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

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LJTER RY. gm! ww Night and the stars and the song Of the silences gathered round Me here on the rim of the long Night! flowing. The very ground Gives Way to the vibrant hlaclcnessg and My weary aimless feet sink low ln spaces beyond them. My hand W7ould drag from the clarkness the slow And hesitant dawn. Now the day Moves near unfolding the llower Of night. And I come to you. I lay In your hands strength for this natal hour. l give you all the gathered gain Of lovc's Searching the stars and the night Strength you need in that rhythmic pain lVhOse ending is living light! ll4

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Qjhong of the Tr06atz'mzerJ Lend me a hairnet, Pull up my beltg Is my apron too short? In this collar I'll melt. For we're to be capped this morning. I-Iave you got your hypo? And you-and you? I forgot to get one Now what shall I do! For we're to he capped this morning. Now I'm all already And here are the pins To adjust the cap firmly In spite of 1ny sins, For we all will be capped this morning. Tie B7 86Z,6Z.7Zg 73027215 VV hen morning temps are taken And yon're left forlorn, forsaken, Wfith your breakfast going cold. VV hen the undersheet is wrinkled And the top sheet warmly sprinkled From the coffee that you hold And you're wrapped up in a parcel From your neck to metatarsal 'lfhat's the time you'll shout, I've choked on this for half an hour, Then with gathering fury lower, Get that thermometer out !', AGNES JONES. 4Oll

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Qfflolwz OU ask us why weyre homesick for Hawaii-we Island girls-and Why our eyes fill and our throats strongly tighten at the strains of an Island song. You think it odd that We should care so much for a little out of the way place? VVhat do we see when we gaze wistfully over miles of dreary apartment houses, and what do we hear except the rush of traffic on Valencia or perhaps an ambulance siren just outside the court. VVould you like to know? Itls the wind in the palms at VVaikiki, the glint of sun and brown and green on staunch old Diamond Head. The thunder of surf on the white hard sands of Kailua and VVaimea and the rush of wind, the breath taking view out over the Pali. The long winding, twisting coil of perfect cement highway stretching for miles around the Island. The water falls in every valley, and around them in the damp places, sweet smelling pikake, the waxen jasmine fiowers, the spicy white, pink, andyellow ginger blossoms. Little brown babies and brown smiling mammas, a Janese Chinese Hawaiian, U . , 1 , i Fili iino, and a friendlv face on ever street corner- Pehea Ge -how are ou? . . Y At night, the moon, warm, close, friendly, weaving a spell around the beach and the Moana, and the songs of the beach boys-white magic. The same old moon, wise and tolerant in its years of faithfulness, that looked down in love and under- standing on the Old Hawaiians, the Kings of ancient days, now watches over their great grand children-and smiles because, life's the same you know. The wharves, lei Women, gorgeous sweet smelling iiowers, the cries of the 'fwharf rats, brown and nearly naked, small brown boys diving for coins. Then at last the iinal heart breaking strains of Aloha Oe, Diamond Head and Makapuu fading in the distance, and then only the blue of the sun swept skies, and the blue, blue of the rolling Pacific that seems to rise and engulf you in Waves of home- sickness. Oh! if we could only make you see the beauty of our sun kissed, moon drenched land, you would pack up your trunk and as soon as you could, you'd go there and make our aloha land mean Home Sweet Home to you, too. Then you'd understand why Aloha brings tears, and Rasalani a tight aching in our throats when we're away from Hawaii. EDITH BRADLEY. Il42l