Grant Hospital School of Nursing - Beacon Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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h e e a c 0 n a ------ --------- - 1- ---- ----- ---'----'----'- ---'------ - -----------------------------------'----------------'--- ---- ---- - - - - ---'- - - The Cruise of the Good Ship H191-307' The present Crew of the l930', boarded the Ship in 1927, a part in March, and the remainder in September. None of the crew were shanghied but all sailed of their free will. At the time of embarkation each crew selected a mate and chief petty officers, but later they were assembled and became one body with the following officers: Eddie Schneider fliresidcntj .......... ......... lt late Linnic Arn fSecretaryj ...,........... ...... S teward Bee Goodchild fTrcasurcrj ..,,...., ..... . Purser As usual rough weather was the order of the day for the navies. Many were seasick, but the mal-de-inern soon wore off, but only after days spent in the hold, where the land lubbers had to pump out bilge water below water line, and after the performance of other unpleasant duties which demand attention on all well ordered ships. Then came the subjection of the would-be sailors to the authority of King Neptune-the usual rite observed by all who cross the Equator for the first time. f'Member the water fights Gcls?'j VVhcn the ship was well away from land some began to mourn their separation from home, but with a firm hand the navigator fwe suppose the up-to-date word would bc nautician j began to discipline her oft-times unruly charges. Finally the chart showed that Cap Isandl' was near, and then the sailors began to catch the spirit of the cruise. Just. four months after embarking Cap Isand was reached, and there was fitting ceremony, attended by interested ofiicers of the Grant Navy, the crew was capped, and began to tiptoe self- consciously about in white uniforms. In the mind of each one the thought was uppermost: Now l am an able seaman-a real sailor. Gaze on me V' But pride goeth before a fall, and more than one embryo scaman fied from the members of the Medical Corps tremblingly, lest they be sum- moned to aid in the dressings of incisions, or removal of sutures, and more than one felt the reproach in a doctor's gaze when she handed him the wrong instrument. Not always has the acquired cloak of dignity enveloped the Jack Tars of the Good Ship l930, and many a lark have they enjoyed thus far in their voyage. The charm of the occa- sional dance held on the lower deck, will grace many an old sailor's yarn in years to come. The Hallowe'en parties! Yo ho! Yo ho! and a bottle of glycothymolin! The spirit of mischief, which is so characteristic of this piratical crew, at such times had full sway, and in 1928 at the Hallowe'en Party, the crew wrestcd the booty from all other contenders, being awarded first prize for their stunt. Blow me down, me hearties, but we showed 'em a thing or two thar! Our ship is a staunch craft, going full speed under full spread of canvas. Our sails are set for a most successful voyage through the remaining year of our cruise. Our present position is in smooth waters, with a strong current helping us along to our goal. The romance of our voyage has been sublimated into a more serious feeling, so that we thrill less to the adventures which we are passing through. W'e are looking forward, however to the time when We will be given our Master Papers, and will be eligibe to enter the service in the world-wide war of science against disease. Fo1't'y-niize

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he eacon The Song of the Nurse VVith fingers slender and worn, VVith a frame tl1at's ready to fall, A nurse is walking the corridors To answer the needful call. Vllalk! Walk! Walk! Yvith light tread, easy, yet terse, But ever she sings with a tender pitch The soulful Song of the Nursef' Scrub! Scrub! Scrub! Service room, bed, and pan, Dust! Dust! Dust! 'Til all is spie and span. Medications and Foments, Nurishments all day long- VVhile over the bed she lingers and waits- Still singing the Nur:-se's Song! 'YVake ! 'lfVake ! 'VVake! 6 a. rn.-We must be on time! 'Wake! 'VVake! WVake! The alarm's insistent chime. lVhen the weather is warm and bright- In the morning to duty we go- But on wintry days-without the sun's rays Vile tread through the ice and snow. Oh! to breathe the breath of the idle- Lazy, the rich, the elite! VVith roses around and through their hair, Silk pillows beneath their feet. One short day! Just to feel as the idle feel- lVho never know naught how to work or save- Never walk out for a meal! With fingers weary and worn- With complexion faded and white A nurse walks up the lonely hall To answer the signal light. Walk! Walk! VValk! VVith a light tread, easy, yet terse, And ever she sings with a tender pitch, The soulful Song of the Nurse. ...un-E Fifty-one