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

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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.

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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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Now the scene's changed to a big tennis gameg And here, too, are classmates whom I can name There are Drury and I-Iohhsg They're knocking some Iobsg But the style of their game's much the same. An aeroplane lands near the court. Peetz isn't doing the things she was taught. She's an aviatriceg And we'll give her no peace 'Till we know if she's found whom she sought For a fortnight ago, with a tune Martin fiew up to explore the full moon. She's been gone so long That we fear somethings wrong, But 'Peetz tells us she'll be hack here soon. Two public health nurses pass hyg ,Tis Bianci and Rossi, I cry. They both look so sweet And exceedingly neat, As we talk of old times with a sigh. They ask me if I know the height To which Sutrov's risen 'till out of sight. She's starring tomorrow In The Highway of Sorrow g Her name's written on Broadway in light. I-Ier director is Thompson, I hear, In theater circles considered a seer For she knows the crowd And just what's allowed By the Censorship Board to appear. Harrington's considered a savant of noteg Her thesis on the Emotion of the Oat Is considered to he In our history The chief reason why plants have a vote. And the last picture of all that I see Is of Taplin, a child on her knee. She seems quite content Though she lives in a tent, For no quarrel with Fortune has she. N Ao iss jomzs.