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

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LEST WE FORGET The Hrst look at 3320 Walnut Street. Walking into the dining for the first time. Our probation days. The feelingwe had when we signed our contracts. Miss Wilson's anatomy class-k'Now, supposing. Miss! Barr, dietetics, at 9:15 p. m. Mrs. Jervis tolling the bell at 5 a. m. The walk from Walnut Street to the hospital-through slush, rain, and passing student classes. Isabel Probasco reading the bulletin board and finding she had to be hostess on Sat. or Sun. night. The thrill of moving to Mat dorms. The first Hallowe'en party on the 2nd floor of Mat dorms. The blue days we have all spent. Having your time taken for oversleeping. Having your afternoon taken for not observing bulletin boards, etc. y The members of our class. Marion Davis a probationer. Eleanor Johnson holding the wardrobe up at Mat dorms. Maud Schriber, as a check nurse, scrubbing for Dr. Piper. Mabel Willis with her lilyfwhite lips. Virginia Harner Kathryn Mitchell Serenading on the fire escapes. Magdaleine Rekus Grace Hughs with the clinical blush. Anna Stewart making orange juice preceding her appenf dectomy. Grace Miller as our class president. Harriet Mahoney borrowing. Helen Brosius' taking ways. Kunkle and Gibs with those 6 a. m. alarms to one anf other. Betty Wells serving her rather lengthy term in Mens Surgical. Helen Taylor selling candy. Irene Randall's happiness. Dorothy Clemens not talking about him. Berdine Hunsinger entertaining on Tuesday nites. Eleanor Rutter spending 12 weeks' nite duty in G. Mary Halbe in Maternity Glinic her first year. Mabel Gross nite duty in General 16 weeks. Adelaide Ballow not talking 'LThe Record. Edna Garner and class dues. Florence Sipple not on nite duty. Eleanor Maynard's wild rides down Market Street at 11:55 p. m. Grace Munshower playing the victrola. Mildred johnson reducing her diet. Agnes Kusko getting up 5 a. in. Sunday mornings. Mary Lingle with her sophisticated grin. Kathryn Almoney as a basketball star. Dorothy Shepherd as our artist. Betty Bailey breaking training rules. Peg Vogel always talking ushopf' Olive Grone with her blazing red hair. Dorothy Bomberger as lst P. R. N. Alice Tindall with her L'Phi Chi's. Evelyn Earrand and her boy at home. Bernice Lightcap, her charming personality. Margaret Alexander in Maternity nursery. Ella Snavely in her nursing efficiency. Kathryn Strauss on Private Floor. Grace Hunt making up time. Peg Ernest with her Dobby. Mary Esther Jones: rides to P burg and the 3 a. m. return. Page Nm z et

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APOLOGIES TO EDGAR ALLEN POE 'Twas on a midnight dreary And my poor old soul was weary , With the hurry and the scurry of the day just gone be- fore. ' As I settled for my napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, Such an awful rapping as I never heard before, Such a horrid, horrid rapping on' my poor old bed room door. Now what's up?,' I ponder, as upon the floor I flounder, For a shoe, here, and a stocking that I have seen an hour before. For the same old shoe and stocking I had hanged upon the floor. Simply this, and nothing more 'LClinic7s called, says someone rapping, He who waked me from my napping, Clinic's called and hurry, Cnly this and from my door depart. Alright, I answer to the rapping That which waked me from my napping Alright, once more I answer and get ready, sick at heart. To the clinic then I shuffle With my cap and hair afruffle, Wondering with hatred, who was rapping on my door, That awful, awful rapping on my poor old bed room door. Only this, and nothing more. With my weary feet afcavin' I ind clinic, all afravin' And a worried surgeon calling Get me this, and nothing more. And his angry voice awakes me As the rapping on my door. I mean this, and nothing more! With my tired body aching Hours later, day is breaking, To my bed room climbing, how I slam and lock the door, Vowing, if there comes a rapping I will still go on a napping Napping just as I had done so many times before. To my good old bed, I lumber, hoping to resume my slumber, Hoping there will be no tapping, as there was of yore, Hoping there will be no rapping, and I mutter, Nevermore. Page Nl71Cly 11l7IL