Presbyterian Hospital School of Nursing - Stripes Yearbook (New York, NY)

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We, fhe class of I936, of fhis beloved insfifufion of higher learning fhe alma mama whenfo we did fhree or more years ago lmosfly morel mafriculafe, do make, publish, declare, consfifufe, creafe, esfablish, fix, fabricafe, frame, compose, assemble, and appoinf 'rhis insfrumenf as our lasf will and fesfamenf, af fhe same fime revoking, recalling, wifhdrawing, and refracfing all former wills lif anyl or insfrurnenfs in a nafure fhereof made by us. We do give, confer, granr, besfow, accord. award, assign and beguea'rh:- CLASS WILL To our mosf Beloved Eaculfy:-all our sympafhy in fhe exfremely difficulf and painful fask of sfriving fo confinue fhe educafion of fhe cleficienf and boresome under classmen who are following in our foofsfeps. To fhe class of '37, our real and righfful successors, we surrender fhose weeping fiers of seafs in fhe dining room which are now being occupied by our cold, inerf bodies for fhe lasf fime-also our newly acquired mascof-fhe elevenfh floor mouse. Furrhermore we bequeafhz- Kiffy l-lobarfs sfafue fo Dof Robinson. l-lelen Peffif's loquacify fo l-l. Mead. Eleanor l-lill's refiring disposifion fo K. Friedlieb. Mary Ellen Van l-lorn's naivefe fo J. McTurk. Dof Gindeles ferfile imaginalion lo M. Graessner. Lucia Muller's rosy cheeks fo Kinnear. Mary Ludes' execufive abilify fo fufure parliamenfarians. Scoffy McCrae's mischievous nafure fo M. l-leafh. Duck failors line and verbosify fo fhe Dramafic Club. The sfage lighfing effecfs fo ghosf sfories. Jerry Locke's curls fo C. La Framboise. Polly Chris+ie's neaf appearance fo H. Ellis. l-lenderson fwins' similarify fo fufure Friday morning inspecfion. Bea Crocker's finy voice fo R. Elwood. Emily Ruppe's dief fads fo Good Housekeeping. Marion Kiefh's soufhern accenf fo K. l-lardeman for fufure reference. Jane B. Wilson's dignify fo Alexander. Jean Walker's sfride fo fhe waifresses. Our old black shoes fo be used as fuel for Maxwell l-lall fo cuf down fhe laundry budgef. ln wifness whereof we have hereunfo sef our hands and seal fhis second day of l-ebruary, I936.

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Poem reciTeCT by Nellie Revell over STaTion WJZ during The RoberT Simmons inTerview, wiTh improvizaTions by E. Kaiser ODE TO Tl-IE CLASS OF l936 IT you can please The head nurses and docTors, The superinTendenT and The paTienTs, Too, The paTienTs' Tamilies and your senior nurses. 'Twould seem +ha+ you'd have quiTe enough To do. Ii you can please The Czarines oT The panTry, The Napoleons who massage and ba+he The hall, And yell aT you Tor noT walking on The ceiling: Or smile when you have losT your beau's phone call. IT you can please The inTernes and The house-docTors, And hold your Tongue when The buck They Try To pass. Or when chambermaids and elevaTor workers Think your day is losT wiThouT Their sass. IT you can sTay your Tears when in The drug room, Iney ask Tor whom and why you wanT Their wares, Send you back pronTo Tor prescripTions, And make you climb whaT seems a million sTairsi IT you survive Two monThs in The HO. R. WiTh Tie my gown, and hand me This or ThaT, The wild exciTemenT oT The docTor's scolding, STill don'T give up and leave your Training TIaT. IT you don'T swear The nighT you've goT a heavy, And are inTormed iT's your Turn To relieve, IT you still sTick when lying Tongues run rampanT, ThaT Those in charge seem disposed To believe. IT you can glide pasT CaTherine aT nearly midnighT, Sign The book and make iT look like Ten o'clock 7 IT you can Tool The direcTor and The nurses, When you go haTless Tor a walk around The black. IT you can keep your head when bells around you Are ringing 'Til you don'T know whaT To do. IT you can keep your hearT when handsome inTernes Are losing Theirs and blaming'iT on you. IT now ThaT you have Tinished Training, You can look back upon This IiTe as mild, Yours is The earTh, buT l'm here To Tell you, You'll noT be a nurse-you'll be a sainT, my child.

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A SENIOR IN RETROSPECT Time, oh lime, Turn back in your llighl, Make me a Probe again, iusl for ronighll Cvive me Ihal' lamp 'Io hold in my hand- l held il in dreams, Then-you undersland. The worId's second lady 'lwas deslined I'd be- Or so I believed back lhere in '33. A spolless gray uniform wilhoul' any bib, No cap al an angle unbecorning my head. My place in 'Ihe elevalor close lo lhe door, 'Twas noble lo Iel lhem all gel on before. I dreamed of 'rhe days when a head nurse I'd be. Ur healing Ihe siclc in a foreign counlry, Id die lor my counlry-my flag-my school, And go up 'Io I-Ieaven-Ihe ages Io rulel Bur now I'm a Senior and everylhing's wrongl My unilorm's ragged, my hair is loo long, My finishing dale is a mylhical Ihing, I lorgel how 'ro smile-I never did sing, And if I should linish, l'm sure Ihere would be Nol a Ihing bul Ihose REGEIXITS awailing lor mel II's loo hor in Africa lor war and lor slrile, Il I heard a gun pop, I'd run lor my lilel II's really guile hopeless-you all will agree, This is lhe queslion-WhaI's Ihe maller wilh me?