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

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JOHNSTON EMERGENCY HOSPITAL I'll try with a rhyme in a haphazard way To give just a limpse of a typical daye- A hospital sma l that's on Michigan Street Where pathos and humor each day you will meet. Our tale will begin the first thing in the mom, A clang in the alleyethe ambulance horn, And in comes a man who is holding his wrist, 'Tis plain to be seen that 'tis all out of twist, The doctor he spied, and he wailed and he roared, :l'quSt see what I did when l cranked up my Ford! is child it'is said, he has swallowed a penny, The X-Ray forthwith it discloses not any. And this little lad, what do you suppose? A bean and a pea he has stuffed up his nose. A tender young maid with a tear and a sigh Begs help to be given for a s ck in her eye. Young Johnny he ate a box ull of pills, The stomach pump quick!-he is cured of his ills. Ah me! must I tell it? A dear little boy, The hope of his dad, of his mother the joy, Laughing and a scampering, crossing the street, A truck and the clear one they suddenly meet, A lim little body, a terrified man, To te l of such heartache, no words ever can. At eleven in, the mom, the patrol sure will bring A man with loud voice who proclaims, I am King, I.Ve bushels and bushels of gold and of money. Dear me, says the nurse, This sure does look funny. The ambulance man he declares, Oh, not so! Dr. Rupp, District Court, to be held for M. 0. When chasing a speeder, the cops leg was broke, A fireman next who inhaled too much smoke. Then comes the police with a man who has seen Ten frogs that were pink, scores of monkeys bright green. The doctor he says, It sure looks to me, Paraldehyde, third floor, and mark him D. T. In zero time weather when north wind fierce blows, We thaw out and bandage friz hands, ears, and nose. And then comes the hot days when Sol strikes us dead, lt's ice to the spine and its ice to the head. A shiek and his girl, they go out for a ride, The auto and street car by chance they collide, Bruised knee, fractured ankle, cut lip, battered nose, The doctor, he stitches and stitches and sews, And says, I am sure it is better by far Two arms should be free when you are driving a car. The telephone rings, all the night, all the day, Looking for someone who's gone astray; Perhaps a reporter is seeking for news To enlarge and embellish the way he may choose. A nose that will bleed, a tooth that will ache- A drink of carbona for gin by mistake, With never an hour by the day or the night, Relief is not asked for some sort of a plight. Patients come, patients go-Lack of work? Oh, never, Like the brook, it goes on and goes on, forever. 68 - Anonymous.

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WHAT NURSES THINK OF US I f we could think in terms of rage N o doubt we'd find that nurses gauge T he deeds we thought as works of art E xamples of a minor part R eplete with faults and comic plays N ovitiates in all our ways E ngaged by folks to make them well S ometimes we do but never tell WHAT WE THINK OF THE N ow what we think is all reverse U ought to know a lovely nurse R esentful? No! but very meek S ome sugar, spice, and mostly sweet E ngulfed in work and very kind S ome knowledge too, that's what we find. -0ne of the seven. LIFE'S MISSION Rejoice, because on every day, You can bring light to someones darkened way. It matters not how dreary is the sky, Perhaps a smile will make the clouds roll by. A cheery word, falls often as the rain, On some poor lonely heart, that is in pain, And as the withered flower smiles anew. So smiles the Human Heart, in thanks to you. A friendly hand may help someone forget, That they were sinking, in naught but regret. It may help drown the fascinating sin, And urge them on to try and try again. A happy heart is worth its weight in gold, Far more than that, if it could but be sold. I ts owner, try as they often do, Can never hide the bright light shining through. And so each day goes quickly by, Happier than the last, and here is why: For if we had no other source of pleasure Making others happy, is good measure. eMabel V. Uhlmann-'26. 70