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

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COMICS

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S O N A H 3 2 Hall of Fame Elizabeth Winters Versatile buoyant sportsivoman Anne Pelon Adroit effector of photography Deon Cole Talented student of pianoforte Evelyn Binckley Creator of tngenius artistry [106;

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S O N A H 3 A BALEFUL BALLAD OF 3TH FLOOR NORTH One day, as three-thirty rolled round by the clock, All of North Ally was met with a shock, That left an impression not one could forgive. And we ' ll remember it well, as long as we live. With ears bent for news each arrival did list To a tale, sadly told, that went quite like this: Ridden down North Ally in broad daylight, (They must have made a ridiculous sight) A beast of white — rider unknown — Corralled in darkness, next to the phone If held for ransom, no one knew. But ire and concern increasingly grew ' Till nothing else mattered. Oh, we ' d unanimously strive To get our dear Mascot back, dead or alive! ! ! Another day passed and not a thing did we find, Lost, strayed or stolen? was the question in mind No one could answer — we had just to wait. And hope and believe as the hour grew late, That the next day would hold a pleasant surprise In the form of our Mascot again before our eves. But his return was unheralded; no throngs marched before — We just found the remains on the linen room floor. With a tear in the eye and hearts that were crushed We spoke of the deceased in a voice that was hushed. Into the sitting room we carried the dead. And of an antique chest we made his last bed. Floral offerings came; now a rose, now a fern. Some plants not so healthy but none out of turn. Some made of wax, the most brilliant in hue. And if you looked closely, there was a cactus or two. The mourners alone or in groups did pass by, Each carrying a kerchief close to the eye. Oh, the tears that were shed, would have filled an aquarium, But with a contribution from all we wrote this: IN MEMORIAM Our dearly beloved lies here in state May none who mourne him never meet such a fate! He was with us just one week and a day. And now our dear Mascot has passed away. We witnessed his birth! — now we view the remains, May he be with us again ere another moon wanes. — Clara Watkins, ' 33 [108: