St Boniface School of Nursing - Estole Fideles Yearbook (St Boniface, Manitoba Canada)

Page 11 text:

Sta %ocian4. MEDICINE: Dr. J. D. Adamson Dr. D. S. McEwen Dr. J. C. Hossack Dr. A. Hollenberg Dr. I. Pearlman DERMATOLOGY: Dr. G. Bedford Dr. G. Brock PEDIATRICS: Dr. G. Shapera Dr. N. Book SURGERY: Dr. O. S. Waugh Dr. A. C. Abbott Dr. A. T. Gowron Dr. A. M. Goodwin Dr. R. O. Burrell Dr. D. F. McIntyre E. E. N. T.: Dr. C. M. Clare Dr. D. Genoff PROCTOLOGY: DR. J. Bourgouin ORTHOPAEDICS: UROLOGY: Dr. A. P. MacKinnon Dr. J. Bourgouin Dr. K. C. McGibbon Dr. E. Stephenson GYNAECOLOGY: Dr. J. D. McQueen Dr. C. R. Rice Dr. E. Stewart Dr. W. F. Abbott Dr. M. Rady OBSTETRICS: Dr. S. Kobrinsky Dr. H. Guyot RADIOLOGY: Dr. D. Wheeler Dr. A. McCulloch Dr. F. Stuart ANAESTHETISTS: Dr. I. H. Davidson Dr. J. Nylander Dr. R. L. Howden Dr. V. F. Bachinsky V. D.: Dr. K. Backman DENTISTS: O. P. D.: Dr. W. A. Weir Dr. J. Graf Dr. M. J. Averback Dr. D. Black PATHOLOGIST: Dr. J. Prendergast

Page 10 text:

OUR DOCTORS tfl O ”3 Ox c S cc O u a a re CO ’ m w . .H OiX) . c y CO c c 5 o re o 1 Wo’ iu .s5 o| ' CU3 ;- Xi 5 ® go £m T!! • coz flj . re re ' rt ‘=’ re ® . .Q . o c S ' re 3 BO X . ■ Wc • ' f ' .w y ' W k-N ! re u . ; . ' O ■ : ?0 t ‘ C q; , 7 c o I? «ld 8

Page 12 text:

Qn iAatun Heaven is not reached at a single bound; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit, round by round. I count this thing to be grandly true: That a noble deed is a step towards God ,— Lifting the soul from the common clod To a purer air and a broader view. We rise by the things that are under feet; By what we have mastered of good and gain; By the pride deposed and the passion slain. And the vanquished ills that we hourly meet. We hope, we aspire, we resolve, we trust. When the morning calls us to life and light, But our hearts grow weary, and, ere the night. Our lives are trailing the sordid dust. We hope, we resolve, we aspire, we pray. And we think that we mount the air on wings Beyond the recall of sensual things. While our feet still cling to the heavy clay. Wings for the angels, but feet for m.en! We may borrow the wings to find the way — We may hope, and resolve, and aspire, and pray But our feet must rise, or we fall again. Only in dreams is a ladder thrown From the weary earth to the sapphire walls; But the dreams depart, and the vision falls. And the sleeper wakes on his pillow of stone. Heaven is not reached at a single bound; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies. And we mount to its summit, round by round. J. G. Holland.