LA County Medical Center School of Nursing - Rx Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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,gum f ge.-QE S 1' ' 134- . 'lf' 4'd' 5 - .. v D zyt? ig -5 :35, 3 N xg,,g2,4g5:.--5 xx x-X 4 '- - - - o g --.:. 1.-i ,f-f-2 - Y a ir:- Y' gm- - 1-Wx fExtract from a history taken on Ward 340 fPea'iatricsj Onset: by Dr. Lipscofnbj Four days ago, patient swallowed a coin. I Repeated doses of magnesium sulphate produced no money 1n the pot Past History: Measles, Mumps. Never had any money to swallow before. No deaths due to coin swallowing in family. Physical Examination: Reveals a well developed and well nourished white male about three years old, not appearing financially able, despite being in the money Advise: Castor oil. Watchful waiting. Finder to keep coin. WITH APOLOGIESTO ALFRED LORD TENNYSON Eighty-eight Break, break, break, On the dining room floor, oh me And I would that I dared utter The thoughts that arise in me. Oh well for the mopping man, 7 And the lady who passes the tea, Oh well for the cook upstairs, And the steward who doesn't see. So the ceaseless bombardment goes on, Behind the nurses? chairs, The throwing of dish and plate, And they land just anywhere. Oh well for the serving maid. Who behind the counter works, But the little nurse goes back to With the soup upon her skirts. Break, break, break, On the dining room floor, or me, And it's well that I don't utter The tho'ughts that arise in me. the ward, INEZ LUCILE MILLER