Wilson Memorial Hospital School of Nursing - Lamp Yearbook (Johnson City, NY)

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THERE IS NO LIMIT 'ro THE PROMISE OF THE FUTUREL' 40 Do t 1 Q gg ffl W lj, -+-+-5 W as N I xx w V ii, '1 Page Fifty-four

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BREv1'rY IS THE soUL OF WIT,, 90 HUMOR VV True- Mabel, why don't you let your hair grow out? Van- Because I prefer my Bob. Tracey- Something is preying on my mind. Hiney- Don't worry. It will soon starve. Blanche- Fm telling you, Mrs. Rew, that Cohen baby has been brag- ging about his operation again. Doctor- Madam, what you need is a little sun and airf' fson and heirj . Patient- Oh, doctor, is that a proposal? What does your uniform stand for, young man?,, Why, I'm a naval surgeon. Goodness, how you doctors specialize nowadays. We hear, according to Walter Winchell, that Dr. Wharton is suffering from high blonde pressureg also that Dr. Crosier has taken up crooning to make his anesthetic more pleasant. Andy's refrain: Life is just one Custard after another. Miss Pendorf- Have you seen my new dress before? Miss Pitcher- Yes, and behind, too. Miss Barnes- The diabetics will have am. QAmericanj cheese for sup- per. Miss McKernan- A. M. cheese at night?', Nurse's idea of economy: Twins. Page Fifty-three

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HTOO MANY WASTE STEAM STANDING STILLU Db CLASSPOEM IN PARTING T At that age, when we, half matured Chose the path our wayward feet would trod, Young, expectant, aspiring, seeking, Trusting much in life, and more in God 5 We, when now we feel we're grown, Turn to this as to a new world g Brought our brains, our brawn, and energy And laid it in your hands to shape and mould. Through these short years of joyful toil, You guided us, our minds, our hearts, and ways, Filled us with a burning love of progress, Showed us how much the copper and the silver weighs, Taught us to choose between the false things and the true, To have ideals, and strive to keep the goal, To seek, to hope, to ever climb o.n skyward, And span the evils that would soil our soul. We, for whom now your task is finished Can only bow our heads in -reverence and say, We hope we ne'er betray the trust you gave us And hope we'll make you proud of us some day. TURSULA KAY VAN PATTEN '3 2. V V CLASS SONG fTune, Ah! Sweet Mystery of Lifenj Ah! Dear school of ours, there comes the time of parting, When each one of us -must leave thy open door. When away from thee we find our paths are leading, We'll cherish thee, in memory forever more. Those short days with thee seem scarcely to have ended, We can hardly think that we must really go. Will you then remember us, and bless us? For we will always miss you, that you know. -URSULA KAY V'AN PATTEN '32, Page Fifty-five