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

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little taller than I am and has brown eyes. There is only one thing that he loves better than me and that is fishing! How is it that we got together what with him living so many years in so many far away places and me living practically as many years and always being in some other places? That is the kind of stuff books are made of and I haven’t had time to write the book yet. Could be that when I have no more test papers to mark and no more Year Book contributions to write, when I am keeping house in Memphis, Tennessee, and have the menus all planned (I will have to learn ways to cook fish—where is my friend Skremetka?) and the house all home-like and the garden all flourishing, that I will have some free afternoons to write a book. As I understand it the wisest course is to write a book about things you know, so any book I wrote would have to be about Kildonan and the University of Manitoba and Brooklyn and Chicago and the Winnipeg General and St. Boniface and being in love. You won’t have to read the book because the first part you have heard all about often and the last, you would be much better to try for yourselves. I am putting in an order to have the Year Book sent to me till at least 1950 so I can graduate everybody that is here now. My very best wishes go with this year’s graduates and all the graduates in the making. Sincerely, GRACE SPICE. G Q AS SEEN BY A PATIENT A hospital is a collection of corridors and stairs supported by slippery floors and contributions. A ward is a room attached to a corridor. It contains nurses, beds, patients and fresh air in large quantities. A bed has longitude but no latitude. Its real duty is to beautify the ward. To disarrange a bed is a criminal offence. It is a far, far better thing to have a tidy bed than to be comfortable. A patient is the victim of circumstances—-a conspiracy between doctors and hospital authorities. After he has bided awhile—he realizes why he is called a patient. A nurse is essential for the proper running of the ward. Her chief duty is to watch patients in order to wake them when asleep. The medicine cupboard contains brandy and castor oil—tremendous quantities of each are used. The brandy is used to camouflage the castor oil and it is also used as a restorative when patients feel faint! Patients are never allowed to feel faint! Night commences when blinds are pulled down; day commences when the night nurses have finished their midnight meal. Old patients sleep in the daytime—it is quieter. Lockers are a hospital version of dining room sideboards always placed so that a patient cannot get at them, and really pro¬ vided to gratify the nurses’ curiosity. Lockers do not lock. 24

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Beckman and Stewart Are always together, Sleeping in class, They’re birds of a feather When Clark went to Langevin Things started flying, She couldn’t do right So she gave up trying Elliot our president Is one of the best. She’s out there in front— Ahead of the rest. Dieting is Funkies aim! But no matter her size She’s always the same. Enns and Janzen, Two good pals— Altho’ they are quiet— They are both swell gals. Shirley Johnson— Called “Johnny” for short— Laughing and joking, She’s sure a good sport. Rubie Jory, who worries so much, Is one girl who is seldom Ever in dutch. Gaining is Lendrum’s worry, Every new pound Gives her a flurry. If you ever want Mitchell Really sad! Just call her Emma Then run li ke mad. She’s always late, Our Velma Miles, But she can win you With one of her smiles. Penner’s not finished, But her uniforms are, For patching and mending She’ll not get a star. She may be little, She may be small, But Aggie O’Keefe Is the best of them all! When Lipkas voice Reaches up to high “C” You know the bath water’s As hot as can be. Then poor Margaret Kane On Sacred Heart nights When the punches went wrong, She had some bad frights. Who’s that cackling in class? Carsons caught the joke at last. Off of the wards As quick as a bat, Wilcock hits Gay’s in 5 minutes flat. Like the Mounties, Button’s got her man, Hope everything works out. According to plan. Wherever she goes, Whether near or far, Luba Golds personality Shines like a star! The mop stands idle Against the wall, As the dust over— Turnbull’s room doth fall Hey! There goes my buzzer. We hear “Toni’ scream, And then she floats by As if in a dream. The sounds that come from The bathtub alone, Are enough to assure us Houston is home Then Baker is telling Of her cleaning spree? Aha! Here comes Baxter, In our listening ears, There isn’t a doubt. A sweet little smile Is seen moving our way That’s Boucher; Its sure to be seen all day. A wave and a laugh From Bludoff the sport, When we see this We know the Navy hit port. Now Corniat’s here With her favorite phrase, “Do you think we will pass?” We’ll hear it always. Our Vicki Dolinski, So quiet and refined, Can be just oodles of fun When she makes up her mind. If there’s one empty desk When roll call is through, That’s Donald—she’ll make it With no hullabaloo. Here’s Drysdale now, Her hair with its curls, With envy and awe Simply puts us in whirls. If it’s cokes you’ll be liking, Then go to Pat Scott, For she’s going to Gay’s Just as likely as not. Rae Ford is the beauty Of our part of the school, When she walks in a room Patients sit up and drool. When Emily Zanyk’s laugh Becomes louder, We all know her last flame Has taken a powder. On third finger left hand “Guppy” flashes a “Rock,” In two years from now She’ll be darning a sock. Hear that snoring in class? That’s Pearl Gold for sure, But for that poor girl We have not found a cure. Prevost thinks studying’s A thing of the past. So she doesn’t bother With that little task. Hello! Here comes Washy, So trim and so neat, The marks that she gets Are sure hard to beat. Whenever you see Martin, Kozak’s there too, Even on nights These friends stick like glue. We wonder how Kennedy Slept Sunday night, When she knew that on Monday The O.R. was her plight. The clicking of needles Is heard down the hall, To Nivon a sweater’s “Just nothing at all.” What a glow! What a light! Surrounds Rose Mary Glynn, Now our guess is— “The American Navy is in.” Tall, dark and handsome, In bellbottom’s too, When Gleeson knits him a sweater, She never gets through. Next comes the two Thompson’s, Both Esther and June, A laugh and a giggle Is their favorite tune. Now Laura Smits Will live in fame, For “Putt Putt” Is her other name. Our cute Alma Janeski Brings up the rear, But it’s not her right place For she’s never here. This ends our saga— A tres mournful tale— Don’t tell anyone, but . . . This is for sale. -THE “THREE THIRD FLOOR BRAINS”