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

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N A H LAMENT 1. Big cars 4. Old cars 2. Little cars 5- Kiddie cars 3. Pretty cars 6. Box Cars 7. And I walk Miss Thomson: Good Morning! Cleaning out your room? CoUette: No, cleaning out the dirt and leaving the room. HOW TO ENJOY A ACATION Go next door or across the street; sit there and wish you were at home. Remark- ably like being away on a vacation. Examine the ruts in the roads near your home through a magnifying glass. Looks exactly like the Grand Canyon. Poke cmders in your eye and sleep on a pantry shelf. Wonderful substitute for an upper berth. Fill your grips with books or lead, and run for cars every day. Same thing as touring Europe. Fill bath-tub with water, put in some broken glass and tin cans. Ah! just like the old swimming hole! Let the faucet run in the kitchen sink or bath-tub. Sounds as if you were at Nia- gara. Let the mosquitoes into your home. Just like being out camping. Rush from one place to another. Feels like trying to enjoy a vacation. Enid Cooke being examined during probie days — Dr. Johnson: You have very bad tonsils. Didn ' t your family physician tell you? Enid (frantically) Yes! but he said they ' d last till I got here. Cordelia N. : I can tell instinctly what people think of me. Mary P. How annoying. You ask me why I ' m sure that this will quiet all — Well, for three long years Lve watched it cast its spell With Doctors, Head-Nurses, Internes and Grads, ' N when things are looking glum and bad And this one or that is ripping mad — There ' s only one thing will make the cloud disperse BLAME IT ON THE STUDENT NURSE. [109]

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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:

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N NIGHTMARE Houses are built from the bottom up; Bossie cows can ' t fly; What ' s more they sleep while standmg up, Which proves that they don ' t lie. The bright blue sky ' s above me, And I ' m above the ground. But you couldn ' t tell from a sunken well That the world flew round and round. The moon is made of green cheese. Or so to me they tell. But without the care of a Frigidaire How does it keep so well? My friends are sure I ' m crazy. The reason I can tell. They lack appreciation And intellect as well. — Bertha Waits, ' 33 Chem. Teacher: This gas is deadly poison; what steps would you take if it should escape? Evelyn B. : Long ones, sir! Probie; What boat crosses Grand River? Doctor: I hope your husband followed my prescriptions. Mrs. Bee: Well, he didn ' t. If he had he ' d have broken his neck. Doctor: Broken his neck? Mrs. Bee: Yes. He threw it out the window. On I I ' : Nurse, how do you spell fever? Nurse: F-E-V-E-R. Now would vou like to know how to spell temperature? ' Little Boy (after some thought); Oh no! fever is alright. Myrtle: What makes your hair so red? Deon: It ' s so wiry that it rusts every time I wash it. TECHNIQUE ( Apo og es to J . Bangs) When scrubbing in the O. R. The time we do not tell As some — but by the clock. Not by the distant bells Or by the reddness of our hands. In what we have to do It ' s either Done O ' clock to us Or only half past through. — E. Smith [110]