St Pauls School of Nursing - Whitecap Yearbook (Saskatoon, Saskatchewan Canada)

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€ A KN E AN D GOLD, RESIDENCE CANDIDS Marie McGrane and her fabulous skates Patrons ' table: Garnet and Gold formal pop cor popper president elect A. Gallays. Sister Quintal speaks to the students. r n

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F x LAUGHTER I always took a long deep breath before entering Room 23 where a convalescing patient complained ceaselessly about everything and everyone. My but you’re looking well today, I said to her one after- If I ani, it ' s a wonder, she retorted. The food here isn ' t fit to eat. It ' s actually poison¬ ous, Doctor. . . and such small servings. My ailing patient had a wife in attendance with a huge but inaccurate medical vocabulary, which she used not only to des¬ cribe his symptoms, but to describe treatment as well. Occasionally, however, she did consult me. I just don ' t know, she once said, with a sigh. I ' ve racked my brain to decide what can be done for for him. Doctor. How effective is an autopsy? Injured — said the driver Inattention — said the cop Inflammation — said the nurse Incurable — said the doctor Incredible — said the mourners Inquest — said the coroner Interred — said the undertaker Income — said the heirs Intestate — said the lawyers Incourt — said the judge Insolvent — said the bailiff Impeach — said the tombstone Indoubt — said St. Peter I have a new baby brother. “Is he going to stay? I think so. He has all his things off. Little boy, it makes me sick -at heart to see you smoking.” Well misses, it seems to catch me more in de stummick. “A good many ladies were disap¬ pointed this afternoon. How was that? “The guest was spoken of as a bridge expert and he turned out to be nothing but a famous en¬ gineer. Tiptoeing down the hospital corridor, I found Dorothy Parker hard at work. Since she had given her address as Bedpan Alley, and represented her¬ self as writing her way out, I was loathe to intrude, but she, being entranced at any interruption, greet¬ ed me from her cot of pain, waved me to a chair, offered me a cigarette, and rang a bell. I wondered if this could possibly be for drinks. No, she said sadly, it is supposed to bring the night nurse, so I ring it whenever I want an hour of uninterrupted privacy. Blessed are the homesick, for they shall go home. Annie Howard Shaw Dear Dad: Gue$$ what I need mo$t of all. That ' S right. Send it along. Be$t wiSheS. Your Sally. Dear Sally-. Nothing much ever happens here. We kNOw you like train¬ ing. Write us aNOther letter ' aNOn. NOw we have to say goodbye. Love Dad.. My family thinks there is something wrong with me, a woman complained to a psy¬ choanalyst, simply because I like buckwheat cakes. But there is nothing wrong about liking buckwheat cakes, the doctor murmured, puzzled. “I like them myself.” Oh, you do? The woman was delighted. You must come up some day, I have seven trunks full. 62