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

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Gomummaztzbn VV hen I have come to three score years and ten And looking backward see the trail I've blazed Through jungle thick with shrub and low-hung Then may I say that I have known it all, That I have drunk the cup of wretchedness Nor faltered at humiliation's dregs, That I triumphant honor have enslaved And in inebriating victory Have pitched so high the song of conqueror That its refrain may cheer my comrades on As close behind, they battle in the swamp, That I have run the gauntlet of experience, That I have dared to be myselt alone Nor even copied after those I love, That I have toiled about propinquity's morass And the companions of my heart are those VV hom I have chosen undisturbed by Fate 'W ho ambush lays of unrelated folk About each heart to suck its life-blood out. -A G N its bl Your lips are no more sweet to meg Your kisses are as brine, For in the temple of my heart I've raised another shrine. vine, oNEs. Your pale grey eyes are tear-filled now, Your silver laughter's fled, For golden flame of new born love Consumes your ragged shred. -Animas -Tomas. ll43

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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

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lze Toim' 0fcUz'efw PI'CIllL1C Did you ever hear tell of the three blind men. an elephant they went to see. one grasped a leg, then said, I beg to announce he's much like a tree. One placed his hands on the elephants side, the beast was stately and tall, he said to his friend, An argument we'll end, the elephants much like a wall. The third found his tail, as he traveled around, his hands outstretched to grope, and he shouted in glee, Oh, listen to rue, the elephants just like a rope! Each one insisted that he was right, that he was the one who knew. A sage came along, said, You're all of you wrong for IT'S ALL IN THE POINT OF VIEVV. You may often have thought-if you thought at all-when a hospital you passed by, that there was a place, one must hold the ace or one could expect to die. Then, one clay when you attempted to cross the street, a certain auto you tried to beat, knocked you down, it was your error and in bed you awoke, filled with terror, still, some come here with nothing the matter and for no other purpose than to pipe their clatter. They pull off their clothes and crawl into bed, while the white-capped nurse props up their head. and cheerfully brings them food and drink, while they lie there and brood and think. How they get a kick out of lying here, you can't understand, yet, they have no fear. They take great interest in what others do, the kick must be IN TI-I E POINT OF VIEVXW' But as for you-you feel incandescent from taking X-Rays. You are told, They will pronounce you convalescent after many, many days, but-until that time they will put you through the ,little old third degree, yet, how they think up all the things they do, you really cannot see. First, they puncture you in the ear claiming It will do no harm, then comes another saying, Have no fear, and jabs a needle into your arm. Vlfhile you are groggy from their dope, they seem a motley crew and how they can expect you to have any hope. IS ALL IN THE POINT OF VIEVXV' Then come the Doctors, two or more, you are clopey and cannot protest. They gouge you in every spot that's sore, to hurt you they do their best. VVhile they are working they do as they please. of their art they show they are master and you find a long stick between your knees. as you're held in a vise made of plaster. You come out of your trance and ask a nurse why you're enibalmed just like a mummy. You know your condition could not be worse, while she smiles and gets very chummy. She tells you, You are in a plaster cast. It hurts like a new shoe. How can she be so cheerful, when you're held so fast? IT'S ALL IN THE POINT OF VIEVV. The first night seems as a thousand years, as you lie there racked with pain, and try to suppress the bitter tears while you think of your neighbor again. ll44ll