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

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ipifbge I pledge myself to a life of personal purity and womanly dignity and to the maintenance of the high standards of my profession. I pledge unswerving loyalty to the best traditions of my Alma Mater, and I promise never to take or administer harmful drugs or to become a guilty party to any criminal attempt upon human life. I pledge perfect fidelity and conscientious obedience to the directions and instructions of the physician or surgeon under whom I am serving and I will devote myself conscientiously, painstakingly and wholeheartedly to the care of the patients whose very lives are committed to my care. Lastly, I pledge myself to keep sacred and inviolable whatever matters of an intimate nature may come to my knowledge in the home where I o.m called to seri’e. 13

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ale T ODAY is probably one of the greatest days of our lives. For three years we have been looking forward to the time when our training would be completed and we, as students from St. Boniface Hospital would take our place as graduates, side by side with other members of the Nursing Profession who have passed this way before us. It is impossible to express our feelings in words for they are of an indescribable nature, consisting of surges of joy and pride, pangs of loneliness, and a sense of fear and uncertainty as to what the future may hold for us. We rejoice to have attained sufficient knowledge of nursing to permit us to select some special field of endeavour. We will con¬ tinue our education through experience and post graduate study, that we may increase our quality of service to suffering humanity. From today forward, there are a number of our classmates whom we will probably never see again, and it is undoubtedly this which adds a touch of sadness to our day of achievement. By three years of constant association in work and recreation, we have built up strong friendships which are hard to relinquish. As each member of class embarks on a different route a feeling of loneliness overwhelms us and we are tempted to look back over those ex¬ periences we have had which, though difficult at times, were, nevertheless, very interesting and wonderful. Let us not, however, spend much time on the past. Life is too short to stand by and accomplish comparatively nothing. It is up to each and every one of us to work for some goal, to aim high to aspire to the fondest dreams our parents ever had for us. We must give the others the best there is in us. Only in this way may we find the satisfaction for Which we all strive, and prove by our actions that we are worthy of the task entrusted to us. It is with simplicity and sincerity that we, individually wish to thank the Reverend Sisters, Doctors, Instructors and Graduates for their assistance and helpful guidance. We only hope that we will not fail to live up to the standards they have set to guide us in this great vocation. A simple “thank you” seems inadequate, somehow, but as we pass from here to unwind the future, we will continue to say “thank you for all you have shown us and given us in our pa ss¬ ing,” and in a unanimous voice we will echo our motto “Estote Fideles”. Bessie VERMEERSCH.

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ELIZABETH DEWAR, Selkirk, Man. Sunny smiles, Winning ways, When we see Bette It’s “Happy day!” DOROTHY HURLE, Brandon, Man. She looks at you in that special way And always has something of interest to say She’s full of spice and lots of fun Who keeps hearts moving on the run. BARBARA McPHERSON, Winnipeg, Man. McPherson is a jolly girl As clever as can be. Nursing is not her final goal, She wants to be an M.D. BERTHA LOWEN, Norwood, Man. Lowen has a little lamp A well learned lamp no doubt, And every time that sister comes, The little lamp goes out. SHEILA MARTIN, Winnipeg, Man. “Look” yawns this sleepy head. “You should have pulled me out of bed And leaned me up against the wall, Instead of just that little call.” BERNICE PARRISH, Winnipeg, Man. Even when she has a cold We joy to hear her speak, For uords of wisdom from her fall, In spite of croak or squeak. BETH MCDONALD, Rossburn, Man. An attractive girl, a friendly miss. Everyone will agree with this. Not a thing does this girl lack, Yes indeed that’s our friend Mac. MARGARET OLSEN, Pennant, Sask. Sfhe looked down Youville hall one night And saw a very pretty sight, And to her friends that she did meet, “There’s flowers growing on that street.”