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

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be graduate une Glorious, radiant, she stands arrayed in white, Elated, that her days of drudgery are past, Deftly ininistering to the needy, an angel of light, Rejoicing now, that in this mould her life was cast. Unhesitatingly, calling upon that fund of knowledge gleaned By those days of seeming hardship, toil, and pain, The hope of the future, the only staii' on which she leaned precept upon precept, arose a structure, to be her lasting gain. A structure built, not only of things learned at class Out of hooks and charts, held before the eyes, But duty, conscientiousness, and character, these do not pass Out of existencef-indeed they are the priceless prize. -B URTON. II47

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46 I .ff Omge Silence. The peculiar hush before the storm. The great sad ruin of the Parthenon lay brooding. The lesser temples seemed to shiver with human awe at the approaching tempest. Down over Lykabetis it came roaring, the mighty blasts o-f wind and rain blotting out all before it. Darkness turned the golden columns to black streaks against the wracked and twisted clouds. Thunder seemed to shake the very foundations. Streaks of light- ning forked down to earth, giving the temple moments of un- earthly light. Each moment seemed the last. Noise, hideous noise, filled everything. Crashing of thunder, roaring of Wind, beating of rain, and then all the world afire. The last wrecking of this earthly home of Athena came thru thunderbolts. The columns shivered in awakening memory. Gasp- ing, the human beings who had braved this holocaust, bent against the might of the wind. Drenched, blown, torn, they waited. Gradually the tempest abated. The crashing and roaring died to distant mutterings. Clouds still rolled swiftly over, but grew lighter as they went, and, far out over the bay of Salamis, burned in riotous banks of colors. The sun itself broke through to bathe the drenched columns in a golden light and to mirror them in the pools of liquid sunshine on the marble floor. The air sparklecl, its freshness as heady and exhilirating as wine. The majestic ruin seemed to regain its glori- ous past. The peace and the beauty of it, hurt in its intensity. Slowlythe sun sank. The rellecting rays cast deeper and deeper shadows within the temple walls. Gold changed to violet, to purple, and Hnally sank into the shades of night. Old Lyky still glowed with the final shafts until they too, sank into darkness. Darkness over all. Silence. T. B.

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48 be Unkzhcley! Gu! 0 f eff!! I l1ate the smell of iodine, I loathe tl1e name M, D, And little chills run dow11 my spine W'hen doctors' eyes gaze into mine, Or surgeons poke at n1e. From out the clutch, O Lord of such, Deliver me, I pray! It's 11ot the things tl1ey cut from you- But the bills you have to pay. A blood test fills n1e with alarm, And syn1pton1s I abhor. It may not do 111e any l1arn1 To stick a needle i11 my arm, But IICVCI' anymore! You never know l1ow far they'll go, If once they get their wayg It's not the things they cut from you- But the hills you have to pay. just once I'd like to do11 their clothes And try 111y latent skill Upon a hatch of medieos, All etherized a11d laid i11 rows, VVitl1 saw or knife or drill. You think my knives would take their lives? Ah, 11o! Not one, I say. It's not the things I'd cut from them- But the hills they'd l1ave to pay. Witl1 apologies to Kipling.