Regina Grey Nuns Hospital School of Nursing - Memorare Yearbook (Regina, Saskatchewan Canada)

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From The Graduates of ’60 To The Graduates of ’61 E. BALL - Her blind dates A. BAILLOD - her sense of humor K. BALASZ - her boarding place across the street. M. BENDER - her hats J. BEAUREGARD - her French accent E. BURRELL - her desire to go to the West Coast I. BROWN - her freckles B. BRYAN - her wardrobe M. BUNNAH - her trips home I. CARRIERE - her shag haircut S. CONNAUGHTY - her bridge scorecard M. CRUESOT - her three weeks of nights in the Dressing Room S. CHORNOMYDZ - her shyness L. DAME - her blue eyes J. DAVIS - her shoes C. DUPMEIER - her wonderful view L. ELLERT - her parcels from home I. EVANS - her extra time M. EVEREST - her vim and vigor D. FLETCHER - her stuffed animals M. FAFARD - her red band R. FOX - her gold fish H. FREY - her hair-do for the pageant P. GREEN - her late hours C. GREZCK - her dates A. HOREAK - Charlie! E. HUMBERT - her tweezers J. HORNING - her desire to go t o university D. JAMISON - her nickname Tissie” E. JOHNSEN - her artistic talent J. JOHNSON - her Herpes! G. KARAKACHUK - her long curly lashes M. KEMP - her ability to study J. KMITA - her make-up Z. KOZOWAY - her free passes on the CPR M. KOLTON - her jokes V. LAFRENTZ - her countless tales of days on the trail” B. LA BERGE - her black rinse S. LOFGREN - her efficiency B. LORETH - her needlepoint M. LUCAS - the R.C.M.P. T. LECAINE - her Craven A’s D. MARSH- her letters from B.C. M. MARSHALL - her vitality J. MAY - her quiet manner M. MORE - her alto voice J. MULLOIN - her future post with the fire dept. G. MC KINNON - her giggle M. MC VE1GH - her ability to make speeches C. MC KENZIE - her blue leotards J. NASH - her glasses H. NEW - her love of the farm M. NICHOLSON - her ability to pierce ears S. NIMIGEERS - her cigars J. NYBO - her chewing gum C. PARKER - her ability to sew D. PARKINSON - her trips to Estevan M. PEAKMAN - her can opener R. PISCH - her Buick H. PRYCE - her red hair C. RODRIGUE - her days on,second floor C. ROGALSKY - her favorite chair in front of T.V. J. SARVIS - her duties as editor E. STOCKI - her ability to tell jokes M. SKILNICK - her vocabulary L. SCHIISSLER - her visits to her aunts. S. SCHUSTER - her ulcer D. SCHNIEDER - her ability to make fudge J. SANGSTER - her pony tail M. RODDY - her fracture board G. RIED - her Christmas candles J. REMPEL - her double room D. W1NGERT - her laugh C. WHITBY - her neat room M. WILSON - her L.P. of Tommy Edwards J. WILSON - her naturally curly hair C. VERBEKE - her long black tresses H. WILDERMANN - her phone bills V. WOOLSEY - her ability to quit smoking L. YURKIW - her walk L. THERENS - her accordian W. SHICK - her fur jacket Sponsored by NATIONAL DRUGS and SPEERS FUNERAL HOME.

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WHO ELSE BUT A NURSE They have a certain glow although at times it is a little dim, but there is always enough there to give yourheart a twist, enough for you to know that you are in the presence of one of God’s special creatures. Even when they grumble about their work, criticize their teachers and think they are better than their co-workers, there is a little spark. God borrowed from many creatures when he made nurses. He used the gentleness of the lamb, the stubborness of the mule, the songof the bird, the curiosity of the cat, the memory of the elephant, the softness of the kitten, the friendliness of the pup, the heart of the lion. Nurses like parties, staying out late, new clothes, drive-in restaurants, weiner roasts, mounted Police, good food, many boy friends and the Nortown theatre. They don’t care much for study periods, roll call, mass meetings, supervisors, teachers, coming in at 10:30 p.m. Who else in this world can take so infernally long to answer your light, leave you on the bed pan for an hour, tell you you’re feeling wonderful, when you know you feel terrible? Who else can give you a needle and chuckle with “That didn’t hurt did it?” Who else but a nurse. A nurse is innocence with a twinkle in her eye beauty with cascara down her apron. Yet when it comes time for the end of lifes struggle, you’re weary and tired of pain, your bed has become your captor, and all in all you are ready to give up the fight, who else in this world can boost your morale more, with a cheery smile, a kind word and a gentle touch, or just a little sympathy? No one, no one but a nurse. YOU TELL ON YOURSELF You tell on yourself by the friends you seek, By the very manner in which you speak. By the way you employ your leisure time, By the use you make of dollar and dime. You tell what you are by the things you wear, By the spirit in which your burdens you bear. By the kind of things at which you laugh, By the records you play on the phonograph. You tell what you are by the way you walk, By the things of which you delight to talk. By the manner in which you bear defeat, By so simple a thing as how you eat. By the books you choose from the well filled shelf In these ways and more you tell on yourself. So there is really no particle of sense, In an effort to keep up false pretense.

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R.G.N.H. SCHOOL SONG R.G. N.G. You ' re our favorite school, Our guiding light, Our measure and tool. White cap, red band and the gold You know the story ever bold. We ' ve learned the joy of a babies first cry. Comforted those when soft voices die. Thank you Lord in heaven above For helping with your eternal love. Walk softly lest your steps should disturb, Do kindness always with every word. The lamps heavy, yes we know But behold, how it glows. To noble deeds Our hearts will aspire Love and devotion This our desire. Be not weary doing good For this so long our school has stood. Laughter has echoed through every hall, Memories warm, are ninety feet tall. Friends we ' ve met like sisters are. The road be rough, the goal be far. Roll out the carpet, ring out the bells- Graduation, three years it spells. Real Good Nurses Here, that ' s true. To R.G.N.H. Thank You. Muriel Bender. MOUNTAIN REVERIE To the mountains I will flee And there beneath those scented tree Will lay my head upon the sod. And hear the birds sing songs of God. There by the rushing river bed Count tiny stars far over head. Or by the blue falls thundering mist In pools of waterlilies list. Let sunsets embers turn to night Seated by the log-fire bright, I ' ll hear those scented pine trees nod And think how mountains are like God . MJB Have you seen a gull fly against the storm? Or with what pain a babe is born? It isn ' t just a foolish fraud, But rather is an act of God. Muriel Bender.