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

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Cf Matilda, tho' a blonde and an upstanding maid, Not knowing her better, I am afraid. With her ardent love of weekly Pathe, With me, Josephine would be too blase. Bess Greenfield, for someone else I would save, For I dislike very much a bladeless shave. Lucretia, president, pride of the flock, To take you away would give them a shock. Beatrice, I fear wouldnbungle my chart, And Sifghsj, not mine, would find 'Sway to her-hardt Little. Jones, tho' a dispeller of gloom, I I fear is too quiet for my sickroom. I Clive we like you tho' one fault I find, Too many hair-pins for nurse of mine. Cecile, already your interest is chained, So no interest for me tho' badly I'm maimed. Lydia Martin, you -are a good nurse and true, But of those who know you I'm not one of the few. Mildred, I fear, in giving the doctor the news, Might change all her V's into Wis. Micky'-s all right tho' she engenders the fear, She can't cover one's head and leave out their ear. Della Miller, the one with hair wavy and brown, A great help would be without her frown. Annie, Scotch lassie, in a sickroom might fit, For when patient is fixed she surely can knit. , Anna Noel, being 23rd on the list, Should not be skidoo, for she'd greatly be missed. The writer not ,knowing Mary Ridall so well Doesn't feel at liberty her faults to tell. Catharine Schragen, who's boss of ,em all, Might well nurse a man but never a doll. Mary Stambaugh, I'm free to confess, I Youlve buffalo-ed me like all the rest. Kathryn Stiner, you'd be too good for me, I find you're called lVIiss Efficiency. Nan, my girl, you too have a failing That noticed would be by patient ailing. 74

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My Selection IBY E. L. ELIAsoN.j My comrades, when I'm no more drinking But sick With gout or palsey, lie, Exhausted on my sick bed sinking, Believe me, I don't Want to die. I hope that this day or to-morrow My nurses' record will be made, With proper signs of grief and sorrow By one of 'l8's Class?-a maid. But when Ilm forced to my selection Of Whois the night nurse and the day, I know not how to make decision, But look you over with much dismay. So line up now and listen carefully To characteristics for once laid bare, By a patient perhaps, a doctor, surely, Before he leaves you for over there. Elizabeth Clement still starts the list, With traits of character that can't be miss'd. Katharine Conard, I can't pass you by, Your eyes make one give death the lie. Grace next steps into nursing line, Her talking stop,-that sleep be mine. Marie C. in many ways O.K. Leave may want for home each day. Frances, I fear must be caught on Wing For her records on time in every thing? Soft-spoken, baby talking, retiring Irene, lVIy delirium would soothe to peace serene. lVIarie Day, your name puts your right, For every perfect day there must be 'llightf' Tho' Lil. smoothes a pillow with never a dent Being nursed by her might be pun,'ishment. Your name, Betsy Dick, belies your sex, For a male nurse they tell me is sure to Vex. 73

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Elizabeth Walker might fit just right, If she sang by day and not by night. Louise Warner, so I've been told, Bids fair to be trapped in that game of old. My attention last falls on Louise West, Tho' last on the list, she's one of the best. You could not do as some before you, Who'Ve let their national ardor cool, When your country calls upon you Bring dishonor on your school. Qur soldiers can depend forever On this Class at U. of P., Slackers found among you?-never. You'll stand true to your country. And When ye back to health youlre bringing, Remember what I say is true, These little faults you think me finding, Are traits that bind me close to you. All you nurses We like, adore. When sickness threatens, and before The danger past, you are all requitted, The pain is forgot, the nurse oftl plighted. Now yoU aRe Sure E cenSored 75 E. L. ELIASON