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

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Z-all C1055 Troplzegf Full Hfteen years had passed away lNhen in nineteen forty, a poster gay i Caught my eye with this motto: HCOITIE into this grotto If you'd know what your friends do today. VVithin I seem lost in a fog, And I know that my brain's slipped a cog, For wherever I turn Old friends I discern As thick as bugs under a log. Kate I-Ierzog I see in a church For she's left all her friends in the lurchg She's dressed as a nung Not the only one, I recognize Moore in my search. Dierke's in an executive chairg For politics she shows a iiairg She directs the state In matters of weight 3 Her assistant is Heintz. VVhat a lair! J There's Chang in her native sunland. XVho is it she holds by the hand? Of course it is Ing, For their friendsbip's a thing That forever and ever will stand. And Furlong and Lanfear are hereg They work in the highest of gear g They publish the sheet That is known as the f'Skeet So sharp is the sting in its sneer. I-Iere are Cummings and Common in bliss: They both have been snared by a kissg And now they put Missis'l To stand for those kisses They formerly had, but now miss. 5

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n Helm Sclzce F1 HELEN SCHEE Wearing all that weight of learning lightly like a flower. FAE FOWLER Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are. EDNA MARTIN Her modest looks the cottage might f JIU in iv Fowler El'l,IlUgl'll1l'lllL ALICE ARKANSTALL Not much talk-ei great sweet silence ROSALIE ROSSI . Her air, her manners-all who saw ad mired. EDITH MILLS A rosebud set with little willful thorns And sweet as English air could nmke her, she. MARGUERITE HOBBS Smooth runs the water where the brofmk adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps the thornef' is deep. ff fl 1 ' Yuri E 1 1 if I ij! 1 i 1,3 fig. E1 , e ' A v i A-TILE - 1 if l - ' Ei--Q.ff5 Yi im. U . l j. .Q . 1 Alice Arlemistall Rosalie Rossi Erlilh Mills llfill Margzwrilc Hobbs

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ll6ll Mary Sales on the Orpheum stageg They say she's become quite the rageg Her partners M. Jonesg How they both shake their bones For publicity on the front page. Ross and Pluym have a tearoom in France There all the elite come to clanceg Madame Kellar is there XVith Mackenzie I'll swear. Their appearance throws me in a trance. The Fleutches to farmers are weclg XVith Fowler as neighbor 'tis said. '.lTl1CY'1'C exceedingly jolly ln spite of their folly. They're joyous, the lives that they've led. Thorne's a commercial artist of fame. On magazine covers, her name ln italics is signed And then underlined So that readers will know whom to blame. Scotts running a chic Beauty Shoppeg Her career has been far from a Hopg She's making her millions NVhich may become trillions If the sale of her rouge doesn't stop. Mills and Meyers are patrons of hersg They're strolling in now, in their fursg F or they've hecome rich Through the men they hewitch, Though each still calls herself a trained nurse. But who is that high-pressure salesman VV ho steps up to all patrons and hails lem? 'Tis our friend, Arkinstall, VV ho stands in the hall 3 Wfith Lindsay heside her, she nails 'em.