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

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BROADCASTING M.H.T.S. It's six o'clock in the morning, I've worked the whole night through; And daylight soon will be dawning, Just: one more chart to review. Just another pay, wasted away-eating and playing; just another dime, stepped into line, leaving me. All day working hard, working in the ward, Praying that I earned it. Every day the same, making me a name, as a nurse, Just another pay, wasted away, and no return. Training days are happy days, Tho' they may mean hard work too. They will help us in many ways. As we'll realize when were through. We are broader in many aspects today, Than we ever thought of before we came this way; Ah, training days are priceless days, Let's keep them ever new. Scold me and tell me I'm no good-just once again. And shame me-just once again, In the waiting room again tonight. Scold me and tell me to work hard-just once again. Another chance-just once again. I'll try once more tonight. Days of play we knew are just a memory, Just a memory of a life we've left behind. Leisure times of old are just a memory; Just a memory that will now be hard to Find. Will we live to see the life of youth again? Will there come a time when we can play again? Days of idle youth are just a memory Just a memory and will ne'er return again. What did Sr. Emma say When the girls were late that day? Oh do-de-oh do-do do-de oh-do! What did Dr. Oesterlin say When we took his slide away? Oh do-de oh-de-do do-de oh-do! 59 j 0. SE $1 , gill 959 :I! avrild fl Villmmu'w l

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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.

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SPRING FEVER Lilly had promised to marry John because he was not a Miner any- more. He was wondering, HShall I take my Darling to the old Hausz where I was Boume or shall I build a Newhaus on Myhill? He felt ambitious so he Rhode around to the Carpenter. It was spring and the Robbins were singing. He was very happy. But Jones the Black helper of the Carpenter was feeling the effects of spring in a different way. He was muttering to himself, If DeMaster gets a Newman, ah won't work any Moe. Just the idea of work made him Zimmer. He wanted to be a Fisher so he made a Troller and started out in his old Sayle boat. 4 The waves rose Heuer and the boat began to Lerch and upset. He tried to Graeber but the boat had a good Soak so began to sink. Jones tried to dive and Grab it, but he was such a Weideman he became tangled up in the line and made a Westphal. Henrich the Grindeman was driving by with a load of feed and when he saw Jones Hug a floating board he felt like Laughwin, but he called Schmidt, Edwards, and Olson, and before Long drew him ashore. When the Carpenter suggested work to him he was willing to help the Mason that very day. As the last Shutter was being fastened on, John told Lilly he would Walker over tovthe Newhaus. She took some Coffey and sandwiches along and Jones had developed such an appetite he couldn't remember that he had Everet anything so good. V T 8 a . .-'2 . THE LAUNDRY-BAG I'm just a little laundry-bag, With a numbetred or black, A wom-out book within me With a sadly broken back. But although I'm not good-looking . As before you've heard me tell, By the way the students grab me i I'm sure they love me well. KR; For it's always Sunday mornings , ' ; y AM That they treat me so blame rough! , a :- It takes a good physique and loving E 5,; To stand that cave-man stuff!