Warren Hospital School of Nursing - Lamp Yearbook (Warren, PA)

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F 1 Cfihef Lamp ' F 'I ' 6 A Nurses Soliloquy YY Y To wed, or not to wed, that is the question. VVhether ,tis better, after all, to marry and be cajoled and bullied by a husband, or to take up nursing, and slave, alas! To love- to wed - and by the wedding end the struggles and the thousand petty cares that Uslavesl' are heir to -'tis a rare vocation devoutly to be wished for! To love-to wed Mperchance divorce! Aye, therels the rub! For in that dream of bliss what jolts may come when we have cast aside our little tasks must make us wary. There's the sorry tho't that makes so many spinsters hesitate. For who would hear the long, eternal grind, the Drs. joke, the supervisor's contumely, when she may quickly end it all by getting married? , Who would not exchange a sick patient's groans for a kitchenettek- but that the dread of something worse to come after the honeymoon -- that life of chance from whose dark bosom so many have returned by way of Reno- fills us with dismay, and makes us rather bear the jobs we have than fly to evils we know not of? Thus cowardice makes spinsters of so many. - Selected.

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Ninvlef' Compensation By Elsie Janis YV' When my luck seems all out And I'm down in the mouth When Ilm stuck in the North And I want to go South When the world seems a blank W And there's no one I love, And it seems even God's Not in heaven above I've a cure for my grouch And it works like a shot- I just think of the things that I'm glad Ilm not: A bird in a cage A fish in a bowl A pig in a pen A fox in a hole A bear in a pit A wolf in a trap A fowl on a spit A rug on a lap A horse in a stable A cow in a shed A plate on a table The sheet on a bed The case on a pillow A bell on a door A branch on a willow A mat on the floor E VVhen I think of the hundred of things I might be I get down on my knees and thank God that l'm me. Then my blues disappear, when I think what I've got And quite soon I've forgotten the things I have not.