Allentown Nurses College - ANC Yearbook (Allentown, PA)

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' 5539 M41 fjlf C52 cqcfmhg 1gB1,fBd Eurggoa Take an oceanful of energy, Acker A tablespoon of guileg Steward About a quart of innocense, Miller A little less of wileg Overholt A pinch or two of naivette Roth And a touch or so of verveg ' Long A hamperful of courage Thompson And just twice as much of nerveg Laub A large amount of sweetness Peters And a sprinkling of deceitg Steyert And as much of human frailty As will make both ends just meetg Kresge A brooklet full of passion McFarland And a river full of loveg O'Donnell The wisdom of a serpent, Davis And the weakness of a doveg Leiby Take a good big chunk of thoughtfulness Weber The same amount of careg l Luebbert And as large a sense of humor As the doctor says you dareg Crothers ' A tiny bit of cussedness, L2lUlOHCh A good deal more of spice 5 Deemel' And just enough of goodness So as not to be too niceg Kline Now mix these all together, For better or for worseg Take a bucketful at bedtime. And we're a Perfect N urse. ' C1355 '22 NELS MCNAUGHTON, 'v'Atlantic Constitution. Page One Hundred Twenty-five

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f fiQ.,4,.7lf1CEf5 Elie firnfesaiwal Smile The world grows brighter year by year, Because some nurse in her little sphere, Puts on her apron and grins and sings, And keeps on doing the same old things. Taking the temperatures, giving the pills, To remedy mankind's numerous ills, Feeding the baby, answering the bells, Being polite with a heart that rebels, Longing for home, and all the while Wearing the same old professional smile. Blessing the new-born baby's first breath, Closing the eyelids that are still in death, Taking the blame for the doctor's mistakes, O dear! What a lot of patience it takes. Going off duty at seven o'clock, Tired, discouraged, just ready to drop, But called back on special at seven-fifteen, With woe in her heart, but it must not be seen. Morning, evening, noon and night, Just doing it over and hoping it's right. ' When we lay down our caps and cross the bar- Oh, Lord will you give us just one little star To wear in our caps with uniform new, In that city above where our Head Nurse is You? Page One Hundred Twenty-four

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'Yie .A Wi C6 lags Keys, Keys, Keys, How We loved to carry keys. K-eys on rings and keys on chains, Whether in shine or Whether in rain. Q Just the jingle of those keys, Just the jingle, just the jingle Of the keys, keys, keys. Keys, Keys, Keys, , How they seemed to offer peace. When our Farewell Song We sung, Greater relief had We none Than the rattle of those keys, Just the rattle, just the rattle Of those keys, keys, keys. A. MCFQRLAND 3 WIIIIH5 f IEQIQ X MIIAIWIQQ IMI, ulllllh Page One Hundred Twenty-six