ll f I i i l i l lily E lp i i-3, I , llli 1 lk wiv li in water which I give them are merely Ublutif' to cut the lun ii grocery bill, they migh become indignant: so please supi r

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An There are some people in Birmingham, And out in the country, too, we are sure, VVho have not heard of our splendid iniirmary, Nor of all the wonderful things vve can cure. And so to you We are addressing these linesg If you would be free from all your ills, And desire to live a long and a happy life, You may need just a few of Dr. Peters' pills. But if the trouble be not melaneholia, Neither measles, mumps nor meningitis, You must send right over for Dr. Prince, For you surely have caught the appendicitis. Ode to the lnfirmary The operation will be done with rare skill and pee l And of all the pleasures that you will have in None will ever give you quite the happiness As a daily visit from Dr. D. S. Moore. Perchance you would like to be a faker. And take a long, quiet rest in bed. For that you get the prettiest nurse. And on raw eggs and milk you will be fed. You will be sure to enjoy our trays. A nice comfy spin in the rolling chair. A cozy corner in the cool solarium. And a big deep breath of pure mountain air. But really there are so many nice things About which it simply won't do to tell, For you would come right over-and then You just never would get Well! -A Senior.