Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania - Record Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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My Classmates my B. M. GQI Let me read you a rhyme of my Classmates fair, They are a wonderful bunch, with virtues rare, They are the best of workers and they are fond of -play They stick right together and are always that way. First Gussie came down from Reading Town, And has earned a reputation of great renown. As the best Class President, and arbetter cook Her many virtues would fill a book. She doesn't say ain't and already so soon And her temper is as sweet as the month of June. A Yanky lass is our little Irene, A match to her blushes is yet to be seen. She is a very good nurse, and she is very sweet, And has a score of admirers down at her feet. ' Then came Schragen from up the State, With a heart of gold as sure as Fate. g She is so very sure and not a bit rash We made her the Treasurer, and she handles the cash. Another young- lady now joined our Class, By the name of Cooper, a likely young lass. A bad case of fever in her course made her stop, But it didn't phase Gracie, she's still on the top. Through the awful war there came to -pass, A wonderful addition to our wonderful Class. After doing her best on her own battlefield, There sailed from Belgium our talented Cecile. Next comes Greenie, not much to tell, lnscribe on her tombstone, She meant well. On Harrisburg we then made a raid, And returned with a typical little Dutch maid, Her last name is Deimler, and Lillie her first, She's so filled with learning, she's ready to burst. 58

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Cl 77 From April First beginning, A They started to appear, And from out Mat Dormsu doorway, There issued, looking queer, 9 A group of green young probies, Dressed in ginghams, blue and striped, VVith white aprons fluttering, And they thought they knew a sight. But, lo! the diet kitchens stared- Stared them blankly in the face, And 'twixt cooking eggs and carrying trays And dusting tables many, A tired dejected group of probes, Said, Pity the Class of '20. But now one year has almost gone, And We are here, forty-seven strong, And do our bit, be it great or small, And swell the U. P. H. breakfast call. S7

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Then there blew in from around Wilmington way, A lively youngster known as 'Happy Day, She likes to work, she likes to play, But she would rather by far sleep all day. If you really want to please this happy young thing, just ask her to get her gang and sing. Taylor made famous old Kennett Square, And then our Miss Stiner, she came from there. She was reared and raised 'mid quaint old box-hedges, And at breakfast she yells for an egg with brown edges. Keebler sailed in from old Williamsport, And anchored her vessel at our little port. She's an excellent worker, and it has been said, She has as many good points as she has hairs on her h Curwensville, Penna., cannot be found on the map, But for a small thing like that, we don't care a rap. They gave us their best, they sent little Nan, You can't match that youngster, try if you can. She's jolly and generous and wholesome and sweet, She's always in mischief, but to know her is a treat. Everettthen lost its prettiest belle, When Beatrice came to the city to dwell. There the Hower of love in her heart did bloom She yielded with a Sigh, and gave it room. We're sure the fruit will be a solitaire, For she nurses the Hower with tenderest care. Frantzie hails in from Berwick, weire told, She possesses hair of wondrous gold. We are very much afraid she willgo back that way, For she hears from Bob every single day. Then Mildred lVIay landed in our School, ead C She does her work well and practices the Golden Rule. It's really quite exciting about your Class to sing, Why, all their faults vanish like snow banks in Spring. S9