Milwaukee Hospital School of Nursing - Gleanings Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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YESTERDAY Sweet memories of yesterday, That speak to us of life and love. Happy hours of yesterday, As fleeting as a dove. Come back again, oh yesterday, Why did you fade so fast? Just like the rose that' blooms today But its fragrance does not last. W Kind memories of yesterday, Our tomorrow is yet unknown. Will they again become reality, Or remain. memories alone?

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country, especially those who are now disabled as the result of that terrible confiict. No one can fittingly describe that vast family of the A.E.F., as its members included men and women from the sunny south, the cold north, the mountainous west, and the far east. Among these members existed a comradeship and good fellowship seldom found in civilian life, each willing to sacrifice his own comforts for the sake of giving comfort to others. This was especially true of the patients in the wards. Fre- quently was heard this request: uPlease nurse, attend to my buddy first, I know that he feels worse than I do. Owing to the unselfish attitude of the boys, the work of those caring for the sick and wounded was full of interest, and distressing situations were modified. The untiring patience of the doctors, who in many ways seemed different than in civilian life, was marveled at. The Red Cross, the Salvation Army, the Y.M.C.A. and the K. C- organizations supported by the folks at home deserve much credit for having made outer and inner atmosphere and appearance in the wards more cheerful. After a few months had passed, the hospital grounds, a swampy desert, were beautified by the planting of evergreens and by the placing of flower boxes at the ward windows. As the patients were transported in the hospital trains from the cold, bleak battlefields into the wards, they felt this was the cheer indirectly given through their loved ones. There were the very witty, optimistic remarks of the boys, the interesting entertainments of various types, the signs of gratitude and deep appreciation that broke the spell of grief. ' One particular incident which the writer cannot forget was the first Armistice day, when the news of peace spread over the entire camp, as rapidly as over the rest of the world. There were no outer signs of emotion visible, but a look of contentment on the faces of those grown up boys. They realized that no longer had they to fear being sent back to the front lines; they now had visions of going home where relatives and friends, who sacrificed, were eagerly waiting to welcome them. In spite of hardship and sacrifice it carries no regret. After all, it was a privilege to be of service to humanity, to be able to alleviate mental and physical suffering, for the greatest happiness lies in serving others. - Olga Lichtenberg.

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For those of us who have known the wonder of a release from pain wrought by the surgeon's knife, these lines from H Interludes will strike a responsive chord: HOSPITAL By Dorothy Stott Shaw Thank the dear God for pain And its knife-keen smart: After it, peace again, And a quieter heart. The cold, sweet ether smell, And four white walls; The sound of a chapel bell Through silent halls. Eveningeand night-and dawn A maple tree! Laughter across a lawne And Life for me! SEN IOR CLASS MOTTO Let us call to mind the saying of Emerson that nothing great is ever accomplished without enthusiasm. We ask, is nursing great? Is it a worth-while accomplishment? In looking over the professions we realize its greatness not only in reference to its vast present-day scope, but also in regard to its ability to draw forth and develop the little great- nesses in us. Such power is found in but few other professions. It lays hold on us physically and spiritually. Will we mold? Yes, but only in proportion to our enthusiasm as stated above. To me it seems impossible for anyone to remain unimpressionable but, in spite of this fact, we actually do mold only in proportion to the enthusiasm expended. As- suming physical fitness for the work, we find our mental powers demand- ing constant inspiration. Opportunity and interest surely is wide in this field for we find no end of research and self-development. As Edward Dickinson says, We must be mental athletes as well as physical, if we wish to derive the best. To accomplish this great work we must be far-reaching individuals whose actions are not isolated, otherwise our enthusiasm will not be stimulated. Only by correlating our work with other currents of human life can we remain enthused. In short, only by, Living the most, can we serve the best. As an inspiration the class of .28 has chosen this motto as a means of accomplishing the great. 57