San Francisco Hospital School of Nursing - Cap and Seal Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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ONE TEACHER AND HER YOUNGSTERS Page 55

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A I3 -1 4 D I .4 - 4 G H I J K L M N O IX Q R S T U V 7 VX X Y Z The Nurses Alphabet G40 Acceptance into our school. Beds we make according to rule. Cleanliness, Classes and Care. Dressings supplied everywhere. Evening care mostly on charts. Finished work so dear to some hearts. Graphic charts so hard for the bungler. Health, Hustle and Hunger. lnternes, Isolation and Immunity. Miss Jamnie, well known in this community. Knowing how nursing must be done. Lessons to be learned by each one. Mattresses, Medicines and Mistakes. Nurse and the training she takes. Operating rooms and long operations. Patients and many potations. Quiet as asked for by Dr. Norman. Restraint then needed to keep us from performin Service, and the Syringes we are often breakin'. Temperatures so repeatedly taken. Usefulness, Utensils and Utility. Vitamines that reinforce ability. XVatchfulncss, and willing XVo1'k well done. X-Ray room which patients like to shun. Yells of our school, Yellow pansies and yeast. Zinc Oxide and Zyniosis which we've all heard of al least. eo Y? Page 54

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Drugs and Solutions Miss Schenck is 1ny teacher, I shall not pass. She maketh me answer dense problems For my grades sake. She maketh me draw figures on the board. She leadeth me to display my ignorance, Before the class. Yea-tho' I study until midnight- I shall gain no solutions. The grams bother me, The drains sore trouble me, Surely zeros and quizzes will follow me All the days of my life, And I shall dwell in the class of drugs And solutions forever. 1 1 1 Feelings of a Night Nurse PM UN-MIT-I-GAT-ED-LY tiredg These eyelids are heavy and achy, My feet move as though they were mired, My hinges are wabbly and shaky. I'm useless for going and fetching, My lips have no hymn for the dawning, My arms have no mission but stretching, My mouth has no purpose but yawning. Though worshipers throng to Apollo, Not I would be one of their number. The god Whom I drowsily follow ' Is Morpheus, the patron of slumber. I care not who else may be working, I care not who else may be playing, I care not who thinks that lim shirking, I care not what ever they're saying. I praise not your sowers nor reapers Nor paladins eager for combat, But honor those glorious sleepers, The dormouse, the bear and the Wombat. I envy the petrel renewing Her nap in the trough of the billow, For all that I want to be doing Is making a dent in a pillow. Now, free of the fetters that bind you, I'm leaving the tolls that appall you, So shut the door gently behind you And don't wake me up till I call you. ARTHUR GUITERMAN Page 56