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

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an irresistible charm? The Nurse She walks at night down halls Still and dark And there within her bosom is the spark That gives her gentleness to ease away the pain Or help some suffering soul new strength to gain. She walksg her steps are soft, her eyes are keen, No burning light is ever left unseen, No voice utters unheard tones ere low, She hears and promptly heeds the call of woe. She walks with tenderness and grace, And ever present is a smile upon her face Which helps suffering men regain New courage they have lost through pain. She walks with one sincere desire, That to kindle within each heart a fire To fight and burn despite the growing length Until it safely reaches health and strength. She walksg within her heart there is a prayer That she may justly every burden share And ease each pain within her feeble grasp. God, give her courage to fulfill her task. EMILY Ross. 28 CADET DORIS MAY WINDHAM Wilmington N C t'Behind cool blue eyes and underneath blond hazr lzes Blue iris . starched linen . warm inner sunshine

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-,QWMWVW wifi' WMV if WW HELEN FRANCES ROGERS Rocky Point, N. C. Silence is the surest sign of capability. Reserved . . . unassuming . . . genuine. CADET SHELLIE MARIE SPIVEY Shallotte, N. C. Rugged individualism combined with a passion for ad- venture. English tweed . . . pungent wit . . . artistic individuality CADET FRANCES MADGE WELLS Wallace, N. C. Conscientious and sincere in honest endeavor. Good natured . . . Willing . . . dancing. 27

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CIGSS Water GB The beginning and the end. How often these forces clench in a death struggle, while we, looking back eagerly, feel ahead for the new. The unattained lies out there waiting, ambition's deep disturbing voice is calling, so quickly, join hands and let us skip through the past three years again. In 1943, we entered these portals, each with his own purpose in mind, but we all had a lot of questions in common. Why does everyone stare at us with that I know better gleam in his eye and why do we go to lunch at 12:30 instead of 12:20? At last we were settled enough to begin classes. By this time we were pretty good at playing Jack-in-the-pulpit. Beautiful ethics, for a hundred years nurses had fought for the things we stood up for. No matter how dim our memory grows, we shall never forget the shining red head of Miss Yount who was always willing to help us, nor Miss Stephens, who taught us every bone in our body, not to mention the movies she arranged at which Miss Coleman oft drifted into the realms of unconsciousness. That year we elected our class officers who are still serving today. Miss Allison, our president, has served diligently and helped us in every way to attain the things the class most desired. Miss Beall and Dr. Koonce were elected sponsors. The beauty of these first meetings was that when we voted, it was always unanimously. The thrill of getting a cap . . . you never know it but once. At last we felt that something had been accomplished land it hadh. As Freshmen, we organized our class, planned a Parent's Guild with which to begin our treasury. These were the days we learned most on the floors and our backs began to unbend from the load of books we heretofore carried. As for our Junior year, it was eventful and long. There was the night sparkling with fun and laughter when we entertained the upper classmen at the annual Junior-Senior banquet and dance. Another event of the year was the beach party our sponsors gave, which makes us reflect that crabbing can be very interesting. So long 1944, you were a product of much hard work and much hard play. Then, Joy, Shipmate, Joy! Seniors at last! We each received a black band and with it came the sober realization that we must set another goal, a goal to extract every scrap of knowledge that would help us in the future we planned. It was during the last few months that the 'Lbull sessions fell fast and furious. During the wee hours of the morningjwe sat pouring over our philosophy of life. In general, half of us were restricted for being up the night before. At a class meeting May 15, 1945, our president dropped the bomb that was to ground us all. We had an annual to edit and the treasury almost registered zero. We did odd jobs, sold everything within our reach, and for the first time were allowed to have ads in our book. The finished product was compensation enough for our efforts. In parting, may we express our gratitude and appreciation to our doctors, whose kindness and interest has done so much to help us on our way. Adieu, Alma Mater, it was a fair bargain. We gave all and gained all. P. MULLINS, Historian. 29