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

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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.

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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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AFTER WORK Nurses work long hours, Of that we have no doubt, But things that happen after work, You just don’t know about. Like the time we came off duty And to our room we trudged, Our bed was in a tizzy And our mirror was all smudged. Oh, whats the use , we stated, To clean up all these things? Tossing bib and apron, We lay down on the springs. Or the other night while visiting At eleven thirty-five, When hearing footsteps coming For the closet we did dive, Down in Florence ' s closet, Down upon our knees. Wouldn ' t we have died If suddenly we sneezed? Once a month we clean our room, Whether it needs it or not 9 But halfway through we ' re weary, And down for a coke we trot. Our furnirure in the hallway And dirt in the corridor, When returning an hour later, We ' ve got furniture no more. Remember the day we all sat up, And talked until ten to two-- Then drowsily we crawled to bed Our weary day was through. We ' re working days and its eight A . M., Our alarm clock has rung out, Someone ' s pounding on our door, You ' re late for work ' , they shout. Twice a week we study-- On Monday and Wednesday night, We run down at nine thirty, For fruit we then must fight. An apple for me and one for you, And five for the girl next door, Who incidently is in line To grab a dozen more. When studying for exams one night, We felt a dire need, Pulling on our coats we snuck, To the canteen for a feed. While making our way back to Res., With all our treats so meagre, Unluckily we met Sister, Guess she ' s not studying either! Loneliness got the best of us, We decided to sleep together So drag in an extra mattress, And then to hit the feather. While coming around the corner The mattress we did carry The House Mother met us there: — The mattress fell on Mary. We cannot figure why it is Clean uniforms are rare, Could be ' cause the dirty ones Are piled under our chair. So if we pick our friends out right, As it ' s from them we borrow, We won ' t get one too tall or short, And look a mess tomorrow. So that ' s our tale and you can bet There ' s lots we haven ' t said, Besides its getting late you see. We just got chased to bed. Mic Andy