Regina General Hospital School of Nursing - Blue to White Yearbook (Regina, Saskatchewan Canada)

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Remote ' $l jj G. Banks— Happy days are here again. The roads are open to Estevan. J. Bellous— Always sharp and on the bea m. That ' s our Joyce I mean. S. Evernden— To work on I sol., night after night. It ' s measles I’ve got this time all right. (Neurotic?) E. Ellis— A phone call!? Erna runs pell-mell. We certainly hope that all is W-E-L-L. O. Halbert— Giggler ' s Mother in a tale of woe. O, eyelash curlers—where didst thou go? N. Hilderman— Come hot or cold, snow or rain. No. ! on Norm ' s hit parade: And So To Sleep Again. B. Ford— Ever see Beth less her room is spic and span? Ever see Ford without a man? S. Fenning— Cute and sweet is our Shirt-ail. Bring on the food, that Fenning ' s wail. E. Swinehart— Holidays she plans with her Bud alone. Hey Edith!—don ' t forget that chaperone. Y. Kitchen— The alarm clock goes off at four. Oh Myrna, we ' re late once more. M. Lloyd— Your etiquette, Myrna, must have no flaw When you go to meet future Ma and Pa. J. Brock— Year pins and class fees Are Jean ' s pet peeves. E. Stephenson— She ' s quiet and reserved—a prim little thing. But have you seen the sparkle of that ring? S. Erickson— A list of her merits would stretch a mile, ' Cause she ' s our gal with that radiant smile. S. Ewart— A week in Regina, we ' ll see the sights. Oh, horror of horrors, I ' m working nights. C. Wesson— Hey, Connie, look at the mail list right fast. The dog sled has come through at last. N. Lowenberger— Always up to some new stunt. As a good nurse, she’s out in front. J. Hubick— Joycie’s jokes are strictly for the birds. But you just have to giggle, there ' s no need for words. D. Jansen— This is our girl with rhythm and rhyme. Wherever she goes, she ' s always on time. B. Farquhar— A rustle of aprons, a clatter of shoes. She ' s off down the hall with a swish of her blues. B. Carson— Carson ' s a friend in all kinds of weather. You know we red-heads must stick together. S. Dragon— She collects ivory statues as fast as she can. And analyses all from head nurse to gar¬ bage man. L. Currie— Why do you think Lucille went to the San? To learn of T.B., or catch a man? (It looks like a double play.)

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gemots ' 5 jj J. Osborne— She ' s gay and happy, really quite pert. But never can pass up that second dessert. H. Shaw— Short and sweet, oh, those eyes. But they’ve been the cause of a good many sighs. B. Tolhurst— Barb ' s out playing ball with the spring ' s first thaw. She ended up last year with a broken jaw. F. Tokaruk— Lives in a room way up in fourth. This gal we call Tommy, who hails from fhe north. B. McAdam— Basketball is one of her favorite sports. Brother! You should see her in shorts! I. Miller— A handy girl to have around. Her ' routine plans are the best to be found. F. Welsh— When working nights have you any notion. How anybody can sleep in all that com¬ motion. L. Mueller— To heighten her spirits there ' s no need for pills. Just send me home to the good old hills. P. Parton— We don t know what number Pat is buzzin’. But rumors say it ' s somebody ' s cousin. J. Bollinger— If you want to go for a row on the lake. Cheenie ' s a whiz with the oars, she ' s the one to take. B. Carter— Blue eyes and locks that shine. That ' s our Beverly every time. V. Clark— At the sight of red her senses leave her. Could be she ' s gof Scarlet Fever. E. Frostad— if any time you need some help, Ellen will be happy. Her favorite expression: Oh Mandy. D. Zimmer— The life of a party Dolores will be. Her impersonations are something to see. N. Clyne— Let ' s have a party this morning at two. If we all sleep in, five will do. D. Morrison— Doodie with her room at the end of the hall. Ah! those workmen are coming through the wall. L. Hanna— Here ' s my hat and here ' s my shirt. But hey somebody!-—lend me a skirt. M. Kennedy— Mid-Win ' s moved to higher places. But watch it, kid; don ' t kick the traces. D. Welsh— Donna ' s receding in 340. Nothing like getting hoity-toity. K. MacLeod— Nobody misses a 54 fling, Cause man oh man alive. You haven ' t seen a thing Until you ' ve seen our Katie jive. W. Allen— A is for Allen, she’s tall and she ' s neat. As a smooth skater, she ' s hard to beat. 52

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jewels o| ’$Lf jj R. Hornby— A motorcycle passes and Hornby sees stars. Is it the sight of the bike or the man behind the bars? G. Kilden— To have a short haircut was Kilden ' s one wish. But watch those scissors Carson, no shorter than this. M. Wing— To work hard is Mary ' s one law. With week-ends spent in good old Moose Jaw. D. Ellis— She flies to the room and grabs her hat. Just a five-minute stop-over, it ' s as bad as that. J. Toovey— Joyce has a secret yen. To be out in the country with hill and ' Glen. N. McArton— I shiver and shake, my feet are slow. To work in the case room this morning I go. F. Wilson— Early holidays, our Flo burns. But remember in the spring A Young Man’s Fancy Turns. J. Hall— Joyce, our girl, travels far. First the San, then O.R. S. Colpitts— Sheila hails from old Cabri. She lends a helping hand when her time is free. A. Dickenson— Calgary is the place she aims to go. We ' ll be pulling her from the ceiling when she gets back I know. I. Gessner— Irene ' s our gal from Strasbourg, So lively and quick and full of fun. Her famous appetite we could not curb. As a good nurse, she ' s not outdone. E. Hill- Pert and blonde, with a winning smile, And boy, you should see that swimming style. There ' s a Plymouth that waits outside the door. Her off-duty hours certainly aren ' t a bore. M. Myhra— To go to work at three each afternoon Sure leaves my social life in rack and ruin. J. Morrow— i d like to receive a letter covering pages and pages. Instead of these short notes I ' ve been get¬ ting for ages. W. Perkins— Perky is a gal who likes to go swimming. The Glee Club also knows her singing. Maybe her presence will more be known, Now that her folks to Saskatoon have flown. E. Gherasim— Elaine ' s a vice-president, a leader worth while. A he ' ping hand to her is never out of style. But that letter from way down east Is much better than any feast. 54