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

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Q9-Law xfff- fl ' 5 zzlnlan - gs- 1' 1'3'- 0 so af' Q ssxv 044 1 - - ' Rh-.-A--- 2 f'? ' 'i'? v1a- 'weaeff-Sw ' 'N Q444-' pf ,I .. '- Y k vnubxg Imagine our chagrin when: Agnes Peterson Hgowned and gloved the missing donor for a, trans- fusion in Surgery. Poor Pete thought he was a new interne. There are times when one does wonder- Edward Train told the patient's feminine visitor on Ward 155 that the patient was 'unable to sit up, and found he had been talking to the doctor. Ruby Baird found herself locked in the library at 8:30 one evening. The watchman was not chagrined but angry. Rose Futter and Frankie Fulp lost their purses at the beach and had to wait until a crowd of people boarded the car so they could squeeze in without paying fare home. CGood girls-at least they didn't accept a pick-up ridelb Wilma Black carefully placed a sterile transfusion set on a-chair in Surgery. A Tommy Curtis, then a probie, left the urine speimens from 500 in the Library, instead of the Lab. Nola Pickrell was locked in the bathroom for two hours, the evening she had a dinner invitation. The culprit was never captured. Hazel Richardson, as a Prep Student, icarefully Wrap-ped 500's daily allotment of enema and douche tips in separate gauze packages. Miss Booth declares there were 25 and that each bundle was tied with a blue ribbon. A A certain member of the January section dried the night's supply of Surgery's gloves by vacuuming them in the sterilizer, once too often. Eleanor Krentz, during the early probie days, was given a senior student's A ward report. The nice part was that the room-mate told everyone about it, and it was several days before the truth was known. A probie went to Surgery without the customary wheel chair or stretcher, 'determined that she could carry 500's daily supply of glucose and saline. They only used about 60 quarts of each, and those were the good old days of the coffee pot flasks. Rinalda Hanson found she was down to her last cent, and had to borrow a nickel from a cop for street car fare home. Someone vacuumed the vaseline gauze. - Juliano Montano offered Dr. W. Smith a patient's gown instead of a doctor's gown. - I. Miller crashed the gate, successfully, at 12:30 a. m. to meet Mrs. Greenbaum locking the cottage door. fNote to the powers-that-be: we need brighter lights on the porcheslb Esther Harvey on night duty on good old 500, having broken her watch, brought her alarm clock along for company. The alarm rang loud and long at 4 a. m., defying all efforts to stop it. Needless to say, for once a. m. care was completed by 7 a. ml 1 Edna Melton, in the early days of her career, asked Mrs. Kappel if she might give a patient a bed-pan. ' Isabel Koless' and Marian Wood lost their escorts at the Rosslyn Hotel, and had to come home in a police-car. The poor little student stepped out of her step-ins in Surgery. Price Pinkley Uplunked down 50c and demanded his star from Mrs. Muir. U Ninety

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