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

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C569 NIGHTINGALE X QV QQZQJJ 6Hz'5z'0ry LD MAN WINTER had drawn his ermine robe about him and had shivered back to the North Pole, and Spring, sweet Spring, had thrown her flowery garment over our loved land when the first members of our class arrived and saw our future Alma Mater loom up before us. Yes, mother and dad had consented to our coming. It was best, and they were behind us, backing us up in our future life's work. Never can we forget how we felt when We entered the doors and rather timidly passed down the corridor. It was with shaking knees that we entered the Instructress of Nurses' oflice to register, and later to Maw's super- vision to don those longer dresses and stiff collars. This was our first introduction to our Maw, but can we ever forget her kind watchfulness and generous help? She has indeed mothered us and helped to ease the pain of the separation from our own mothers. We did feel strange and out of place at first, because it was rather awkward for us to become accustomed to the long dresses, the new girls, and worst of all to being called probes However, our big sisters took us in and made us feel that we as well as the older girls were a part of the big home. The class work became almost as hard as it was in high school and college. Besides, we had to put out some real practical work. Date and movie night came only once a week, and was considered a real luxury. Our work absorbed the greater part of our attention, and vacation time was soon here. With what pleasure we boarded the train for home and a real chat with mother and dad! It was on this vacation more than any other that we found use for all of our high-sounding terms and phrases. My! but we knew worlds about life and medicine. Providence was kind that our pride had no very severe falls about this time. We sensed how proud our parents were of us, and it made us all the more determined to live up to what they expected of us. In 1926 we boldly entered our intermediate year. The pendulum of time had swung across a whole year, and we were middle classmen. But wait! We went sadly about our daily tasks, for Miss Dickhut and Miss Koonce were leaving and new ones coming to take their places. Oh, my! how we did dread it! But Miss Marshbanks soon assured us that she wouldn't bite, and we learned to love her. We also remember the happy days spent under Miss Boyette's supervision. Then a few months later Tzve1zz'y-nine

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C560 NIGHTINGALE vw Tu'vnty-cigllt w Class Poem, 1928 How swiftly pass the years begun When we our pledges made! How sure has been the race we 've run, Serene and unafraid. Those years have taught us each to say, Thy will, not mine, be doneg To live for mankind, day by day, And ne'er our duty shun. We 've builded not that eyes of men Our handiwork might view, But that we 'd serve where'er and when Our duty calls us to. We seek not any worldly fame, For such can mean but naught Compared with service in His name, With human kindness fraught. As we our several paths shall take, The fight begin anew, Let not the world our knowledge shake Of all that 's kind and true. VV. P.

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C5641 NIGHTINGALE W Miss Beeker, who had been with us some time as Supervisor, became our Instructress of Nurses. My! how she did drum first-year anatomy into us from the Cranium to the astragalus. She is still at it, but we have learned to love her just the same. Thus our timidity over at having so many strangers among us, we began boldly to plan initiation of the new girls. Forgetting that last year we needed a friend and someone to cheer poor home-sick freshmen, we frightened our new poor dears almost to death. We worked-yes, siree, we did !-but we also had fun at picnics, riding, and doing many other nice things. The time soon passed and we were seniors. Seniors! How dignified it did sound. Were we really seniors, and had the time really passed? How long it had seemed in the beginning, and truly again the pendulum had swung, but we were beginning to see just what a little bit we did know. How we delved into anatomy and drugs! We studied, for we knew now we knew nothing. fOf course this was kept to ourselves, for we sat up in class and tried to look wise. However, Miss Beeker was hard to fool and often pulled one over on us.J The history of all classes, even our Class, is easy to record. But as we look back over our work it is not easy to forget all of the kind, painstaking care our teachers have shown us. It is to them we owe the knowledge of our profession. At times they may have felt that it wasn't worth while, but to us it has been the very essence of our work, and they truly merit and have our tenderest and sincerest appreciation. As the time draws near for us to part we bid a loving farewell to all- to each other, fellow students, faculty, and friends, who have so patiently helped us to reach our goal. And as we take up our life's work their ex- ample is before us, bidding us reach forward to the bigger, better things in life. Thirty