Morningside Hospital School of Nursing (Tulsa, OK)

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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

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PLACED!! 5 HANDS D. R. HWWARD, R.N, I think you are while temples turned By seulptor's moulding tool, To hold within deep fountains lr'arnerl, With 'vigor flowing eool. Your fingers fend like eestals fair, Dejt 'oirgiizs in their tnuehg Guarding fliekering pres where Life's flame lies trampled nzueh. Intimate with Birth and Death, You've surely held the veil That separates by sheerest breath, The immortal from our pale. .Yo wonder then, that hands are 'tina' White temples of the Soulg O may you hola' for life, new wine, With a finger toward the goal. 'ffCwOplen'autifon Help one another, the day nurse said, As she rushed along to a patient's bed. There's work enough for one and all, United we stand, divided we fall, There's joy in helping your fellow rnan, So help one another all you eanf, Af' 'Al-Ielp one another, said the nurse that night, To her fellow nurse when she got in a tight If I tried to do all this work alone, l'd be tired out before the night's half gone. But I'll help you and you help nie, Then how nzueh easier our work will be. f'HeIp one another, the Doetor Cried, ,-ls he walked down the hall by the Superintendenfs side, We nzust get together and work with a will, There's a plaee that eaeh of us alone fan jill, Colne all ye who believe in eo-operation, Q .find we'll make lUorning1side the best in the Nation. 1 H 'SI jj 1, N 5 - 5 ' , 113,--I rs, -1 ' 1 '