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

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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 .

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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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Maternity The second floor of the PERLEY PAVILION is entirely Maternity cases. As we look around we are impressed by the long shining corridors. This ward is divided into three sections: The Ward, The Nursery, The Case Rooms. Let us now observe the Ward. According to Mrs. Smith—“The day begins at 6:00 a.m. sharp (maybe a little earlier) with a face wash—at seven, temperature, pulse and respiration—7.30, breakfast—8.00 a.m., baths, etc. About 9.15 we hear the rumble of the carriers. Oh, there comes Junior, isn’t he a dear: you know, nurse, I think he is growing. What, time for him to go back to the nursery so soon? The remainder if the morning is spent writing letters, reading books, or finishing the white booties with blue ribbons provided you are fortunate enough not to have the nurse come arcund and help you exercise, or sit in a chair. By now it is lunch time and we certainly are hungry. This routine is repeated approximately three times each day, and our friends break the monotony by visiting us between the hours cf 2.00-3.00 p.m. and 7.30-8.30 p.m. each day. The nurses bustle about, scattering cheeriness as they go, and making our stay in hospital as pleasant as possible.”