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

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Children ' s Ward “Visiting hours 2 p.m. to 3.30 p.m. Just one visitor to a patient please. Would you please wait in the Waiting Room?’’ That’s right—this is Child¬ ren ' s Ward. Down the corridor echoes that familiar question. “Nurse, when will my Mummy come?” “I want to go home. But soon the kiddies realize that a hospital isn’t the horrid place they ' ve heard about, and that nurses are capable of love and affection as well as giving medicinal injections. Gown, mask, basins with dettol and water, paper towels—let us move on—that was Isolation. The curtains are drawn aside, so through the window let us take a peek at the tiny tots in the nursery, sleeping, playing, laughing, and crying, as the gowned nurse goes back and forth feeding, changing, and loving them. Oh—Oh! What’s that? Even the little ones recognize her with her peni¬ cillin syringe, but it must be done. Here’s the form kitchen, where all the babies’ formula e are cooked and poured, and where at night the fudge is cooked. No? Steam kettles, oxygen tents, semi-fowler beds. This must be the pneu¬ monia room. By patient care, by love and kindness, by exact feedings, by medicines and treatments, the little one are cared for. We may not understand nor see Into the depth and mystery Of pain bearing and tear, Yet through the suffering of kiddies dear In us the flowers of sympathy Spring up and scatter everywhere.

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X-Ray Our X-Ray Department specializes in diagnostic films. Here they photograph the head or the feet or any¬ thing in between. Of course they don’t X-Ray the patients from head to toe. but they skillfully bring out the bones or organs requested by the doctor. By these films the Physicians and Surgeons are enabled to treat specifically any disease, disorder or fracture. May this page in our year book express to Dr. Symington and the X-Ray Staff, our sincere appreciation for the guidance and knowledge we have obtained from working with them. I ' ve shut the door on yesterday, Its sorrows and mistakes; I ' ve locked within its gloomy walls Past failures and heartaches. And now I throw the key away To seek another room, And furnish it with hope and smiles. And every springtime bloom. No thought shall enter this abode That has a hint of pain. And worry, malice and distrust Shall never therein reign. I ' ll shut the door on Yesterday And throw the key away— Tomorrow holds no doubts for me Since I have found Today.

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Father ' s Footstep: father and his tiny son Crossed a rough street one stormy da see, papa ”, cried the little one I stepped in your steps all the way . h, random childish hands that deal Quick thrusts no coat of steel could st touched him with the touch of steel: I stepped in your steps all the way . this man shirks his manhood due, And heeds what lying voices say, is not one who falls, but two, I stepped in your steps all the way .