Henry Ford Hospital School of Nursing - Sonah Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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, -..H . W, SONAH-27 I 'H . ,. Wild Nell, the Pet of the Plains Introduction On the banks of Palmer Puddles, 'neath the green trees cool and shady, Sat the Seniors, eager, waiting. On the greensward stepped the reader Stepped the reader of the drama, stood erect and called the players. Introducing all the players, by their names and wondrous titles, Lady Vere de Vere, the Heiress, Handsome Harry, King of Cowboysg' Sitting Bull, the Sonah Big Chief, with 'LBull Durham, his Accomplicef' Hula Hula, Medicine Wonian, from the prairies around Kingsville. Last came L'Wild Nell, from Virginia, the loved maid of Handsome Harry. ACT I Rumbling o'er the dusty prairie, came a stagecoach from afar, From it stepped a noble lady, not unseen by Handsome Harry Lightly tripped the titled heiress, calmly sweet and unpretentious, Picked the flowers of the woodland, 'till her dainty feet were weary. Rested on a prickly cactus, unaware of Big Chief's hiding. Sitting Bull, with his accomplice, seized her from her cactus throne. Galloped roughly o'er the prairie Cfollowed close by Handsome Harry, With Wild Nell held close behind him, eyes agleam with jealous envyl. To the teepee quickly galloped, tied her to a stake for judgment. ACT II Hula Hula, their tribunal, then decreed that she should burn. As they danced around her, yelling, warfwhoops of their tribe and nation, Fate stepped in to save the maiden, in the form of Handsome Harry. With a whirling of his lasso, felled he all those dancing round her, Shot them all with just one bullet, dropped them quick on dusty Bad Lands. Then Nell, the darling of the prairie, joined the two, the happy lovers, Handsome Harry and the Heiress, Cwhile she strove to hide her feelingj. Having done her duty nobly, stabbed her aching heart in anguish. There the play so nobly ended, honor to Nell's sacrifice! s L. M. and M. S 34 FK PF Spring has come-it's here at last And all the long cold winter's past But when I think of Lansing, Mich. For summertime l do not wish. G. MCG. Pl: 214 It's solemn to think that on May the twelfth, Wheii I fasten my bedroom door, I am closing the door of a wonderful life, That I never may enter more. L. A. S. 128

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ll -' SONAH-27 l Nl , ,, , Autobiography of SelffExpression in Spelling I was born, or introduced by Geoffrey Chaucer, the Father of English Literature - into England some time after the race of goode fellowesn had vanished. I took like wild fire. Spenser used me moderately and Shakespeare was quite dependent, even if he wasn't positive about his own name. Later, of course, the people saw into what diflif culties they had gotten themselves. But it was too late, the publishers had gained control of helpless Me. I proved to be quite a problem. They found it necessary to have five or six helpers, reclining at ease as they ordered the publishing of edition after edition of spellers. Oh, but then was when I met my Waterloo. They started pinching me-governing me by rules-everything had to be according to ethics. So, through the past centuries my life has been going from bad to worse. I've met people whose spirits longed to express themselves in original orthography. Why, I have wondered, could not some of them establish a school of free spelling where I might again thrive? I believed that the solution might be found to rest on those potentates of the pubf lishing houseg the publishers themselves. It was to their interest to keep the rule clad spelling alive, because they derived a comfortable income from spelling books which they forced on an unwilling public. But because they believed that I had always been a stiff sort of being, they, like all absolute monarchs, hated a change. Every once in a while an energetic, courageous person tried to present the publishers with contributions which showed a certain pleasing personality in freefspelling, but it was in vain. Their efforts came back with a haughty rejection slip-or they were published with every one of those original little quirks in the spelling curbed and cast in the steel mold of good usage. During the nineteenth century I occasionally found a spirit willing to brave tyranny and opposition in order to do his bit toward the liberation of their struggling contempof raries and successors. But Victorianism caught these brave souls as it did everyone else, and they have, as a result, the spelling of today. Oh, for the return of the days when The Canterbury Tales were written, and when spelling was merely a good chance to display originality! But what can the general and Writing public do? The rule of the publisher is absolute, and unquestionable obef dience is exacted. So I must continue life-muted by all-yet not allowed to be myself, and alas! I soon expect to be only a thing of the past. E. S. Ill Ik Ik AN EXAMPLE OF INDIRECT QUESTIONING Rena: L'Ella, will you go over to Gym with me? Ella: UNO, I can't tonight. Rena: Well then, let me wear your shoes. ,f!6ail :,4a.'Y Y 130