Jefferson Medical College School of Nursing - Nosokomos Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Fall To Women's Surg Patients call, Oh, nurse, Doctors yell, Come here. ' Internes beckon there and I go where? Mighty hard to know what, when and how When I came on duty here just now. Patients here, there and everywhere, Clysis then, drainage once and now a Kotin tube, Mighty glad I wasn't two. Nausea calls me there, Insulin calls me back, Medicines due at once, temps, to take right ustatv Other girls go of and none to help relieve. Oh-1'm going crazy, I do believe! WITH APOLOCIES 1.8 Tune- Here's to Our High School Here's to dear old Pine Street, Long may we sing Of the jolly good times And the friends we've made. Here's to T. B. patients Who to us are dear Be loyal to two thirty-six On old Pine Street. SIN A little probie all in pink, A little call for apron and a bib, A little knowledge appears in sight, A little dig and she begins to fight. A little vacation three weeks long, One little year and now she,s never wrong, A little scolding-see she learns, A little symptom-how quickly discerned g A little ward all her own, A little ear for every breath and moan, A little wink from interne dear A little smile with none to fear, Two little years-soon are past, Almost a graduate at last. A little Mat, a little Gyne, A little of the kitchen and some of clinic. A little chance, another dare, A little dance and something to wearg A little party, somewhat late, A little kissing as they wait, A little talk while shines the moon A little ceremony in leafy .luneg A little struggle with our Till A little cottage by the mill, A las--another nurse is gone! WITH APOLOGIES Sixty-one

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A Ravel Log I WAS a R. N. I amassed a small fortune through an unusual streak of luck in private duty. I was young, romance called and I took to the open road in the spring of 19341. Mademoiselle Stuart, fashion expert of the P. C. 81 F. Co., measured me for a blue and black hiking out- fit and a pink and white cape. The knapsack, contain- ing one tooth brush, a pan of alcohol and a bolt of gauze was emblazoned with Jefferson. I faced the world with bandage scissors as my only weapon. Fully equipped and in a safe and sane mind, I en- tered Miss Melville's office for her blessing. Gaily I set forth. h At City Hall a driver, attracted by my garb, picked me up and set me down before the Chrysler Building in New York. It was quite a surprise to recognize Joe, the elevator boy, but believe me, it wasnlt the same C312 In no time at all I was whisked to the top where a silent, dwarfed New York spread before me. I arrived in Radio City just in time to hear Hope Fleck, world renowned soprano, sing, accompanied by Ernie Coleman. Before leaving New York, I walked up Wall Street but the founder was safely hidden behind her office doors. I did, however, stop at the Museum. Among some familiar relics were: Fran Johnsonis bedroom slippers which had been worn out in the struggle of editing the Nosokomos, an old telephone of 1932 used by Mid for the Alumni dance, and a 1909 model of the 4'Rec radio. After bidding adieu to New York I ambulated up the Hudson to Albany and thence to Boston. I was just in time to attend a tea party given by Joe Ricchuitti and Grace Thomason. It was on one of the Vermont mountains that I dis- covered Rip Van Winkle, alias Peg Yarnall, still sleep- ing. A mighty band of musicians and townspeople greeted me as I crossed the state line into Maine. Mayor Jacoby led the procession. I still think they thought I was someone. Down the St. Lawrence I went - Quebec and Montreal. I stopped here to see Dr. Braceland, chief of a Psychiatric Sanatorium for Wine, Women and Song. On I shufhed to Buffalo, for my gait was quickly becoming spastic. Niagara Falls has been harnessed by Dr. Schmitt for the best equipped Physical Therapy Hospital in the world and it isn't what it used to be. As I swam over the Great Lakes I almost bumped into ,lim Surver fishing for empty beds. Finally Chicago and the World's Fair was reached. But it meant nothing for I hadnit a cent. One day I saw a sign Keesal's. It just couldn't be. Opportunity passes but once and I entered the swinging doors to meet ,lack coming out. He explained they now owned a nation- wide chain of restaurants. My pockets were replenished after a week's work. Because travel had succeeded where diet and razzing had failed, I was able to crawl under the tent ropes and see the Fail. I recognized the Faker as Mid Myers. Then, feeling somewhat as the pioneers did, I faced West. Through Minnesota, South Dakota, Montana and Wyoming I trekked. All along the way there were chil- dren who seemed vaguely familiar--red-haired Helens, black-eyed Maries, and gay-blond Franks. Going through Sixty-three