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

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TRUTH IS STRANGER TI-IAN FICTION Dr. Stewart: What is the treatment for cardiac dis' ease? Dotty Clemens: They usually die. Miss Gross, on night duty, collar off. Miss Fillebrown: What's wrong with your leg? Miss Gross: It's asleep. Miss Fillebrown: You shouldn't let it sleep. Miss Gross: I can't stay awake to prevent my leg from sleeping. Miss Davis: Coming out of anesthesia- George, my love. Dr. Gammon: Girls, give her M. S. 1f6 QI-D, please. Dr. Bailey: Girls, you now have the pleasure of meet' ing the honorable Dr. Bailey, nephew of the Secretary of the Interior, Dr. Wilbur. Nurses in Pepper Diet Kitchen: 'lCh, yeah? Page One Hundred Six Dr. Clark: Please get me a duodenal bucket. .Proby: Proceeds in to the Ward with fire bucket. Dr. Clarke: No, no: the patient isn't on fire. Dr. Groff may come from French ancestors: But he has the swiss movement. Sure can do the mess around. Miss Gross, called in G. S. C. emergency. During haste, stocking falls down to shoeftop. She picks it up in much embarrassment. Dr. Gage: You are unsterile, now. Miss Gross: Who said I was sterile? Dr. Cppel, quite confused: Isolate Baby Sier immedif ately, suspect Lues. Miss Miller: Sorry, but youlll have to inform Gliver Bair about that. Miss Schrieber: What's your hurry, Dr. Gage? Dr. Gage: Oh, gee: I'm going to have a miscarriage on fourth floor Qmatj .

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BLUEETED SIX Six little nurses all in a row Prance down the hall- As if on parole. And down from their heads their crowns did fall. Wliat do you suppose the reason to be? Ah! Six little nurses in dream land to be- Walked upon streets of gold. But alas! Some little fairy told. Into a Cafe so tidy and neat, The food thereof was certainly a treat And when they from their slumber did part Into a New Year they did start. Was it a dream? V Q cf u f 'LTWE 1 ' ' I Qlz ' Y f Q Q vs f Inrzmxv In U v ' E 45161 fr: V Pri? il-Q -4, il .' Y nf X 3 K i inf ,. I Page One Hundred F

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Dr. Starr: Alcohol sponge, please. Miss Alexander immediately gets her little alcohol sponge and begins to rub patient. Dr. Muller's day. Mary Lingle: Here's the lubricant. She smears home' made jelly on the rectal tube. Do you wonder Crone's a bit wrathful? Boxes from home don't come every day. Dr. Fay, examining patient: What's the matter, are you ticklish? Patient: No, doctor, Yiddish. Miss Gilbert, looking at chart: Will you please tell me what type of disease this is? Dr. Wood: Sorry, Miss, B. R. Pfs is not a disease. Miss Burchet, in class: Are there any questions? Miss Mahoney: Yes, please explain what flatus looks like. Dr. Mosser: Please drape patient in back room. Miss Mitchell: Yes, sir. Dr. Mosser: Goodness, girl, I only wanted to see her knee. Dr. Lapham: How many Spiller cases do you have in Ward D? Miss Alexander: Twentyfone on the beds: six in the linen closet. Dr. Groif: Sniif, sniff, gee, it's great. Dr. Lacey: Should be, you've been eating it all mornf ing. Dr. Spiller, hearing vitaphone for the first time: Well, what do you want? Miss Fillebrown: I have two tickets for the opera. Dr. Gammon: Thank you, as he walks away with both of them. Page Une Hundred Seven