Rex Hospital School of Nursing - Nightingale Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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C569 NIGHTINGALE wm1mm W mmmm , . 11:40 asked if I had not met the noted authoress, Miss Constance Rivers. It was now my turn to keep from looking surprised. On further inquiry I found that the book which she had written was on the use of proteid diet in the treatment of anemia, and had been recognized by the public as the leading work in its line. The F.A.C.S. were highly elated, so gratified that they were giving this reception in her honor. Just then there was a stir near the door, and no other than Connie herself appeared, bowing and smiling. Applause after applause greeted her approach. I wanted to stay longer, but suddenly remembered that I was not an invited guest, and found my way out, thinking of how much pleasure Connie must have gotten out of having a use for all her big words and highly exaggerated expressions. The next scene was equally as interesting. I found myself in a school- room, and the teacher was saying, The visiting nurse will now speak to the children. Forty little faces brightened as the nurse arose. I had had so many surprises that I was not at all shocked to see Miss Smith, who was the visiting nurse. Yes, she was my old classmate in the form of a school nurse. Her hair was piled high on her head and she wore a high, stiff collar. I was just in the act of trying to see if she wore a gold band on her third finger when the scene changed again. But surely this was a foreign country. Rich palms swayed gently in the breeze. The houses were queer and the people were more so. I found myself in a church. The music had a foreign note, but I seemed to have heard it somewhere before. Oh, yes, it was Mendelssohn's Wedding March. Of course, I looked for the bride, and there she came-our Cath- erine on the arm of a gentleman, and in Africa! Then, I remembered that she always had wanted to be a missionary. The preacher was calling the names, and I heard him say Verne. In a few minutes it was all over and I was just going to speak to them when someone shook me violently. Wake up there, you sleepy-head! Don't you know that we have a Caesarean posted in thirty minutes, and have been looking for you everywhere? Here is a letter, and you will just have time to read it. I yawned and hastily opened it. To my surprise, it was from Miss Becker, who is touring Europe. She said that she just had to Write and tell me that Miss Marshbanks fshe used to bel and her husband were spending a week with her in Paris. Twenty-one

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C560 NIGHTINC-ALE m W ,D 54 UHJIIIIIUIIIIIW' 1. ,s 0-m people-years that have cost them so many heartaches, throbs, and joys. Yes, about as reasonable as most mortals! Well, we will see what we can do. I will stir the coals on my altar, but you will have to watch closely to catch everything, for a vision is like life-a transient thing which cannot be given again. I quickly rubbed my eyes, though I assure you they did not need to be opened. He stepped, or rather tripped, to an altar on which lay a pile of coals. He stirred them-with what, do you suppose? His foot! I was so surprised that I almost lost what came next. When I looked around for the funny old man he was nowhere to be seen. I was alone and was trem- bling. I quickly remembered what he had said, however, and fixed my eyes on a mist which was slowly rising from the altar. Up and up it rolled until it formed a white, ever-changing cloud of mist a few feet from me. It changed so constantly that I had to strain my eyes to catch what was happening. But were there not moving forms, and a house, too? Yes, a dear little white cottage with green ivy around the curbstones. A young woman came out just as a car drew up in front of the door and greeted Jim and two children in endearing terms. I looked at the face closely and was both pleased and not at all surprised to see that it was our own little Frazier. Oh, how perfectly happy she looked! But the scene was changing, and I seemed at sea. Yes, surely enough at sea, and during a storm. Oh, how thrilling!-at sea in a beautiful white and gold ship! There was a row of white beds, and I realized that these beds held sufering forms. But wonders would never cease, for there bending over one of these very beds was Miss Howard. She was soothing one of the patients, and I heard her say to him, Don't worry, I am the nurse in charge of the ship, and you are safe. I was so happy that I was going to call her, but suddenly she had vanished and another scene caught my eyes. I was in a large assembly room. People greeted each other on all sides, and I noted that the guests were in full evening attire. Everybody seemed so excited, and tried to talk at once. I wanted to hear what an elderly lady with spectacles on her nose was saying, but there was such a hub-bub that I could not hear myself think. Singling out a rather kind- looking old gentleman who looked like a F.A.C.S., I asked him if he could enlighten me as to the entertainment. He checked a surprised look and Twenty

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w i e NIGHTINGALE M. ,sh U-U7 Qhe Q6zfi0rz'an ROM the day we were crowned with our white caps, our hopes were on the goal of seniorhood. Could it be possible that we would one day be seniors, and pin a black band fthe badge of great honorj on our caps? The anticipation was only a minor key to the reality itself. We tried to walk the halls with dignity even if our heads seemed twice their usual size. We were a jolly, fun-loving bunch, but we knew when to work and when to play. We led our class, we assumed responsibility, and so the year-even our last year-sped on as only time can. As Spring approached and it neared commencement, my classmates seemed more a part of me than ever before. Separation stared me in the face. I thought of them individually, I thought of them collectively, and it dawned on me that I would like to give each of my classmates a little remembrance to carry with them and remind them of our days together. And now the question was, what to give them-just what would they appreciate most? There is Miss Rand, our oldest member, who loves pretty clothes and is always worrying over the fig leaves. I think she must have heard somewhere that the hat is the most noticeable part of a lady's attire, for she is always wanting a new hat. If she doesn't have a new one just the right shape and shade, she will invariably borrow one or go bareheaded. One day I was passing the five- and ten-cent store when I saw an adver- tisement which read, Hats all shades and colors, hats which will please the fastidiousf' Of all things! I exclaimed as I entered the shop. After considerable search I found this little inexpensive hat which I think will suit Miss Rand, and the beautiful part of it is that it is all shades and colors,', and can be worn with all her dresses. I hope she will have lots of pleasure in wearing it. For a long time it was a puzzle trying to decide what to give Miss Smith. She, like Miss Rand, is always worrying over clothes, but with her it happens to be shoes. Will we ever forget the trouble she has had in getting shoes that were comfortable? There is an inkling abroad that the shoe men knew her by sight and escaped if possible. I decided to save her further embarrassment, if possible, and get her a pair of shoes that she Twenty-two 1 ummnmmm mnumnunmmmunmuuuuumumnumuunmeunumunmumuunmu llmsuummllmunmlmummmunuumm