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

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Q ...JTMIQQQEXQ 5355! Alphonso is a lover of music. He attends song practice every Thursday even' ing. In fact he has become so engrossed in the art that he has forgotten that clean' liness is next to Godliness. One evening he demonstrated his enthusiasm by leaping upon a table. Carter quickly removed him from his exalted position and put him out in the outer darkness where he became a wiser cat. Now he controls the emo' tions which music cause in his feline breast and contents himself by quietly purring his appreciation. We hope that Professor Hultman may come to appreciate his musical ability and appoint him our leading soloist. rr ,ZW . if PREVAILING DISEASES IN SENIGR CLASS: i Bessie Kubec-Manomania. Ethel Jones-Speakophobia. Sophie Lund-Gigglitis. Edna Larson-Sleepophilia. Esther Hooglund-Adipositis. Dorothy Hanvvay-Gloomectony. Lillian Radzom-Lisporrhea. Naomi Nelson-Kimonofectony. Kathryn Nelson-Coiffeurosis. Mathilda Westberg-Trainerniania. Signe Swanson-Peaceophonia. Irene Friskopp--Baldomania. Evangeline Isaacson-Cleveritis. Edna Kittleson-Discreetoma. Lillie Olson-Cerealosis. Gunhild Crown-Lateosis. Eleanor Wivagg-Bangorrhea. Grace Copper-Speedectomy. Helen Kolstad-Silentosis. Lulu Alberts-Studyematosis. Eva Nelson-Fatiguerrhea. Olga Carlson-Javamania. Wilniina Moran-Noisorrhea. Harriet Carter-Sportomania. Alma Rothkath-Vampophobia. Muriel Hanson-Bragorrhea. Catherine Jensen-Romanceophilia. Page selvcfziy-fo1Lr

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'TMIEJQQEXQ 3355! THINGS THAT NEVER HAPPEN: Eva, awake through one whole lecture. Van, without her wit. Bill, without pep. Crown, on time for breakfast. Cooper, in a hurry. Katy, without her bang curled. Dorothy, without a giggle. Kitty, not cramming for an exam. Jensen, not in a hurry. Lil, doing something wrong. Bess, without a date. Coma, being called Edna. Frisky, with hennaed hair. Naomi, not singing My Wild Irish Rose while in the bath tub. Carter, without a Saturday Evening Post. Carlson, refusing coffee. Sophie, with a sober face. Alberts, having a date. Kolstad, without her sarcasm. Muriel, old enough to take State Board. Esther, reducing. Ottoson, using rouge. Jones, not talking Radzom, not imitating someone. Rothkath, late for breakfast. Wivagg, refusing to dance. Signe, being cross. Miss Olson: -L'Do you-P know how many ribs you have? Preliminary Student: Oh dear no, I am too ticklish to count them. Miss Olson: 'LWhat's a skeleton? H Miss Carter: O, that's bones with the people rubbed off. Probie hands in a drawing of a femur with a long line drawn thru it, and on inquiry informs Miss Olson that the line represents the spinal cord. Miss Olson: Define diaphoresisf' Ruth K.: 'LInflammation of the diaphragm. Ivliss Kroncke fcalling the meat man over the phonejzf How much are your ribs today? Page seventy-three

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rrmrfisfi 55355 I Bughouse The King of Agarffrgar was a very cultured man, Who molded col'nies in the East as only such kings can, His pathogenic teachings caused reactions in the mass, For when his case was analyzed they said, We'll give him gas. His dope is all polluted, now this parasite shall die. He gives us plated theories, but his toxins won't slide by. So microtomes from Bulgaris were brought and put in place. These instruments, the natives cried, shall fumigate the race. Schizomycetes yelled the king, somethings fermenting here- My sterile brain must determine a way to end my fear. But no solution did he find-The moral of this tune- Those who inoculate with wrong are not themselves immuneq M r med our -ID oqdewn '-- ig .. I-OZQT -'33-Xvxhev YXCQ65 rcTTtwvN'G, Nuvseeyidume. Is there any food value in dates? Alma R.: It depends on whom you make it with. lust Tonsils I thought that tonsils were a joke Until I had mine out, I used to smile and wonder What all the fuss was about. One day the Doctor told me My sore throat needed care, He placed me on the table And applied the little snare. When I awoke my throat felt like The giraffes in the zoo, And every time I'd swallow It would last an hour or two. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I wished that I was dead, I lost my patience and ten pounds And spent two weeks in bed. atchie. Page smvclzty-five