Grace General Hospital - Our Days of Grace Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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The doctors say a healthy babe, Should be a delicate pink; But I do doubt the truth of that For this is what I think: The baby in the crib right there Is a darling little feller; But as to being pink, I’d say, He was a robust yeller!!

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c ctse ° Q ovn If we get the New Year’s baby, We’ll be happy all next year; We had a lot of Christmas and Missed our Christmas Cheer. We have gone without our dinner, Carried bedpans, mile on mile; If we get that New Year’s baby ’Twill have really been worthwhile. (But we didn’t get it.) ' Jperctting Ko om If you can keep your head, when all about you Are losing their’s and blaming it on you; If you can take the stoney glares and screaming, And taking, also learn to love them, too; If you can wait, and not be tired of waiting, Or, being shouted at, and not shout, too, Then come to the long bright corridor, The Grace’s O.R. on the fourth floor — They will all be waiting there for you. If you can turn deaf ears on all the roars, And at odd times, mop up the blood-stained floors; If you can learn to lip-read all commands, And quickly do all scrub-nurses’ demands; If you don’t mind the sight of blood and gore, Or blood-soaked sponges, dripping on the floor, Then come, etc. If you can borrow half-sheets from the ‘hoarders’ And borrowing, can yet be ever spry; If you can readily fulfil all orders, And in fulfilling, never question ‘why?’ If you can fill each and every minute With sixty seconds worth of distance fun, Yours is the O.R, and everything that’s in it, And what is more, you’ll be a good scrub nurse In the bright days that are to come. 55

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The whole thing started one bright sunny day When the change list read, R. Beattie — D.K. I jumped high with joy, I was so excited ’Cause cooking’s the art in which I delighted, In the following days I learned a great deal About how to measure and weigh out a meal. Salads, desserts, and beverages too Were part of the chores that we had to do. How bewildering it was and frustrating too Especially with temperature—102! So when I am old and feeble and gray My grandchildren will hear of the great D.K. They’ll think me a hero for standing the heat While making up fruitplates and scorching the meat. Now let me explain here once and for all There were days in the place when we had a ball. The cheese really is good that’s bought for the Grace And also the milkshakes that fatten your face. This phase of my training I’ll always recall And maybe look back and smile on it all. o vt asidctlty C is for the Cars that knock people out And break a few bones without a doubt. A is for Aid, which we render so . . . well We hope at least it makes them feel swell. S is for Sutures, Suction and Such, Which doctors delight to use very much. U is for Unas paste, to legs slapped on; But did you ever try an injection through one? A is for Antedote, which some people need To neutralize the poison they were careless to heed. L is for Late, which most doctors are; Of course the nurses are always ‘right thar!’ T is for Tape, adhesive we mean; To hold pieces together where they should have been. Y is for YOU . . . you’ll love it here, If you come to Casualty in the next year! hctvvnctcy A dinner invitation had been sent to the newly- settled physician. In reply the hostess received an absolutely illegible letter. “If I were you,” suggested the husband, “I should take it to the druggist. Drug¬ gists can always read doctors’ writing.” The druggist looked at the slip of paper, went into the dispensary, returned in a few moments, laid down a bottle. “There you are, madam, that will be 75 cents.” 57