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

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PORTAL CIRCULATION TRAVELS are usually so interesting from the time you say, Sinus up for the trip till you say, Cancellous. Egypt was one of our favorite spots. We sailed past the Island of Reil and the lslands of Langerhans. We inspected the Columns of Burdoch and the Column of Coll. We looked down deep into the Crypts of Lieberkun where there were many cells, including the Cells of Purkinje and several Nissl bodies. ln Russia, there was a very pretty spot near an olfactory, which is owned by some Juice. lt lysin between a hill antibody of water. We camped there one night but it became rather stuffy in the tent, and my companion said, Let's go out on the teres Maier. We took a walk over by the pons and watched the ducts and the waterwheel. We drank so much good cold water that my companion said, Eye ampulla of Vater. Eye' think eye'lI go lie down. You get a duct. Eye want adductor take along with us tomorrow. My companion nose eye'm a crack shot, so I said, O.K., eye'll get one for you and tumor for good measure. Azygos hunting, eye had quite a hard. though humerus time of it. The man who cells milk up a way from where we were camping heard the shot and came running to say the shots were heard for a radius of a mile around and he'd have to turn me incus hunting was out of season. Eye told him I was a Maior and that impressed him. l-le said he metacarpal once, named Perry, and Perry used to take him riding. He said, But Peristalsis car every few miles and examines the bundles of Hisspack, as if he were afraid of los- ing something. He invited me to stay a week at his house but eye said, Eye'm sorry, I cancer. We're leaving for America tomorrow as Ella, my daughter, fell down and hurt herself and they had to patella in a cast. We enjoyed traveling but were glad to get home. My companion said, Atlas the thymus come for us to stop our circulation from port to port, and all our friends came over to hilus. FAMOUS LAST WORDS Dr. C-emeroy: See what l mean? Dr. Robertson: 'Quickly please! Let's have a little speed here now. Miss Stimmel: What are you doing now? Miss Jensen: Come on. Get into the swing of it , or, Don't stand around idle, there's a hundred things to do. Dr. Baltz: Today l'd like to talk awhile about gastritis-or, as l have it-big heading l8 under point C. Miss Sturgeon: All right children, what do you know today? Dr. Foster: No one knows. Miss Symington: As the usual thing in this hospital. Miss Taylor lsniffingl 1 Open the windows and stand up awhile. Miss Botsford: A member of each class is to go with a Thanksgiving basket. Dr. Ensign: lt's a vicious circle. -63-

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WHEREFORE ART THOU, SHAKESPEARE HY ON CASSIUS has a lean and hungry look. Methinks he has not had his Wheaties this morn. There isn't any doubt in my mind but that Shake' speare would have made a wonderful radio announcer? however, there is a doubt as to how he ever managed to live-that is, keep alive. just think of itl Nothing to give him a lift after a strenuous day's writing, nothing to relieve that run-down feeling, nothing to quiet his coffee nerves -not even an after dinner mint! lt's preposterous! He couldn't have existed, And then there is Ann, Mrs. Bill Shakespeare to you, who was probably whispered about because of tattle-tale gray and who probably as a result of blue Mondays, was too tired to go to the theater with her husband. And what about the little Shakespeares? Did they receive their daily lvory soap bath, their roughage in proper amounts, their bottled sunshine? I won- der if perchance Mr. Shakespeare ever had to worry about pink tooth brush and B.O., and if he were ever bothered with halitosis But then, halitosis is better than no breath at all. However, there is one discouraging fact that has bothered me lately. With Rinso, Listerine, Bottled Sunshine, and the endless procession of life's little luxuries, there has not been found one person comparable to Shake- speare. Could it be that we could do without all these wonderful panaceas? --.lean Olinger HEARD IN PASSING By M. Blissett, Class of 1937 Schied: Touch that and l'll break your arm. l-larwood: My feet are killing me. Jimmy lTyrolerl 1 I think l've got BO.-everyone shuns me. Bettes: Oh what a dayl l had all the hard patients. Lancaster: l've got to clean this room. Shier la la Kate Smithl 3 Hel-lo, everybody. Latter: Did l tell you what Dr. Such-and-which said to me? Martin: l'm in love again! Ritchie la la Jeannette MacDonaldl 1 Ah! Sweet mystery of life. Fanny lFanslerl : Oh, that's Butch-you know-one of my six- Schwemler: Nog really, kid? Mix: I don't care-I don't think it's right! Peters: Kid, what time is it? .-67,

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DIET KITCHEN EXPERIENCES ELL, l've been looking forward to this-getting it over! You know, I never did do any cooking at home-but that's an old story. I just must tell you about my first day in the kitchen. It happened to be Sharply at seven o'clock in the morning, l walked in the door, rolling up my sleeves. IMy gait was much slower at three-thirty,l I picked up some diet sheets the maid pointed out-special, weighed diets and what a bunch of them there were! I did the lVl's with little trouble, but the other four- teen would make a longer story. The telephone must have rung a dozen times a minute, asking that a glass of this be taken there and a glass of that be taken to the other place. They always want it right away, you know, yet it rides the dummy for half an hour and then come complaints that the people in the kitchen are so slow! The orange scjueezer came next on my program. That was some funl The juice flies high until you're covered from head to toe. You really need a pair of aeroplane goggles to assure perfect vision after one week, for dodg- ing seeds is not so easyf Nor does the juicy floor fail to lend complications. Keep moving or in no time you'll be stuck fast. Next came the bottling of the malted milk. Yes, you all receive that honor. Warning to all who follow: When you have filled a case and go to set it down, ease it carefully to the floor or you'll think you're in the center of the fountain at Crand Circus Park. After the shower is over, you look like a piece of dotted swiss, to say nothing of the way you feel the rest of the day. Having bottled enough malted milk for the time being and collected all the other nourishments, I started for the lVl's with the rickety old stretcher. Ohl I shudder to think of the first morning-I couldn't wheel that stretcher straight, as the traffic was terrible in the tunnel. There were stretchers with patients, wheel chairs as thick as rick-shaws in Chinatown, plus all the food trucks, supply carts, and laundry trucks piled high, These contrivances took up most of the space, without a chance of passing them for fear I might col- lide with land-knows-what. Last but not least, you'd have thought from the number of pedestrians that there was a bargain sale in the X-ray depart- ment that morning the way every one was rushing in that direction. At last came the M elevator, a nightmare in itselfl What with the heavy traffic and all, I was completely exhausted but greatly relieved when the nourishments were set safely on a substantial shelf in the diet kitchens. It was a joy and a treat to be on my way back, even with the wabbly old stretcher and its squeaky wheel-the stretcher that reminded me of the old one-horse shay that ran one hundred years and a day. Thus the day passed and likewise the other forty-eight, but unlike cheese, they didn't improve with time. -Jeanne Weeks. A NIGHT Oh beautiful moon Thy shining light Creates within An urge to write But how can words Describe this night? I-low can phrases Paint a tree? 0 Lord this beauty Weakens me. -59-