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

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THE CHARGE OF THE WHITE BRIGADE Just three years, just three years, Just three years onward, Into the white world of wonders Marched the new u Probies. Forward the uniformed aide! .tCharge for your books, she said: Into a wide world of wonders Marched the new h Probies. HForward the uniformed aide, Was there a nurse dismayed? Some stopped and wondered Some turned and blundered: Theirs not to reason why, Theirs not to make reply, Theirs but to do and die: Into the white world of wonders Marched the new juniors. t Teachers to right of them, Doctors to left of them, Patients in front of them Orderedethen wondered: Answering both light and bell Quickly they worked and well, Straight through the days of learning, After many hours of yearning Entered the thirty-four seniors, All that was left of them, Left of the uProbies. Why should their honor fade? O the brave attempts they made All the world wonders. Honor the work that's been done Honor their workewell begun. Onward, trained nurses. -M. L.

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JUNIOR FLOWER GARDEN I n every flower that blooms around, Some pleasing emblem we may trace. Aster: Eyes so blue as the heavens they gaze at.-Viola Adler. Lily: Quiet, peaceful, and calmeregardless of the surroundings.-Erna Bauman. Bluebell: Hang head, Bluebell, full of secrets thou darsnit tell.-Frieda Becker. Marigold: Golden-haired Mary, Oh, so cheeryeMary Callows. Pansy: That sweet and quiet smile That radiates for a mileeLois Carpenter. Roses: Roses steal a smile from every heartelsabelle Halgrim. Bridal Wreath: So dainty and fair, spring is your time to'cheer-Lucille Henke. Virginia Creeper: . Virginia Creeper has eyes so round, That when you see them your heart does pound-Virginia Kammerer. Morning Glory: Pretty Morning Glory opens wide, And puts all her thoughts and cares asideeGrace Larson. Iris: Our sweet little Iris that blooms so fair, Has love for us all and some to spare.-Ruth Newhaus. Brown-Eyed-Susan: V Bright Brown-Eyed-Susan has eyes like a flapper, 'Tis no wonder he'd like to kidnap her.-Margaret M ielenz. Larkspur: Larkspur! Larkspur! Why so quiet and true, Pray tell me, to be thus, what do you do?- Helen Lutz. Violet: Violet is handsome, pretty, and gay, But never mind, she'll come your way.-Mildred Lee. Sunflower: Stately and tall, ever looking to the sun, Sunflower, you are the one.-Della Rusch. Sweet-Pea: Dainty and neat as can be, Is our adorable little Sweet-Pea.eFrances Rasmussen. Fox-Glove: Fox-Glove has a clever way, ' Maybe you'll find it too some day.e Helene F ischer. Daisy: Always so happy, why? Oh! Daisies won't tell.-Rulh Kleberg. Hyacinth: The Hyacinth is fat and sweet, And so is she, I must repeat.-Fem Meyer. L 63

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SKINNING A CAT AWhene'er I see a cat 'tis true, I think 0' the one we sliced in two. We started by many a fret and stew, And quit with nothing to cut into. At first we wouldn't touch them-oo-oo! And even one cat let out a me-oo! And Oh! the smell of the formalin pew, We never thought we'd have that to go thru. We then proceeded with the old scalpel, We thought we could make it go pell-mell, We cut the hide and it went quite well, But from there on we could just yell. Be him alive or be him dead, We kept his hide it is said To ever remind us how we sped To tear him apart up to the head. Now when I look back to those days of yore I wonder why it was such a bore, I really just laugh, and giggle, and roar Until my sides are weak and sore. eF. Me'BO. ON CALL just when you've fallen into slumber deep, Hoping to have a full night's sleep There comes a voice that says once moree I-Iurry, you're wanted on the OB. floor. You scramble out of bed and step on a tack, That was holding uhis picture up on the rack. You slip into your clothes, grab the first pair of hose, Then j ump into shoes that do hurt your toes. You wake up your room-mate by stumbling around, Then take the stairs with a leap and a bound; Your feet leave the roor, when you fly out the door And you flnd yourself well bruised and sore. You pick yourself up and assemble your clothes, And thrust on your partner the sum of your woes; You run down the street, and fly up the hill. You certainly haven't any time to kill. You ring the bell at the hospital door And patiently wait for the buzzer to roar; But AlaSI-you find that you've lost the race When they say that you've missed the case. eL. W.e'28. 65