Winnipeg General Hospital School of Nursing - Blue and White Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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jfle m or tes It was just three short years ago when we entered, with knees shaking, that fore¬ boding grey building that was to be our home . We remember how we were greeted and those encouraging smiles. We remember the slow ascent in a very old, well-ventilated ele¬ vator. The first week was full of meeting new friends and helpful words of advice from our 1 big sisters . We cannot forget the work we crammed into six months and the exams which seemed to pelt down upon us. We seemed only to finish this block of classes when more knowledge was waiting for us in Junior Block. Soon however, we made our way out to the wards and to special trainings where each one of us remembers our own cherished memories. Here we met patients, nurses, doctors and all the other personnel we will never forget. Who could forget the first trying experience of being scrubbed in the O.R. or even assisting with a dressing or in starting an I.V? It is these experiences and the personnel who have shaped our lives in the past three years. Each per¬ sonality we met added new memories. Soon we were back to classes again which opened up the new field of Pediatrics, Psychiatry, and Obstetrics. Although these are connected with the General it was good to be back ' ' home ' when we finished them. Senior evenings and nights seemed to fill our last months only to be interrupted by Senior Block. However, life cannot stop here at this level of knowledge and friendship and so now we sa,dly bid a farewell to W. G. H. We recall the memories of residence living and the close companionship of classmates. We recall those 2 a.m. discussions and we cherish each moment. As we descend, eyes brimming with tears, on the new elevator, our knees no doubt will again be shaking. We are leaving our fellow workers and going out into our own spe¬ cial field but we shall remember all we left behind and we sincerely hope you keep a small memory of the class of 62B. L. F. Clayton Compliments of JANZEN BROTHERS 277 Ross Avenue, Winnipeg, Manitoba. 60 BROADWAY FLORISTS 277 Portage Avenue, Polo Park Shoping Centre

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nurse as seen by a jr intern a nurse is one who is a probie no cuffs timid and afraid to speak a nurse is one who is an intermediate with cuffs and or chevron and pin knows all there is to know about nursing specialties a nurse is one who is a senior with sleeves down and or tails out knows all the tricks of medical students engineers and above all else interns a nurse is one who complains of many things chocolate milk but not hot chocolate soup but not fruit juice milk but not tea or coffee also interns big ones small ones lazy ones speedy ones cheery ones sad ones also legible handwriting i I legible handwriting doctor’s orders no doctor’s orders day shift split shift evenings nights not enough days off a nurse is one who calls the intern on private medicine for staff surgery at three am and then at three-fifteen am to see if the patient can have a dulcolax a nurse especially class of sixty-two is one to whom the best wishes for the future for whatever endeavor housewife and mother supervi sor teacher v.o.n. ward nurse special do go out from the interns and residents of sixty-one and sixty- two red brown jr intern 59

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BRATHWAITES LIMITED 429 Portage Avenue Winnipeg, Manitoba. 3 Sm Jf ine-QTfjanfe $ ou There is nothing the matter with me I ' m as healthy as can be I have arthritis in both my knees And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze My pulse is weak and thin, But I ' m awfully well for the shape I’m in. Arch supports I have for my feet. Or I wouldn ' t be able to walk on the street; Sleep is denied me night after night, But every morning I find I ' m all right My mem ' ry is failing, my head ' s in a spin But I ' m awfully well for the shape I ' m in. The moral of this as my tale I unfold That for you and me who are growing old It ' s better to say I ' m fine with a grin Then to let folks know the shape we are in. How do I know my youth is all spent? Well my get up and go has got up and went But I really don ' t mind when I think with a grin. Of all the fine places my get up has been. Old age is Golden, I ' ve heard it said, But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed, With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup My eyes on a table until I get up; E ' re sleep comes o ' er me, I say to myself Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf? When I was young my slippers were red I could kick my heels right over my head When I grew older my slippers were blue But still I could dance the whole night through Now I ' m old, my slippers are black I walk to the store And puff my way back. I get up each morning and dust off my wits Pick up the paper and read the ' obits ' . If my name is still missing I know I ' m not dead. So I get a good breakfast and go back to bed. Anonymous Compliments of INDEPENDENT CREDIT JEWELLERS 493 Notre Dame, Winnipeg, Manitoba. 61