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

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Av-Uri-, 4 'Y VA V f ' QZJQRECOQET F' at History of the Class of T928 All the tuofrldls a stage, and all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts. SHAKESPEARE. HOUGH the ages of man be seven, we find them, on a professional stage, to be merely three. The first act in our stage we discovered to be most diilicult, for it was during this act that we made our entrance into the hospital and nurses home, traditionally known as Probies. Our audience was extremely critical of our acting, and though hopeless we seemed, experienced hands were ever ready to guide. We spoke our few lines only when occasion demanded, and reserve was our middle name. Four weeks gave us quite a bit of assurance, and by the time eight weeks were up, look who we were! The curtain fell with a bang, the act well played, though frightfully full of new and puzzling cues. With some rearranging of costumes, and additions of various kinds, we were ready for our second act. Before many minutes had passed, we were facing one who had reached a pinnacle of fame on this professional stage, and .stood with critical but guiding eyes upon us. Approved we were, and again we resumed our seemingly minor part, yet far more important than that of the previous act. Our patients as audience began to trust and encourage us, doctors lectured to us, and life seemed worth living. This was a very long act, lasting two years, but teaching and giving us our whole profession. We became adapted to different kinds of nursing, some failing where others shone, and vicefversa. In this act, our profession began to grow tangible. We became real nurses. With a characteristic swing of the shoulders, a monchalant air, and also another change of costume, the curtain rose upon our third and final act. This was our last year. As Seniors, we became organized, and were quite ambitious. Sandwich sales, bridge parties, and the like were held repeatedly in an effort to keep the Treasurer busy. Most exciting of all was our February dance, which proved to be a howling success. And now the climax is here. Our audience is beginning to stir, wondering what future roles we will adopt. Graduation night tells its tale, with each of us clutching the cherished scrap of paper. We are no longer students but have become professionals on a legitimate stage. The three acts having passed, we turn to serve. Seventy '

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Lqf f ' JZFMQRECQED R' Editor IVIARIE I-I. RECHER Assistant Editor LUCY GORDON NVHITE Advertising Mariager Business Manager DOROTHY DUNCAN RUTH RIECEL Assistant Advertising Manager Assistant Business Manager M.4RIAN STEAD Photography IVIARTHA LUTZ ROSAMOND QUIRK BEULAI-I GROFF Literary Editor JULIA D. SMITH Personals J. MARY I-IOUSUM Art MARGARET PETRIKIN EVELYN LICHETTE jokes ISABELL O1DONNELL SUE PRINCE Poetry ANNA BUCKSHINIS RUTH MARSH ALL Sixtyfnine

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f ,?Z7Ze742EC03T7Dv i P Night Duty on Ward M When things go right, 'Then all is fine- YVe sleep and ear in peace But when M gets wild It's worse than wild And duties sure increase. A groan-ye Gods,' a convulsion! A ring--:Tell foe to come. The phone- Receiving Ward calling An emergency-By gum! A rustling of the bed clothes- Great guns!- A Frazier's out! Then- Nurse, come quick-Fm dying! A Hemorrhage, no doubt. A drink, 'Kmore air, a blanket, A A mouth-wash-won't you please? 'Tfue a headache-call the internef' Some gauze, I'ni going to sneeze. So it goes from night to morning A million sundry things. A nurse needs more than hands and feet- She should have a pair of wings. RUTH RIEGEL. Seventyfone