St Lukes Hospital School of Nursing - Blu Chambray Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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. This is not for youf' he said, and led me down 1 the street. There was something peculiar about the Q 9 houses. Although they were large and beautiful at the ' beginning of the street, they gradually decreased in size A until they were little more than shacks. The houses were assigned according to s iritual wealth. About the third , W me P View tw f: Q i' -. house down, I stopped and asked St. Peter to whom it 1- belonged. QL, A V 3 That home belongs to La Vonne Richardsonf' I'-vi iiffla .it , t I screamed, then confidentially, I whispered, To F A I Q 5 5 , . Ritchie? Tell me, St. Peter, which one did she marry? U ' X St. Peter raised his eyebrows and said, Miss Rich- Q ardson had no time for that sort of thing. She founded many hospitals in China following the war of 1941. We resumed our stroll and came to a very pretty vine-covered home with many children playing on the front porch and climbing beautiful trees loaded with oranges the size of water- melons. I didn't know you had orphanages in heaven, St. Peter? He glared at me and said, That is the home of Mrs. Richard Stephen. She came into a great fortune in 1962 when she won the family contest sponsored by john D. Rockefeller IV. Crow baby! She was one of my dearest friends on earth. Maybe she'll board me if my house is too far down the street. We walked farther down the avenue when suddenly two pretty girls came up and wel- comed me. They were Adda Barker and Virginia Kannely. I was so happy to see them that I think I kissed them. They told me they were living in the navy officers' quarters. Virginia's husband was a navy captain and of coursel remembered Bob and was glad to learn he became an admiral in the war of 62. Those girls, said St. Peter, are two of the nicest girls in heaven. They might be a good influence on you. As St. Peter and I resumed our walk, a young man stepped up and asked me to buy a paper. Gosh, he was cute, so I batted my eyelashes at him and bought two. I glanced down and was amazed to find that the - paper was edited by none other than Gladys Switzer. Poor i Switz, I remember the time she had with the Blu Chambray. I hope that this is easier. Miss Switzer is a very talented young lady, said St. Peter. Farther down the street I saw a young woman drying her ' hair. It was so beautiful, curly and red, somehow it reminded . me of someone. Why, of course, it belonged to none other than Rhoda Hopper. Hi, Hop! I yelled, and St. Peter asked me to be more quiet. Suddenly, a car whizzed by and I pushed St. Peter aside ' pf- f VPN lkf J .0 o s , Q I

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luke? Row As I glanced about me, I was struck by the sheer beauty of everything. It was even more beautiful than the description I had read in my Bible when I had been a child going to Sunday School. There were the gates of heaven, great gates of pearl, with gold casings studded with diamonds. Everywhere there were Howers and birds. I had forgotten all about asking for admittance into heaven, so busy was I with the wonders about me, when suddenly a beautiful angel with great gauzy wings appeared, beckoning me on to the gates. I tried hard to keep up with her and she turned and gave me a smile of encouragement. It was a lovely smile, all silvery and shining. I stood there thunderstruck for suddenly I recognized the features of Gertrud Petersen, a very dear friend of mine, with whom I had been in training and sure enough that silvery smile was due to the bands she had put '. V on her teeth our last semester in training. I Pete, Petey, I cried as I ran after her, don't you recognize me? J X' l in 4. She smiled a sweet ethereal smile and vanished. I was so disap- li-H-flff' pointed I think I would have cried had not a benevolent old man in white-flowing robes stepped in front of the gates. Everything about him was permeated with the goodness and love which radiated from him. I 1 4 felt unworthy but I think I had the grace to blush as I stepped up to him f and asked to be admitted into heaven. ' I shall look over your records, said St. Peter, for of course it was he, the guardian of the gates. At his command another angel brought a great white book to him. I had never seen so many red marks before, not even on report cards or efficiency records. I looked on the opposite page and there was Sally Hayes' record. I was so thrilled I almost tore the book from St. Peter's hands. .,....,.. Why, Pete, I cried, shes an old pal of mine but how g o o Q ,1 dis, come she hasn't as many red marks as I have P ZEZVQN 'rf' 5 St. Peter was rather disgusted with me, I think, but he said, , ', Sister Hayes is Mother Superior in a hospital in Gilroy. She is ly L C a fine woman even though she was an opinionated youngster who was hard to manage. I ,rf -I Well, Pete, it's a great life if you don't weaken. But hurry A up. If my report decides that I'l1 not be quite at home here let W4 X me know and I'll be meandering along down to Hades. ' 'f , And then much to my surprise and joy, for the descriptions A U M fl, of Hades I had heard were not very encouraging, he gave me I the benefit of the doubt and opened the gates. I had never seen 1,94 pf W anything quite so beautiful. The streets were paved with gold 6 4 ? and there were large and beautiful mansions on both sides of l II' the street. I stepped up to the lirst and most luxurious home and asked St. Peter for the key.

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CI don't know what heaven would W Z ' f do without himj. I'-7,7 I . That was Lynn Marshall, St. A l' 1 I I Lx Q, Peter said, she is undoubtedly the p mi 4 YW X worst woman driver in heaven. In M X I t fact, it's easy to see how she got I here. I. We were walking along, St. 1- A10 Peter and I, when suddenly a young I' woman with streaming blond hair rushed up and practically knocked NN us down. 57 Where did they go, she asked, where did those five men go ? Then I think she recognized me, because she calmed herself and extended a jeweled hand. QI have never seen such rings-rubies, pearls, diamonds and sapphires., Hello, Charm, I said, my but you look lovely. Your hair is the color of gold. just then I saw f1ve men turn down the side street so I did not get a chance to say good-bye. Miss Ncall has the finest beauty salon in heaven, St. Peter said, you should go there sometime. The next house was Hawaiian in design, and on the porch sat a girl basking in a sun suit. I was very surprised to recognize my classmate, Alice Oka. She asked me to tea and I thanked her and told her moving all rny things from earth to heaven was a tedious job but I would be delighted to drop in another day. By the way, St. Peter, said I, I've seen most of my fellow student nurses, but there are a few I haven't seen. For instance, Where is Florence Nielson? I liked to work with her, she was lots of fun. Florence, said St. Peter, is superintendent of nurses at St. Luke's Hospital in San Francisco. She is well liked by all her coordinates although the students feel that her insomnia is a little difhcult on them. I laughed and laughed. I could just see Flo patrolling the halls of the nurses' home in the wee hours of the night. And Where is Nellie Dol, St. Peter? Nellie is a captain in the army nurse corps. She is entitled to a pension very soon now. What is jean Laughlin doing? Jeans husband is superintendent of Stanford Hos- pital. Of course that keeps Jean busy entertaining and planning. Oh !-and Louise Philbrick and Lois Azevedo-what are they doing? 61. They have founded a welfare home for crippled ' children. You will probably be able to renew your acquaint- anceship with Lois before long because she tried to play 21