James Walker Memorial Hospital School of Nursing - Epitome Yearbook (Wilmington, NC)

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Class Poem Career and Retrospect As I sat alone in my study tonight By faint rays of candle light Watching their shadows reflect on the wall, Slowly I began to recall Each day as a student nurse we spent And to each of us how much they meant. Days of joy, days of tears All summed up in three short years, Momentous events like capping exercise, We had toiled long for this treasured prize, Sweated through Anatomy, History and Nutrition To find we had finished but the first edition. With the donning of caps our tasks in- creased, And minor worries immediately ceased. Now time was divided between work on the floors, Daily classes and routine chores. So we took our places by the others sides, And did our work with dignity and pride. Now as Freshmen we did elect Our class sponsors with deep respect, Dr. Donald B. Koonce and Miss Martha Beall. Now more than ever we sincerely feel That without their constant strengthening guidance We'd have struggled along with less con- fidence. Our sponsors were ever gracious and helpful, To them we are more than grateful, For now and then a great deviation Which increased our courage and renewed inspiration, Thus making us grow in our profession To be a success our greatest obsession. What a whole year's gone by! My how swiftly time does fly! So meekly now we took our stand While to each was given a small black band. And we pinned them on with all the ad- miration As others who've earned such a treasured possession. Now as Juniors we took our places, Needless to say with smiling faces, Happy to have a year behind us, Proud to have our friends remind us That we as others were acomplishing our task And their desire was to have it last. Class time again! How could we tell? New student faces always spell That summer is over, back to work we go, For minds as bodies must also grow. So we learned more of why people are ill, But most important how to get them well. We Seniors! How could that be! Yet each girl could plainly see As she extended a trembling hand, In it was placed a wide black band, Thus signifying two years were complete, And I'm afraid adding a little conceit. Now looking back over student days Weld like to express in a simple phrase Our gratitude to each of you Who so faithfully saw us through, Helping us greatly with patience and grace To fulfill in life a worthy place. U EMILY ROSS.

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THROUGH OUR THREE YEARS A class must be individualized and choose leaders to distribute the philosophy of team- Work and to Weave strong principles into the group. One of our first leaders was Miss Eleanor Stephens. She was chosen unanimously by the class as Godmother. Although she isn't here now, We often feel her influence in moulding our thoughts and feelings. As sponsors of our class, Miss Martha Beall and Dr. Donald B. Koonce have Won a high place in the hearts of the nineteen of us. They have shown immeasurable interest in us and an oversupply of patience and tolerance in help- ing with problems. MISS ELEANOR STEPHENS, R Godmothe1 ' MISS MARTHA E. BEALL, R.N. DONALD B. KOONCE, M.D., F.A.C.S, Highsmith Hospital University of North Carolina, A.B. Fayetteville, N. C. University of Pennsylvania, M.D. Episcopal Eye. Ear, and Throat Hospital, Member Credited American Board of Surgeons Washington, D. C. .N