Calgary General Hospital - In Cap and Uniform Yearbook (Calgary, Alberta Canada)

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IN CAP AND UNIFORM 27 MARGARET WILLIAMSON— Armstrong, B.C. Another example of “good things in small parcels” is this dark-haired lass from B.C. “Made up of wisdom and fun Of all that is fair and dear. ★ ★ ★ ROSE ZURAWEL—Calgary. Rose is our own Sonja Henie from out Ogden way. “She’s not very big, but she’s cute and she’s wise, And she knows a whole lot for her age and her size.” PONOKA AFFILIATE ★ ★ ★ FRANCES LANGLEY. Our affiliate from Ponoka Mental Hos¬ pital. “Frankie” got her education some¬ where near Athabasca. Deciding to find some warmer clime, she migrated south and has spent the last two years with us. “Whose cheery confidence assures A refuge from despair.”

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26 IN CAP AND UNIFORM PHYLLIS NEAME—Calgary. “She’s gentle, sweet, and jolly too; Her ready wit is keen and true.” In a quiet, unobtrusive way Phyllis has won for herself the love and esteem of us all. ★ ★ ★ CECELIA ROSE—Calgary. Greeted her first sunrise in along about 191—. Well, who wants to know anyway? Deda is a willing, thorough, conscientious nurse—excels in high marks and late risings. “Those who bring sunshine in the lives of others Cannot keep it from themselves.” CCHr ★ ★ ★ GWENNETH TAYLOR—Calgary. Born?—Incidentally. Where—why ask me. Why?—Darnifino. Gwennie speci¬ alizes in heart conditions, both on and off duty. ★ ★ ★ JEAN THOMSON—Namaka, Alta. “Hello,” chuckled Jean one June morning in 1918—and she’s been a happy brown¬ eyed lassie ever since. “A cheerful heart is better than much medicine.”

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28 IN CAP AND UNIFORM THE DIET KITCHEN It’s the hardest thing I ever tried, This learning how to cook. When you ask, “How do you make it?’’ They say, “You’ll find it in the book.” At first the place amazes one, It hums so busily, And everyone knows how to cook, That is—everyone but me. There’s a smell of something burning, Senior yells, “Hey, watch your toast.” “I never burnt a single piece I hear one lad} - boast. “Don’t dare open that oven door,” Someone shrieks above the dim, “That cake will sure be ruined. For it’s just now been put in.” Thank heaven for the doctors On whom the blame I lay For the awful diet I prepare For the patients every day. Then the Diabetic menus Cause me much mental strain; All portions are so strictly weighed And the dessert is awfully plain. Just so much carbohydrate, Just so much protein and fat. “Oh you dumbell,” some one shrieks, “You can’t give a diabetic THAT!” On and on it goes, until I think I’m going mad, For now I am the Senior And things are twice as bad.