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

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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

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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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THE N IGHT N URSE One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, All good nurses go to heaven; That is why night nurses thrive, We go to Chapel at six forty-five. Then to the Training School Office we go, And what we hear there is nothing slow. All that has happened on the floor And very often a great deal more. When Sister Emma says, That is all, We all pile out into the hall. Each one to her duty's post, Each one thinking she has the most. Temperatures we take and pillows we shake, Good-night all, and don't awake. We get through quite early and feel real smart, And now we'll just sit down and chart. Ting-a-ling-ling, the telephone rings, llCase coming in, almost ready for wings. Makes no difference whether you have room or not, Just get busy and put up a cot. Hurriedly we fly, in highest expectation. The lnternes gather 'round and hold a consultation. Finally we hear one of them say, just as serious in his sober way- This fellow must have been a bum. He has a fracture of the acetabilum, He left his fibula and tibia on the railroad track And has a crushing injury of the lacrimal sac. At 5 :30 sharp we begin our morning work. We all work hard and none dare Shirk. At 7 o'clock the work is all done, We welcome the day force now coming on. Then again to the office we go to report. After breakfast we go for a walk 'round the court And breathe in the air so fresh and so pure, For this is what we call our T.B. cure. And does it not seem sad to you When all the sky is clear and blue, And we should like so much to play To have to go to bed by day? aF. S.a'28.