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

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' Twos the night bebre Christmas, and all through OB Not a doctor in sight, and no babies-to-be,- When the elevator doors sprang apart with a clatter And I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter. Then to my wondering eyes did appear A mother in labor, and Doc Crawford, the dear! hie called down the hall, She ' s had some before! Which probably means gravida 5, para 4. Call up Miss Dwyer — tell her to run,- But she ' s busy on 9, for they ' re having one. Prepping ' s all finished,- the patient ' s now ready; Contractions are regular, painful and steady. In comes Finola, fresh out of bed,- Here in ten minutes — how he must have sped! We need a scrub nurse — which one is on call? hHere she comes now, turban and all. Six minutes later the baby is born, hie ' s here just in time to greet Christmas morn. A word from Finola as he sprints out of sight — Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

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The way Geza could burn,- The way gloves wouldn t turn; The way I strove to learn — OR, you can ' t take those away from me. The view from M-19 at night,- Damp-dusting every light,- Bronchoscopy s green sight; OR, you ' ll never leave my memory. 28 I may never, never clean again Chandler ' s chisels and Rongeurs; But I won ' t forget his stately mien In a hundred years, that ' s sure. Mopping Eric Oldberg ' s broW; Strohl ' s mutton tallow NOW; The duckpond s mess, and how! OR, you ' ll always be these things to me.

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Sing a song of poblum, and oleum and such; 0 little girls with fuzzy curls, and boys who ate too much,- Of holding harelips by the hour, and dropper-feedings, too,- Of sodden linen q half hour, and diaper cans— peeuuh! Of precious Bobbie Lape, and all the countless others Who wormed themselves into our hearts, and made us feel like mothers. Of the shocked surprise it was to find how strong those little chillun Could be when suddenly they spied a nurse with penicillin! Of cocoa every night that never tasted twice the same,- Of playing ball, and school, and house, and every sort of game,- Of chicken pox, and T and A s, and scarlet fever, too The unexpected was the rule, with always something new,- Of Rister ' s needle count, and Ernestine, that dusky queen,- And the tiniest little preemies anyone has ever seen,- Of little voices shrilling Nurse! ' , and bad dreams in the night,- Of pillow fights in 807 that room was such a sight! Yes, sing a song of Peds ,- for though they sometimes drove us wild We ve never found replanMiient for the antics of a child.