St Lukes Hospital School of Nursing - Blu Chambray Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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he uifizcgelf fUzQrz'z'5 l will tell to you a story, I'-low, when lights are burning low, Shining angels earthwarcl winging, l'ay their visits here below. One of them with smiling Visage, Brings a tiny gift from Heaven, .Ns she whispers to the motherg Unto you a son is given. Then unto some waiting father, Lo, 'I bring to you great joy- For you have a brown-eyed daughter. And likewise, a blue-eyed boy. But sometimes amid the shadows. Comes a graver spirit then, Bearing 'neath his wings no present To rejoice the hearts of men. But into the room it glicleth- Scarcely has the gift been given, Ere he bears the shining Cherub XVith its mother, back to Heaven. So, amid the clusky shadows, Wfhen the lights are burning lowg Radiant messengers from Heaven Blake their journeys to and fro. One brings life in all its fulness. XVith its joyousness and mirth: :Xml the other, life immortal Ancl a promise of rebirth. Num. STONER. i441

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Miss ROEELL, bequeathes her wonderful voice and jasmine pyjamas to Miss Sutrov. Her card table and decorated fizz bottle to Miss Ross. Miss T'TAGGERTY, has recently acquired a fellar with a Rolls-Royce, so she gen- erously leaves her horse and buggy to Miss Burnham. Miss STONER, most desirous of maintaining school dignity bequeaths her poise and charming personality to Miss VVilliams. Her seat at the organ to Miss Darnell. Miss LORRAINE SCHNEIDER, now openly confesses owning a most expensive and marvellous affair, a collapsible smoking outfit. This she leaves to the girl who has Worn her way the most on to the roof after dark. Miss HOLMES, leaves her set of eitquette rules and all other possessions includ- ing her 'art strings to Miss Rossi. Miss FLORENCE SCHNEIDER, has decided to become the innocent open-eyed demure maiden once again. She finds her long jade earrings a drawback to this effect, so she has offered them to our future vampire, Miss Bonnie Harrington. Her skunk coat and chow-chow dog purse to Miss Chang. Miss CUMlN'IINGS4, finds she has very little to leave to anyone, but so as not to be different she raked around her upper story and found some antler-horns. These she leaves to Miss Taplin, who will, no doubt, find them useful in the near future. Her 'glad eye' to Miss Dierke, who is a collector of charms. Miss SEXTON, is through, through with the whole bally lot, but ah! one thing she Worked for and earned, her Night Duty Diploma. This she feels sure will be valued by Miss Townsend, as a cherished possession. Miss COOKE, our worldly deceiver, she with the innocent face and gay under- world habits, has calmly bequeathed her two silver cocktail shakers and set of wine glasses to Miss Herzog. Mlss Foixrz, desires Miss Leonard to accept her hula-hula skirt, cause then there will be no need to put a tuck in it. Her Diet Kitchen ability she leaves to Miss Heintz who contemplates running a soup kitchen one day in the future. Miss XMI-IITE, leaves her royal blue and gold roadster and her weekly package of gum-drops to Miss Palmer. - Miss OSKEY, will no longer want to sit and catch bnllheads as she received an aeroplane for a graduation present from an ardent admirer, so all her fishing tackle she hands over to Miss Grace Fleutsch. All the graduating students have worked together so that all the H P01115 C no male I-leads included in this presentj, have been bequeathed a dress length of sheeny material made out of tears and smiles woven during the last twenty-eight months. All the other Heads Cmale of coursej, will benefit by a suit of rough material, made out of indrawn breaths. whimpers and thrills, also presented as a last gift by the graduates. The news contained in this statement guaranteed to be perfectly 'to flu' line By VIOLET COOKIE. l 43 l

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he Qgfafplilidl Y-30rter'5 seamen! FOUNTAIN pen may be a blessing, but to some it sure is a curse, for when it don't How then certain things happen, which couldn't be very much worse. For they grab the thing hy the middle, it won't write- confound it-and theng their arm flies up and down very rapid, much like the wings of a hen. Some say they do it on purpose, but I don't believe that they think, when they spray Chartroom floors with a half pint or more of the fastest black kind of ink. 'Course Barkeeper's friend and a1111nonia water scours it off, but I do think they'd ought'er be more careful cause 'taint no fun to get down and scour like a Son-of-a- Gun. I Men can wear brogans that are full of holes, but the girls must have niftier shoes, so the most of them have the white kind on, but-OI-I l why do they always choose when they go to the store, where there's a million or more, the ones with the rubber soles? The Bard wrote the song called The Long Lost Trail. I found it the other day, from the utility room door Chad just mopped the hall floorj, it wended its crooked way. It wound in and out, around and about. I followed it high and low, when it started to roam, toward the Nurses' Home, I thought of my poor old friend Joe. For to enter their lairs they must climb those stairs and leave black tracks C no matter whosej clear to the top. OH l VV hat's the use to mop when the girls wear rubber soled shoes? Both kinds of pans have bottoms, that's to keep the wet inside, so what's the use, and where's the excuse, many times it has been tried, to carry these pans hanging down, the drops sure drip on the floor. Then those rubber-shod feet, make a place that was neat, look like Heck 'til we mop once more. The trash can lid is to keep trash hid and there sure is nothing cute, when you Come with more dirt, your feelings are hurt, your temper is riled, and you feel hard boiled, for you find on the lid of that can there is piled soiled linen that goes down the chute. The patients are lying upon their backs. they think the is upg a friend brings in a big bouquet, with stems on it like a bunch of hay, the patient is cheered, but. OH! we say, Can you balance a tree in a cup ? Nurse gets a vase that's much too small and every minute it's due for a fallg then it does happen and as sure as fate, it never does 'til it's awful late. That vase up- sets and makes big slops, after you have put away your mops, and are ready to start for the dining room, where they feed you on taters and gravy and meat, and other things that are good to eat. But you must get out your tools, say nothing at all. but mop up that water spilled in your hall. In the great hereafter which we all must meet, and take What's coming to us, the porter has hopes he'll be ushered in, away from all earthly clamor and din: where tracks and pans and cans and vases, do not exist, and as he chases around that heavenly haven of rest, he hopes he always will be hlest with joys so big he won't want to cuss. BURTON. l45l