Morningside Hospital School of Nursing (Tulsa, OK)

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DLACEBO C Ummm' Srmperinfc-emiolienrt of Nurses We have the dearest Superintendent, And she always is our friend, She may seola' a hit and punish But she'll stand hy in the end. And our Superintendent has a strong point That I often wish I had, She can tell the very instant, We eontenzplate on being bad. When I quarrel with the other girls flnd they all quarrel with ine, And all of us in general Are as inean as we can be, Or in many another crisis We would surely be in bad, If we didn't have the dearest Superintendent Student nurses ever had. ii lloirtrtllie Srtufdlenrt Nurses Little student nurses, .-llways dressed so neat, Don't your skirts feel funny Round about your feet? Do you like your nursing That you have to do? Don't you get just awfully tired Before your work is through? Are you always dignified Whate'er may eonze or go? Are you always kindly smiling, Hurrying, scurrying to and fro? Little Student Nurses Each and every day, I'1n thinking lots about you, And I want to say, Though you are quite different From other folks I've niet, To ine you're ministering angels, That I ean't e'er forget. -By iz twelve years old patient in the Pediatric Department. ' 1 9 3 1 H 69 il Mg.. rl ,Q ,X , TS, I ,a:Mw.?:m r. i - '-- .mnm:.uL W- ' ' -

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DLAUEB0 Darn the Chicken Pcox AMERICAN MEDICAL JOURNAL The sky to the Eastward blazes, Setting the lake ajireg The sun bounds over the skyline, Dancing higher and higher. The folk fare forth to their labors, .-Ind the fortune the day unlocks, But what does it mean when yozfre quarantined, Because of the chieken pox. In the joyous sun of the noonday, I follow the scythe of the sand, Till it sweeps in a curiie, past Gary, Where the belching white smoke stacks stand, On, on to the great white sand dunes, And the cool blue flaine of the phlox, But what does it mean, to a nzan who's shunned Marooned with the chirken pox. In the dusk, in the amber half-light, When the waves half go to sleep, I'Vhen there wakes in the heart a melody, And the tones of song sink deepq When the wind of the twilight calls you, .-ind the branch at the casement knocks, Oh, what does it mean when yon're quarantined Cribbed with the chieken pox. And now that the night has fallen, And darkness is covering o'er, And the pulse of the lake is throbbing, On the breast of the whispering shore, And the wee waves dance in the moonlight, And wink with a laugh that mocks, Oh, what in the dence, pray tell, is the use, When you're sunk witlz the chicken pox. gtk This book's a great invention The school gets all the fame The printer gets all the money But the staj gets all the blame. ilk Scientists claini that the human body contains sulphur in varying amounts. That is why some of us make better matches than others. 1931 71 II ll . 1 .mw hL x