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

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HUNGRY GIRLS? WHAT ' S UP DOC? GOING MY WAY? YEAR BOOK, 1955

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Fireman: There ' s a fire in 88, what would you do? The student runs and closes all the doors, very efficiently. Fireman: But nurse couldn ' t you first check to see if you could put the fire out yourself? Nurse: Maybe, on some floors; but on St. Ann ' s things are done different. FIRE DRILL Night Nurses Clifford — Beaumont I wonder if in year to come — say ' bout 1983 They ' ll have two nurses quite like you and me, We check the penicillin and miss the a.m. dose Check the pharmacy and can ' t find the one we need the most. Then check the patients, it ' s after twelve you know! Me on St. Francis, you on St. Joe A window down, a bed rolled up, ten women on the pan, Frosst 222 — the patient wonders just what there could be to do; A quick reading, a light in 34, Another man barely gowned a standing some¬ where on the floor, The man from 37 sitting in 38, back to bed you ali, time is getting late! It ' s now one-thirty our flashlight burning low, but peace and serenity, Oh at last! What was that terrific crash? Why Mr. Leet — too weak to move a lash (?) So back over those sideboards you must go. For it ' s coffee time, in case you don ' t know. Well coffee tides us over till seven-thirty on the dot, By this time we wonder if we ' ll make it or not. 234-2 Fell out on his head, 237-1 Sorry he ' s dead. 230-1 Didn ' t sleep much last night, 236-1 Wasn ' t in bed enough for the bugs to bite 238 Well he ' s fine and so on down the line. 260 Catheter — it ' s pulled out. 267 Levine tube neither in or out. 273 Depression and gout. 274 and 75 Quickly while this luck holds out. Ah, what do you know, we ' re all done, Pharmacy, bottles, tray and away we run Terrible we say; but a lot of fun! DON ' T Don ' t grumble, don ' t bluster, Don ' t dream, and don ' t shirk. Don ' t think of your worries, Just think of your work. The worries will vanish, The work will be done. No man sees his shadow Who faces the sun. Popularity Thomas Bailey Aldrich Such kings of shreds have wooed and won her, Such crafty knaves her laurels owned, It has become almost an honor Not to be crowned. L ' Envo Goodbye, old years with days forever ended No moments left for recompense, for tears Behind; time ' s grave, fast-sealed and unattended Before; life ' s rainbow beckoning through the years. PAGE SIXTY-FOUR HOLY CROSS HOSPITAL

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