Morningside Hospital School of Nursing (Tulsa, OK)

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, 1173115 DLACEBO The Village Doctor Along the village streets, where maples lean Together like old friends about the way, A faithful pair oft and anon were seen- He and his nag, both growing old and gray, What .secrets lnrked within that old soul's breast Of mother-love, of throb of pains and ills, All safely kept beneath that buttoned vest. Receptacles of powders and of pills, Thrice happy he was when some fond nzother's eyes, Grew nzoist with love unspeakable to find, Snuggled to her breast her babe whose paradise Within her soul and bosom were entwined. How oft he held the wrist to mark the slow Pulsations of the feebly-fluttering heart, While his kind words, soft murmuring and low, Essayed to calm the inournings, pains and smart, He was to all a father, brother, friend, Their joys were his, their sorrows were his own, He sleeps in peace where yonder willows bend, Above the violets that kiss the stone. The Prolbies' Lament The probationer is so very faithful, It always seems to me, She should be treated better than She is sometimes, you see She goes to lectures every day, She works from morn till night .-Ind seldom grumbles tho' her lot Is often far from bright. If anything is wrong with her, She doesn't often tell, She works, and works on just the same When she is not feeling well. Then worst of all for her reward, For service day by day, Unkindness often is her lot, Ingratitude her pay. .-Ill of we probies really think 'T would do some seniors good To be probies once again- 1 almost wish they could, For tho' the lesson might be hard, I think you will admit, These seniors would be apt to learn, A thing or two from it. I 9 J 1 err it ' , N- ' :I

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DLACEB0 an Hits Ulldl llfatzlher Satisfied J OME years ago a discouraged young doctor in one of our large cities was visited once by his old father who came up from a rural district to look after his boy. UWell son, he said, how are you getting along? 'Tm not getting along at all, was the disheartened answer, 'Im not doing a thing. The old man's countenance fell, but he spoke of courage and patience and perseverance. Later in the day he went with his son to the Free Dispensary, where the young doctor had an unsalaried position, and where he spent an hour or more every day. The father sat by, a silent but intensely interested spectator while twenty- tive poor unfortunates received help. The doctor forgot his visitor while he bent his skilled energies to this task, but hardly had the door closed on the last patient, when the old man burst forth, I thought you told me that you were not doing anything! Why, if I had helped twenty-five people in a month as much as you have in one morn- ing, I would thank God that my life counted for something. f'There isn't any money in it, though, explained the son somewhat abashed. 'fMoney, the old man shouted, still scornfully. f'Money, what is money in comparison with being of use to your fellow men? Never mind about money, you go right along at this work every day. I'll go back to the farm and gladly earn enough to support you as long as I live-yes, and sleep sound every night with the thought that I have helped you to help your fellowmenf' Glloiriifiiedl Toiill IN A famous old painting is shown the interior of a sick room: but doing the work there are, not nurses in uniforms but beautfiul white winged angels. One serenely dusts the room with heavenly grace and one is bathing the patient's forehead, and one is preparing medicine, What the old monkish legend that it represents is, I do not know. But as the painter puts it to you on his canvas, all are so busy and working with such a will and so refining the work as they do it that somehow you forget that dusting is dusting, and that medicine is medicine, and only think of the angels and how very natural and beautiful nursing care is-just what the angels would do, of course, It is the angel aim and standard in an act that consecrates it. He who aims for perfectness in a trifle is trying to do that trilie holily. A Need A Tulsa doctor desperate over the non payment of bills is known to have put in a local daily the following It is reported that a fastidious girl bride in Boston kneads bread with her gloves on The incident may be odd but there are others Thu the doctor needs bread with his shirt on he needs bread with his pants on he needs bread with his shoes on and unless some of his delinquent patients pav their doctor bills up mighty quick he will need bread without a darn thin on and Tulsa is no Garden of Eden in the winter time neither .l , ' t - . Ui H , . . . . . v . . , . 5 i v 1 . ' ' ' f U , rs . . . . . ., . 1 - ll79ll K Mar.-mmtll 111