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

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ll ' SONAH-27 I 'H , Eleanor Neiman, my dears, loves music and fun But yet on the floors always has her work done. Anne Quigley's a model in housekeeping ways, Not one speck of dust in her room ever stays. Velma Raabe is known by her kind winning way, She's a lover of tennis, plays a Hue game, they say. Rosenberger is pretty, her eyes shine as stars And often goes riding with friends in their cars, Evelyn Salford is tall, also very thin, She is a NY worker and many members doth win. Marie Sager's a girl whose hair always is waved, And whose overnight passes for Ann Arbor are saved Joie Shipley, my friends, can always smile, E'en though of work she has a pile. Betty Smith from Wisconsin has come here to stay For she'll live in Detroit, I've heard folks say. Evie Smith's a Canadian with brown wavy hair, And often to Windsor in days off doth repair. Irene Stemple is neat and very sedate, I don't think she ever stays up too late. There's Nora Sterling next in line, Another who at ball does shine. While Dorothy Tait from Toronto came To add to that city her quota of fame. Mary Vespa's cheeks are a rosy red And of work she seems to have no dread. Eva Warner always seem to please And to her patients gives much ease. While West, in hours spent in her room Gives to her neighbors many a tune. Bright Ethel Wolfe is often seen To hurry out, for on dates she's keen. And last, but not least of my story told, Is Bertha Woods with heart of gold. Now comes to an end, my introduction I've given it to you in proper state So you may draw your own deduction Of the fiftyfseven of '28. K. MCT L, .5' 85

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'll - SONAH-27 I D ut And there's Chicky Horen, a girl so petite, That many do envy her tiny small feet. From a great Western town came Helen Hancock, Who since coming here has been shorn of her locks. And Hunty, demure and quiet, you know, She's quite fond of cooking, and moreover can sew. Now Hendrickson is a friend of Hall, And these two excel at Volley Ball. And tall Helen Ivey who reads books by the score, They're piled in her room on both tables and floor. Mildred jones is a blonde, no one can deny, And for someone not here she often doth sigh. Bess Keister, the one who's fond of a joke, She comes from the state where much coal they stoke. Now Rosey Krummack's a basketball fan, But yet she has time for many a plan. As for Marion Kinney, who swims in the pool, Her diving is really the talk of the school. In our class is an artist, let's to everyone tell, One initial is F., the other one L. Pearl McCord came from Kansas, some distance you s To add to her knowledge of E. E. N. and T. From over the seas came a curlyfhaired lass, J. McCowan's her name, the real Scot of the class. McFayden is known to us all as just Bert, She's fond of the funnies and at ball is expert. Marg. McDowell, very clever and witty and wise, As spokesman at lecture she sure takes the prize. Ann McDonald is known as just little Mac, ee, She comes from New England and has friends by the stack. K. McTears a Canuck, both tall and fair, Whene'er there's a meeting she's sure to be there. A girl fond of swimming and other sports, too, Is Mattie McKeown, I know her, don't you? A girl who hasn't lost one day Is Anna Matson, with always full pay. Evelyn Martin, I'm glad to say, Is back from her illness, we hope to stay. From Owen Sound comes Dotty Middleboro, Her room is a picture, we very well know. Monroe is a native of Michigan State, At rollfcall or duty she's never been late. T- aF 84

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. H . , SONAH-27 I 'H X . Bits from the Best Sellers 1. THE BLIZZARD SCENE from HBICYCLING THROUGH THE BAD LANDS By JAMES OLIVER Doowoob I had bicycled all day over wasteless tracts of ice-and snow, and by the compass on my wrist, which compared almost accurately with the position of the North Star, I knew I was lost. Where was latitude 56, beyond whose vast iceflocked confines my brother, fearless hunter that he was, had penetrated, and circumlocuting the Arctic Circle several times, had set his traps for jack rabbits? Suddenly the sun disappeared behind a small bush, and hark, what was that? Ah, 'twas the wind. In that awful moment I knew I was helpless in the grip of the blizzard, whose terrible clutches are the dread of every true adventurer in the Bad Lands. I brought my trusty bicycle to a stop and dismounted-nothing could be gained by getting in a panic. Cooly I prepared for the worst. I pulled my silk stockings over my knees, buttoned up my coat, adjusted my snow glasses, and once more mounting my bicycle, I started off towards the North Star. The sheets of windfdriven snow enveloped me but deathfweary though I was, I pedalled on and on. Suddenly I saw the glimmer of a star-ah, 'tis a light, no, it isn't- yes, oh, I am dreaming-no-I am not-it is a light. I was pedalling so furiously that, before I could stop myself I ran right into a door. I flung myself off my bicycle and hammered with all my feeble strength against its wooden panels. It slowly opened and my snowfblinded eyes beheld him who was ever my ideal of what a man should be-tall, straight, his hands and face reddened by the glare of the Hudson's Bay Heater within- The crucial moment of my life had come. Should I enter or should I mount my bicycle and ride away into the howling night? 2. THE BOY ADVENTURER or DRIFTING IN DETROIT-A sample of the old 400 page novel condensed into 400 words Abner, or Abe as he was known by the bunch at the livery stable, was the apple of Farmer Applebarrel's eye Cwhen he was stewed he was apple saucej. The Applebarrels were thrifty but several summers of hog cholera had compelled the old son of the sod to place a mortgage on the southeast potato'patch, and on the morrow the sheriff would arrive and carry away the potato patch. Pop, said Abe, with tears running down his cheeks, I will restore the fallen fortunes of this homestead, and seizing his Gladstone bag, kissing his mother and the hired girl, and waving goodfbye to the hired man, he walked swiftly down the lane towards Detroit. Pk Sk SK Two days later we see Abe lounging on a lounge in the lounge of the BookfCadillac. Diamonds flickered on his fingers and flashed from his bow tie. You askin amazement, Can this be Abe, Abe Applebarrel? Yes, it not only can, but, what's more, it is. How came the lightning transformation? Our hero has, overnight, become Detroit's leading Boy Bandit. H. I. and I. B. ,faejD5'i-',aes. ' Y N. 86