Augustana Hospital School of Nursing - Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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,....,,g.gTILHIEfQ5fQ 5 5!1,,4 IN MEMORY OF OUR ELEVATOR CHOMED Oh the elevator, the elevator, To its many whims we cater, Q When we're late it makes us laterg Can you blame us if we hate Ter? It stalls between the floors Or stops a yard above the doors. When you think you got it, away it goes, And if you don't step lively you'll lose your toes. Push the button, and when it should stop There she goes past you, to the top. So here is to her when all is said and done, Of her there is really only one. --A Rothkath A PATIENTZS LAMENT Fm a poor patient at a San, Trying to get well as fast as I cang Started with the uflun late last spring, Cough like Hades, don't raise' a thing. Pulse is a hundred, ought to be less Temp, on the warpath, chart is a mess, Appetite rotten, hair coming out, Fm a sick patient there ain't no doubt. Taking medicine, got a swell nurse Great doctor, but he leaves me empty purse It's a tough old world, but Fm out to win, Fm a real good man for the shape Fm in. -A. Rothkath Page sefvenly