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

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EVELYN RISDON Strathmore, Alberta MARY LEWICKI Lethbridge, Alberta Not in rewards but in the strength to strive the bless¬ ing lies. PHYLLIS McMILLEN Nanton, Alberta For all that nature by her mother wit could frame in earth. If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it. ' MARY STEWART Calgary, Alberta Loveliness needs not the for¬ eign aid of ornament, But is when unadorned, adorned the most. MARION STIANSON Calgary, Alberta They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts. MYRNA SYMONS Calgary, Alberta Beautiful as sweet, and young as beautiful, and soft as young. And gay as soft, and innocent as gay. ¥EAR BOOK, 1955 PAGE THIRTY-NINE

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MONICA HOLDEN Innisfail, Alberta LYNN JORGENSON Turin. Alberta JUNE KLINK Didsbury, Alberta Soft peace she brings, when¬ ever she arrives She builds our quiet as she forms our lives. From the crown of her head to the sole of her foot, she is all mirth. She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant too, to think on. DOLORES KONDACKI Bassano, Alberta FRANCES KOWENKO Coleman Alberta GRETA LANGAGER Calgary, Alberta She doth little kindnesses which man can leave undone or despise. Good will is the mightiest practical force in the universe. Her cap far whiter than the driven snow, Emblems right meet of de- ceny does yield. The kindest man, the best condition and unworried spirit, in doing courtesies. PAGE THIRTY-EIGHT HOLY CROSS HOSPITAL B ■ ,w . 1 ■ . ... jg - . glB M ja B ■ | 9JK . 1 L . ' Z , J

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SHIRLEY THIELEN Milk River, Alberta Can counsel and speak to that grief which themselves do not feel. MAXINE VROLSON Calgary, Alberta The fairest garden in looks, and in her mind the wisest looks. JENNIE TROFANENKO Turin, Alberta Silence is the perfect herald of joy: I were but little happy If I could say how much. DON ' T WHINE Today, upon the bus, I saw a lovely girl with golden hair, Envied her, she seemed so gay, and wished I were as fair. When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle; She had one leg, and wore a crutch; and as she passed — a smile. Oh, God forgive me when I whine. I have two legs. The world is mine. And then I stopped to buy some sweets. The lad who sold them had such charm. I talked with him — he seemed so glad — if I were late ' twould do no harm. And as I left he said to me: I thank you. You have been so kind. It ' s nice to talk with folks like you. You see he said, I ' m blind. Oh, God forgive me when I whine. I have two eyes the world is mine. Later, walking down the street, I saw a child with eyes of blue, He stood and watched the others play; it seemed I knew not what to do. I stopped a moment, then I said: Why don ' t you join the others, dear? He looked ahead without a word, and then I knew — he could not hear. Oh, God forgive me when I whine. I have two ears. The world is mine. With legs to take me where I ' d go — With eyes to see the sunsets glow — With ears to hear what I would know — Oh, God forgive me when I whine. I ' m blessed indeed. The world is mine. ■—Anonymous. PAGE FORTY HOLY CROSS HOSPITAL