Copied from the program for the Class Day Exercises of the Ann May Memorial Hospital Spring Lake Thursday, May Fourteenth Nineteen Fourteen CLASS POEM We love it, we love it! And who shall say One cruel word about our "Ann May" For two long yeard in its stately halls We've had spells of the laughs, and spells of the bawls, Hours of work, and moments of play, But still we adore it "Old Ann May." During class-room hours we hovered near The lecturing Dr.'s with open ear; To grasp the methods, they did give, How to help people die, and help them to live, How to be patient, faithful, and kind, Regardless our feeling or frame of mind. Often at night, when our work was o'er We would sofly steal by Miss Leggat's door, With quivering breath, and steps so slow, Till we safely arrived at the diet below. Then the old coffee pot, and the toaster too! In double quick time appeared in view "All Hail," to our superintendent so grand How we all envy that minister man; She knew oft, we returned from the Banquet Hall, Leaving the fish, fried mush and all. And we learnt how much the heart could bear, When we were squelched so often by the hoursekeeper there. 'Tis past, 'tis past! But we'll try every day To be loyal nurses to "Our Ann May:" 'Tis bound by a thousand bands to our heart, Not a tie will we break, or a link will we part. Would you know the reason -- of this great day? 'Tis the 1914 Graduation in "Dear Ann May." ESTHER M. POPP