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

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Drawing up anti-toxin from each separate flask. The formula room and its sterile technique Squeezing oranges that way is really unique. The drone of iron-lungs down in building 2-1. My aching back — it wasn ' t much fun — A patient three times as large as I Nurse, turn me over, would be his cry. By pulling and tugging I ' d try to aid — But his comfort was less, I ' m sadly afraid Rounds by the chief was something to see Being tailed by the boys — 1,2 and 3. A new patient! Dr. Brown would scream And as she guessed the temp., Dr. Hoyne would beam • — His lecture on polio we all eagerly heard As each of us listened to every wise word — Gad, but I ' m sick, one gal cries And off to nurses ' clinic she flies — Open your mouth, stick out your tongue. Say Ah again — and now you ' re all done. Off duty today — put these in your nose. As you reach up to blow your blossoming rose. So back to your room for a day of rest To stay in bed is really a test. Up for meals and up for classes Up to keep filling the water glasses. After being off duty for just one day You felt renewed and go back to stay. The doctors aided in their own subtle way To help us enjoy every new day. A winning smile here and a teasing joke there. Someone tapping your cap or pulling your hair. The dining room on pancake morning ' Is like a hive when bees are swarming — At other times the food was such You didn ' t feel like eating much. So off you ' d go to Pop ' s Candy store — One sundae always tasted like more. The whipped cream on top was really a riot Not quite the thing for those on a diet. The Spot — the place to let down your hair Pout out your troubles — sob in your beer. So all you gals from Reese and Pres — Luke ' s and Mercy and all the rest As we leave MCDH behind Pleasure, I ' m sure, we ' ll always find Hashing over the fun for quite an age Of the gay times we had out at Contage . The Prom and Baccalaureate Graduation and the Going-Out date Loomed just head and will close the book Of the tale of a three-year journey we took!

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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

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y aduatcon - - The night had finally come when we could don our whites and feel that at last we were nearing the long-waited finish. To most people, the 23rd of May was just another day, but to us it was the greatest day we had ever known. The halls of Schweppe were alive with excitement and anticipation. Every one of us looked like we would burst at the drop of a hat. After taking many pictures and running eagerly about, we finally got into the cabs which had been very impatiently waiting and arrived at the church all aglow. It was the only time that any of us had felt sorry for those who had graduated in previous years. In spite of the mix-ups we had at practice, the service went along without a flaw. It wasn ' t until we sang O Master Let Me Walk with Thee that the tears came to our eyes. The pride swelled to an even greater height when they announced the awards to those of our class whom we knew deserved them. They were: The President of the Board of Trustees Award for medical and surgical nursing — Doris Molbo. The Medical Staff Award for medical and surgical nursing — Virginia Walker. The Mrs. Charles H. Morse Award for all-around nursing — Stasy Mesec. The Martha Hughitt McCullough Memorial Award for bed- side nursing — Florence Wolf. The Charles H. Schweppe Memorial Award for psychiatric nursing — Laura Rood. The Mrs. John W. Gary Award for obstetrical nursing — Sybeline Buurstra. The Harriet Fulmer Award for highest scholastic standing — Doris Molbo. The Woman ' s Board Award for pediatric nursing — Mary Montgomery. The Woman ' s Board Award for operating room nursing — Agnes Wiersma. Soon after that we had to leave, and our great hour of glory was nearing the end, but as we walked up the aisle, our hearts swelled with pride and thankfulness for everything. When we got back to Schweppe, we realized that the reception was the crowning glory to the end, which was really our beginning.