Holy Cross School of Nursing - Lamplighter Yearbook (Calgary, Alberta Canada)

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JUNIOR A ' s YEAR BOOK, 1955 PAGE TWENTY-FIVE

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VERSE and WORSE CHARGE OF THE WHITE BRIGADE Fear not the young nurse who stands by the side Of your man, when sick and in pain, For after a siege with his grunts and his groans She ' ll give him up gladly again. She may woo him to sleep with her voice as she lays Her cool hands on his poor fevered brow, But remember, you wives, that this menace in white Sees him not with the eyes of his frau, To her, he ' s a hulk to be freed of its pain Just a means of her own daily bread. He gets egg on his sheet, and toast in his hair And his feet dangle out of his bed. He snores all night long with his mouth open wide While his teeth float around in a glass, No sex appeal lurks in that bewhiskered chin And his chorus is minus all class! So lay yourselves down, all you green-eyed young wives On your bed, and well know while you rest, That this treasure of yours is as safe with his nurse As a bird on a bough in its nest. He may answer the maidenly prayer of the one Who got him for better or worse, But whatever his assets or charms to his wife, He ' s a pain in the neck to his nurse. What ' s The Use? Only the wholesome foods you can eat; You lave and you lave from your head to your feet, The earth is not steadier on its feet Than you in matter of prophylaxis; You go to bed early and early you rise You scrub your teeth and you scour your eyes What do you get for it all? Nephritis, Pneumonia, appendicitis, Renal calculus and gastritis. Sitting still and wishing Mak es no person great. The good Lord sends the fishing, But we must dig the bait. September ' 55 ' s Motto I owe much, I possess nothing, The rest we give to the poor. A Doctor ' s Christmas Carol Hark! the herald angels sing! Please don ' t let that d- phone ring! Peace on earth, mercy mild Please potpone the Jones ' child ! Let it hail, sleet and snow, Let it drop to ten below, But, please, my patients ' readings fix At good old ninety-eight point six Hark! the herald angels sing! Please don ' t let that d- phone ring Sound the hymns of heavenly glee, But, please, no dire emergency! Please, no virus hepatitis, No acute appendicitis! O ye germs on New Year ' s Eve Grant the Doc a brief reprieve Just this once throw in the towel, Grant him this one night to howl! Hark the herald angels sing, Please don ' t let that d- phone ring! jOED Cffrfa To Oun SkK («-«•) A bunch of bugs were whooping it up In a bronchial saloon. Two bugs on the edge of the larynx Were jazzing a hay-feverish tune. While back of the teeth in a solo game, Sat Dangerous Dan Kerchoo, And watching his pulse Was his queen of the waltz, The lady that ' s known as Flu! YEAR BOOK, 1955 PAGE TWENY-SEVEN