La Junta Mennonite School of Nursing - Nightingale Yearbook (La Junta, CO)

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Nl W W 1 Pa ye Tmvrniy A NURSE A nurse, a simple nurse, to the unthinking, Only a nurse, and nothing but a name, A patient woman in her round of duty. Living and dying all unknown to fame. Only a nurse, a messenger of mercy, An angel sent unto our suffering race, XVith quiet step, and tender hand of healing, Diyinest pity on her gentle face. VVhen all the world lies wrapt in quiet slumber, Save the sufferer, moaning on his bed, VVhose watchful eye with love keeps vigil Through the long night with silent, softening tread? Only a nurse, in duty all unshrinking, Before such scenes manys stouter heart would quail, See there! that sweet. fair girl in sorest trial. Is at her post, nor will her courage fail. The fever we but terror-struck encounter, Or fly before, with selfish, coward dread, While nurse and doctor hasten to the rescue And stand unflinching by the stricken bed. Hai-k! that weird bell-an accident at midnight, The nurse and doctor wakeful, close at hand, The ministers to suffering or to dying, The hospital's heroic, little band. There you or I may, in our need find refuge, VVith kindly help, and loving, tender care, Let us respect these brave, unselfish women, And night and day remember them in prayer. -The Trained A7Ill'.Vt' and flospilal Re1.1i1 u'. June, 1928.

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NW 7 ' CDE TQ THE DQCTOR I think that the man who does all he can In the service of kind, worthy deeds, Is the Doctor who gives of himself as he lives In helping the World in its needs. His days are all full of an unselhsh pull In caring for both rich and poor, And after there's cheer where before was a tear, VVhen the Doctor steps out of the door. No night is too deep, no road is too steep, No soaking and driving cold rain Can offer breech when he wants to reach Where agony, sorrow, and pain Await for his touch, that comforts so much And brings quiet slumbers and rest- And all that hels paid for this trip he has made Is the knowledge that he's done his best. He listens to Woes and all the time knows He must keep all these troubles at bay, So he whistles the croon of a quaint tiny tune, And they somehow just all fade away. So here's to the grit of the man who won't quit- To the Doctor who does all he can Through all of his days in thousands of ways, To the comfort and serving of man! -RUTH HEATWOLE. XX will 'U 2 Q N 5 3 fu N fs fu 3

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