Presbyterian St Lukes Hospital School of Nursing - Alpha Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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You walked on M-8 that fateful day And thought how you ' d like to be taken away. But the kids were so cute, you forgot your fear And soon every one became new and dear. They smiled and talked and called out your name And yelled with great vigor until you came And read them a story or played some game. Or maybe the little boy in the corner caught your eye And they were so afraid that he might die. When he looked up at you and smiled the best he could You knew he must live, that he should and would. And later he yelled as loud as the rest Then you read him the story he liked the best. You can ' t forget the nursery up there on 8 — Only three weeks there unless six was your fate. You fed, and changed diapers until you were blue And went flying off duty when you got your cue. But all in all it ' s a pretty nice place — And you ' ll remember long each clean shiny face. Then they took you away from each nice thing But those memories of Ped will always cling.

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Next thing we knew — we were down in O.B. We worked quite hard, some days, that is — Bringing to parents little bundles of bliss. On call all night — on duty next day Made you walk with a stuporous swpy. The babes in the nursery just eat and sleep And the diapers dry, you must try and keep. After 16 weeks there, we heard they had need For a bunch of eager beavers up in Ped.

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From Peds we went to Cocoanut Grove Where, with psychotics we were left to rove. The rec room and always a wild bridge game — Nothing up there was ever tame. A key was lost so we ' d look around And search frantically ' til it was found. We ' d look at each other in serious thought Each wondering if the other with a conflict were frought. EST ' s and Insulin Shock To help alleviate some mental block. The results were slow but well worthwhile When one of your patients gave his first smile. Now we ' re almost through with this rage But first let ' s take a look at contage. , CONT T ' was the night before leaving And all through the dorm — The seniors were packing The juniors forlorn — And I in my p. j. ' s and she in her gown Had just laid our heads on our pillows of down. When what to our weary heads should flash But glimpses of contage and the whole senior class. The day we all came loaded down with our bags — The first night in our beds with their creaks and their sags. At clinic they showed us how to make a bed To discharge a patient and care for the dead. In class we learned of the Ayrea clean And the Ayrea where we should never be seen. The Whoopers over in building three, Were a joy to some — a grief to me. Some just whooped and others turned blue — Where is the suction and what should we do? The receiving room was always fun A chat with Olsen when admissions were done. The dog bites were many and oh what a task 1