Miami Valley Hospital School of Nursing - Lamp Yearbook (Dayton, OH)

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is 66 This vm' That HOSPITAL SONGS Thanks for the Buggy Ride when the nurse wheels you to your bed. Let me call you Sweetheart when you forget a nurse's name. I wanna go where you go when the patient next to you goes home. Always when a nurse asks you how long you expect to stay. VVish I had a Little Drink when you are out of water. But you Forgot to Remember when the nurse forgot your backrub. Show me the Way to go Home when youlre blue. it SPARE THAT Laundry spare this uniform Make not a single tear just remove the mercurochrome But leave the buttons there. This covered me last week I have but one more to wear For the life of it I speak Please handle it with care. CURE FOR SCANDAL One cake of good nature , One ounce of herb called mind your own busi- ness , One ounce of charity for others , Two or three sprigs of keep your tongue between your teeth , Simmer together in a vessel called circumspec- tion for a short time and it will be fit for use. UNIFORM 'Twas my own clumsy hand That sewed those buttons on Don't tear the collar band For then the uniform is gone. I want to find the pockets there And all the seams without a break For again this garment I must wear So please be careful for my sake. ODE TO NURSES If you can please the Sisters and the Doctors, The superintendents and patients, too 3 The patient's family and the senior nurses, 'Twould seem that you had quite enough to do. If you can please the Czarines of the pantry, The Napoleons who massage and bathe the halls, And yell at you for not walking on the ceiling, Or smile when you have lost your beaux phone call. If you can please the interns and the house doctors, And hold your tongue when the buck they try to pass, Or when chamber maids and elevator workers Think your day is lost without their sass. I f you can stay your tears when in the drug room, They ask for whom and why you want your wares, Send you back prompto for perscriptionsg Make you climb what seems a million stairs. A+ If you survive two months in the O. R. With Tie my gownn or 'gHand me this or that , The wild excitement of the doctors scolding, Still don't give up and leave your training flat. If you don't swear the night you've got a heavy, And are informed it's you to relieve. If you still stick when lying tongues seem rampant, ' That those in charge seem disposed to believe. If you can glide past Tom at nearly day break, Sign the book and make it look like ten o'clock, If you can fool the Sisters and the nurses, When you go hatless for a walk around the block. If you can keep your head when bells around you Are ringing till you don't know what to do, If you can keep your heart when handsome interns Are losing their's and blaming it on you. If now that you have finished training, You can look on this life as mild, V Yours is the earth, But I'm here to tell you, You'll not be a nurse-youlll be a saint, my child. 4. 'r

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WILL YOU EVER FORGET- What is a German goiter? . . . The Lish family . . . The rush for the dining room after psychiatry class . . . DIVERTICULUM! . . . Schmidt and her corns'. . . Who's little fellefs and the airplane crash . . . That profitable M- game at Lilly's , . . Seven babies in one night on maternity . . . A certain second year student who, when asked to do gloves, said that she could put up only three cases as all the rest were for the right hand . . , Those live foot girls in call gowns . . . That mysterious little black bag? . . . YVanted: A good definition of epididymus . . . Have you observed . . . How many stair steps leading to the basement? How many doors in the corridor leading to the class room? . . . Surgical dressing classes . . . Vanishing blue . . , A certain green probie eagerly answering hair- brush to the instructor's question What materials do you need for an anemata? . . . Puss in bold handwriting. . .Student proudly showing a baby He looks justlike you ! . . .flt was the visiting ministerj . . . 'What prexie absent-mindedly emptied a tub of water in the trash can? . . . A certain probie when asked to get the thermometers from patients in 10-bed pulled them all out and handed them to the nurse without reading them! . , , Girls-two in particular-there is a screen in that window . . . Get back in bed. Be with you in a few minutes. That first time you operated the elevator in main build- ing? . . . Who hollered Harry when she got locked in the bathroom at five till seven one morning? OUR SONG-,41 Tune: Johnny's so long at the fair Oh dear, what can the matter be? VVe ean't get dietetics, We canit get our Anatomy. We can't get our ethics, l'Ve,re not smart as we ought to be. Because they act like emetics. And so we are on our way out. And so we are on our way out. Can't get drugs and solutions, We can't get our chemistry. We can't draw the right conclusions. Bases! Acids! Salts! Mystery! So we're ending this revolution. We just ainit what we used to be. And so we are one our way out. And so we are on our way out. We can't get our hygiene. We can't get our Nursing, And we can't learn our ensymes. In spite of all our rehearsing. So we need an anodyne So, Dad, please-some reimbursing And so we are on our way out. Cause we are on our way out. We weren't expecting a test. But we got a beautiful test. VVe did our best! We flunked the test. And so we are on our way out. Good old surgical dressings Miss WALN- She pulled us tlzroughn 4' 74 +A The members of the Class of '41 wish to express their apprecia- tion to Miss Waln for her untiring effort, kindness, and advice.

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END OF A NURSE,S DAY S Seven ojclock 5 and the nurse's work Was done for another dayg She heaved a sort of tired sigh And put the charts away. Then sat for a moment and bowed her head Over the little white desk 5 ' I wonder, said she to herself, After all, Am I really doing my best? Perhaps I could have begun the day With a brighter and cheerier smile, , And answered the bells with a 'right away, ' Instead of an 'after a whilef And I might have listened with sweeter grace To the story of 6's woes ,' She may be sujering more, perhaps, More than anyone knows. Poems And I might have refrained from the half way frown, Although I was busy then, When that frail little boy with sad blue eyes, Kept ringing again and again. A nd I might have spoken a kindlier word To that heart of that restless boy, And stopped a moment to help him find The part of his missing toy. . Or perhaps the patient in 1.8.4 'fust needed a gentler touch. There are lots of things I might have done, And it wouldn't have taken much. She sighed again and brushed a tear, Then whispered-praying low: O. God. how can You accept this day When it has been lacking so ?', And God looked-He heard the sigh - And saw the shining tearg And sent His Angel Messenger To whisper in her ear-. Perhaps you could have done better today, But as the Omnipotent One Seeing your faults, doesn't forget The beautiful things you've done. He knows, little nurse, you love your work In this big house of sorrowg So gladly forgives the lacks of today For you will do better tomorrow? And the nurse looked up with the tenderest smile, Tomorrow I'll make it right, Then added a note in the Order Book, Be good to them tonight. Margaret A. Reed. HER CHOICE There are many trades to choose from, And lucrative careers, too, But she chose one of self-denial, With character strong and true. She adjusts the rumpled pillow And cools the fevered browg She cheers the old and feeble, True to her spoken vow. She's there when life is ushered in, Also, when it departsg Shels the angel of the suffering, Endeared to human hearts. God's gift to the lonely and stricken is she To the oppressed and helpless as well, She's a blessing in the guise of a nurse As rich and poor will tell. God bless this girl with choice so noble As she embarks life's ship of mercy For untold pain and sorrow she'll ease This angel on earthfthe Nurse. Mrs. E. F. Merker. ONE SCARBELLY TO ANOTHER Think of all the fun we'll have When we get together. MVN waste no time on politics, 'Weyll mention not the weather. Nor- will we talk about our friends Or cuss our damned relations. Wifll just compare our scars and rave About our operations. No more we'll be compelled to sit A And mutely nod and listen While others boast and brag about Their organs that are missin' 5 For each of us can prove we've had A major operation. And so we'll pull our shirt-tails up And join the conversation. George Doyle Antrim. 'AN ODE TO OUR NURSES IVho is it. dressed in spotless white, Patrols the station both day and night And watches for our signal light? , OUR NURSES. Who starts your day with the small bath tub, And gives your carcass a needed scrub, Then peps you up with a good back rub? OUR NURSES. Who grabs the thermometer with authority bold And under your tongue you have to hold That little glass tube till the tale is told? OUR NURSES. Who is it gives our arm a twist And sinks her fingers in our wrist, So our pulsation she can list? OUR NURSES. Who is it grabs the old bed pan, All hooded over like the Ku Klux Klan, And protects her nose as best she can? OUR NURSES. Who knows the answers, Tes and No, When her patient dies where they will go, Who grabs the Bo ys thatls got the dough? OUR NURSES. Who is it when Doc begins to sass, Swallows it all like a meek little lass, But feels like saying Tau kiss my-foot ? OUR NURSE. W. A. Shoemake.