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

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1 special Jfeelinga There is a special feeling, that nothing can surpass It comes when ' ere my heart recalls The memories that hold fast Of things we did together, of fun we shared side by side Of everlasting friendship, that rode upon the tide In trying times the comforting of understanding hearts The deep entwining cords which bind and never ever part When I think of all these things My heart soars up, takes flight on wings For tho ' in miles we ' re far apart We ' re evermore together in the memories of our hearts. B. Wood ' 62B ®fje J2urse A touch of spring, a sunny day The rainbow after storm The silver lining of a cloud All these you gave • and more. Those little smiles, the helpful words A heart that understood The comforting feeling that someone ' s there All these you gave - and more. And when at night in face of fear My friends and hope seemed far The comfort of a gentle hand You gave • could you give more? A Former Patient Compliments of KETCHEN PRINTING COMPANY 1190 Main Street, Winnipeg, Manitoba. 62 SILVERMAN JEWELLERS LIMITED 487 Main Street, Winnipeg, Manitoba.

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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

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€nii of a oab Three years have gone by, three years filled with many moments of laughter, and many moments of tears. We have worked harder in this time than we will perhaps in our lives, and yet looking back, it hasn ' t really seemed like work at all. We have learned much during our basic education, but now we realize it is only the basis for knowledge still to be absorbed. As we work at our profession we see that each day is q textbook and each new patient a lesson to be studied and understood. How many times during these past years have we asked ourselves one minute Why did I ever come in? and in the next moment experience something which made us thank God many times over that we did come in. There have been high spots, and low spots for all of us. We have shared joy with parents at the birth of their first child, and we have stood by a family as they watched the life of a loved one slowly ebb away. Yes, there has been happiness and there has been heartbreak. We have lived together in harmony for the most part of three years sharing everything from hair curlers to clothes. Where else but in a nurses residence would you find four girls playing cards at five a.m., and who but the student nurses would pool their sparse funds to enable a classmate from out of town to spend her days off at home? Who else could make so much noise when someone gets her diamond or consume so much coffee the night before an exam? Yes we have shared everything, our successes and failures, joys and griefs, romances and philosophies, in fact our lives. Thirty-six months looked like a long road that first day we came to this hospital. We were excited but frightened teenagers, stepping from the security of high school into a strange new world. Now, three years later, we look back on that day which seemed like only yesterday and, as we prepare to follow our careers, we experience somewhat the same emo¬ tions, for we are leaving security once again, facing a new larger world outside our own residence and hospital. But this time we leave as young women equipped with confidence and knowledge our education has given. We leave the residence slowly, hearing the echoes of days gone forever and as the door of the school closes behind us we see a group of Pre-clinicals coming toward us. We wish we could tell them of the adventure they have to look forward to but they must find out for themselves. We can only say thank you, to our Mothers and Fathers, to our instruc¬ tors and thank God for helping us to become nurses. Compliments of DALZELL AND POTTS 44 Princess Street, Winnipeg, Manitoba. 63