Charlotte Memorial Hospital School of Nursing - Lamp Yearbook (Charlotte, NC)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF 1951-1 I, Jane Rabb, to Frances Epley and William T., leave the remains of my nose. I, Mary Barbehenn, to Fran Nicol, leave my poise and snail like movements. I, Kathy McDonald, leave my effervescent persona lity to Sarah Vaughn. I, Margaret Ware, leave my ability to get along with Frances Power to Betty Northey. I, Tilda Regan, will my ability to get along with Miss Burton to Arlene Snider. I, Nancy Harrill, leave my ability to get along with all students to Martha Arrants. I, Jo Williams, leave my sell confidence to Paula Shaver. I, Emily Greer, will my spotless reputation to Spud Gathings. I, Edna Taylor, to Gloria Fletcher, leave my unassuming manner. Nancy Harrill, Testator LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF 1951-11 We, the Class of 1951, do hereby declare this as our last will and testament: Section I To the faculty, to whom we are indebted, we leave our gratitude for your unsurpassed help during the past three years. 1. To Mrs. Power, we will our atrocious strength and supply of nerves. 2. To Miss White, we leave a well-developed rotating staff. 3. To Miss Burton, we leave our indispensable old grapevine. Section II I, Anne Britt, having but one thing to leave, think I had best take it with me. I, Anne Graham, leave my rich and influential friends here in Charlotte to Blanche Gilbert. I, Doris Everleigh, leave GORDON. I, Wilma Wright, will my ability to win arguments with my boy friend to Peggy May. I, Virginia Stuart, will my nurses ' notes to the Pre-clinicals. I, Barbara Baumgardner, leave my unused date book to anyone who can use it. I, Janet Hunt, bequeath my outstanding ability to sing (in the shower) to Johnsie Herman. I, Marjorie Sumner, do hereby will my neurotic condition to Sue Ellen Huffman. I, Betty Conner, will my quiet voice to Fran Nicol. We, Janice Gibson, Joanne Cook, Nancy Miller, and Catherine Cook, will our talents for embroidering to all the engaged going to Torrance. I, Audrey Greer, bequeath my tolerance for pepper to Helen McMichael. I, Hazel Tuttle, leave my ability to fascinate interns to Margie Greene. I, Lazelle Lombard, do leave my admiration for the professional men of Charlotte to Joyce Smith. I, Connie Edwards, will my desire to take long walks to those who like to think and who have long legs. I, Peggy Harris, bequeath my ability to arise at seven to Gloria Fletcher. I, Barbara Gardner, leave my dry wit to those who enioy it. I, Betty Butler, leave, regretfully, my dramatizing ability to Martha Arrants. I, Billie White, leave my long engagements to anyone who can use them. I, Rayma Lou Kirby, leave my never failing cough reflex to those who know not what it is to be embarrassed. I, Mary Ann Dillard, leave my self-control to the president of the rising senior class. I, Mary Ruth Hunsucker, will my ability to blush to Paula Shaver. I, Evelyn Howie, bequeath my dignified manner to Rocelle Speight. I, Wilma McCrary, leave my basketball suit to anyone big enough to wear it. I, Betty Jean Sinclair, leave my little black book to anyone who iust can ' t stay in at night. I, Barbara Campbell, do gladly will my professional manner to Ruth Faw. We, Jo Koon and Kate Green, bequeath our hard beds to those suffering from lumbago. I, Lorraine Wynne, having apparently nothing to offer, iust leave. I, Colleen Cooper, leave my jokes (one ' s of higher quality) to those able to take them. I, Alice Nickle, refuse to leave my height to anyone, having been whittled down enough already. I, Margaret Cooper, will my meticulous neatness to Arlene Snvder. I, Louise Moss, hereby bequeath my sternness to Patricia Belk. I, Lorraine Smith, leave my memories of Oscar the louse. I, Katherine Stewart, step aside, leaving mv catchino to Geraldi ne Hollars. (Balls, that is.) I, Katrina Maready, will my shutter-bug fever to Valdorena Byrd. I, Eunice Spires, in the closure of this will, would like to state officially my desire to hold on to what I have got— especially my aptitude to confuse supervisors and win arguments. Cornelia Edwards, Testator Witnesses : Betty Butler Barbara Baumgardner Page Twenty-nine

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CLASS PROPHECY OF 1951-1 I am resting now— just waiting for the man with the soft voice and the Von Leeuwenhock glasses to return and allow me to divulge my childhood conflicts. The couch is a cloud; how easy to float through the years and reminensce; to wonder. How different this is from my carefree days as a student nurse. They warned me about self- analysis in Pennsylvania. I ' m glad my classmates took the advice and there are two of them who made use of the psychiatric training. Look at them now! Margaret Ware and Matilda Regan are flourishing on East Fifty-second Street, where they are joint owners of Martis ' s Rest Room. The busy masses of New York hurry to them after a tedious day ' s work for relief of nervous tension. Nancy Harrill Klutz has just completed another new home, this one having eighty-two rooms. Nancy always said she would go places. Edna Taylor ' s face just appeared on the cover of Nurses ' Secrets for the third time this year. Mr. Teddy Taylor, as he is known to the public, has kept her in minks and sables. I received a letter today from Banghor. Jane (Kashmir) Rabb was telling me about her ad- ventures as a dancing girl in the P.M.C., standing for Poor Man ' s Casbah. It ' s all due to that nose! I can see her now with her castanets and swinging fringe. Each time I leaf through a medical journal, I scan the pages for cartoons. In the corner of at least one (each issue) I am sure to find the signatures of Jo Williams. Each of them depicts an incident occuring in the Emergency Room of C.M.H. where she is now head nurse. Cathy McDonald ' s third son was just born— Bensky. The other two are Benrus and Benson. She recruits student nurses in her spare time, being thoroughly convinced that a nurse makes a perfect wife and mother. Mary Barbehenn, who had her start as a mere staff nurse in one of our government hospitals has now risen to unforseen heights as an eight star general and is happy each time a new medal is pinned to her chest for service beyond the call of duty. Oh, here comes Dr. Sigmoid DeFreud, I ' ll pretend I ' m asleep. No, I see I won ' t. There are questions coming. .... Miss Greer, I was just thinking. Do you suppose your trouble could be connected with your work at the circus? You know, the bright lights flashing . . . FAT LADY . . . Emily Greer, Prophet CLASS PROPHECY OF 1951-11 The day was perfect; sun shining, dogwood blossoms in bloom, nice spring weather, and everyone seemed genuinely happy. This day of April 20th, 1961, was truly a perfect setting for the glorious reunion of the C.M.H. 1951 graduates. As we walked through the new gym, in which the reunion was being held, we met many old friends and classmates. Katherine Stewart, who is now A.N. A. president, presided as chair- man for the occasion and told of the different things that have happened to us since that well- remembered graduation day. Just listen to this! We find that Peggy Harris and Barbara Baumgardner now operate a drug store on the Wake Forest campus. Betty Butler has become a promising leader of the Women ' s Christian Temper- ance Union. Barbara Campbell has returned to Torrance as professor of Mental Hygiene. Jo Cook and Nancy Miller, as we knew them, are happy housewives now sharing the same apart- ment house— roommates that couldn ' t part, no doubt. Willie Wright and Jo Koon are still leading a busy life dating every night— ' sbout time they settled down. Babe Sumner has taken over the weak and nervous job of head nurse on Pediatrics (more Power to her). Gordon Ever- leigh is seeing the country nowadays, moving from town to town trying to lose Mr. Gordon. Barbara Gardner is now a torch singer famous for her rendition of Don ' t Cry Joe. Janice Gibson has turned business woman and now has her own bargain shop in Gibson, N. C. Anne Graham is leading the exciting life of a traveling saleswoman selling modernized teepees. Kate Green has become quite well known for her hair styling in crew cuts for women. Mary Ruth Hunsucker has established a much-needed date bureau here in Charlotte and making a fortune. Janet Hunt is still sitting at home waiting for Dangerous Dan, the Air Force Man. Cissy McCrary has become nurse for the State College basketball team— sometimes substituting when the game gets rough. Louise Moss and Margaret Cooper are having the difficult task of teaching their young ones to say you all with a Yankee accent. Alice Nickle has returned to Miami and is now modeling graduate uniforms at Burdine ' s. B. J. Sinclair is now in charge of a nursing home for old maids. Lorraine Smith saw her duty and did it— teaching sex education in the hills of North Caroliner. Lazelle Lombard is trying to teach the public the advantages of nursing education. Virginia Stuart is teaching English to the Latin American internes here. We are honored to be able to men- tion the fact that one of our graduates, Miss Billie White, has achieved world-wide recognition for giving birth to quintuplets. Hazel Tuttle may be better known at present as the World ' s Fattest Woman. Eunice Spires is the barker for her side show and Katrina Maready is taking pictures from all angles. Betty Connor and Connie Edwards have become quite famous as radio and screen comedienes. Audrey Greer and her husband are now in charge of the chain of Efird ' s Department Stores in the South. Catherine Cook has a full-time job as a housekeeper in the house that David built. Mary Ann Dillard and Rayma Lou Kirby are doing a fine job as night supervisors, taking Miss Sanders and Mrs. Wingfield ' s places. Me, I ' m just loafing around, as usual. Assuming that everyone had been accounted for our chairman sat down. Suddenly, there was whispering, followed by a questioning look upon everyone ' s faces. Someone was missing! No, it couldn ' t be? But, yes, ' tis true! The question is— Where is Rainie? Anne Britt, Class Prophet

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CLASS HISTORY OF 1951-1 As the famous old quotation goes, We came, we saw, we conquered, so the class of Maich 1951 is no exception. Twelve frightened little girls came, saw and ten conquered. One by one we arrived and were shown to our rooms by upper classmen. We unpacked, met our classmates with whom we were to live and work with the forthcoming three years. After receiving our book list from the bulletin board, we set out in a mad search for the supply room— this being the beginning of our first six months of hard work. Nevertheless, all were enjoyable— Dr. Reid never being on time, and Miss Estes blushing at our many errors in Nursing Arts class. After the first six months elapsed we were presented those glorious little white caps— this making us feel less conspicuous and ever so important! We could even cast our votes in the student body meetings. No more preclinical days for us. The weeks and months passed quickly, and in the spring of 1950, we were off to Torrance for our psychiatric affiliation. Though some had the measles and nervous upsets, we all managed to get there in time for our quarter of study and practice. We felt so important as we had just received our black stripe which meant we had completed our second year of training. The third year seemed to fly by and it was terribly exciting— planning our graduation and feeling sick at heart when the thought of State Board examination happened, by complete mistake, to cross our mind. Oh! What a horrifying thought! However, State Board turned out to be a great deal of fun— gray hairs and wrinkles resulted. Now each will go her own way. After three years of unusually good fellowship, it will be like saying goodbye to our sisters when we have to part, but no matter how far we go we will always have memories that are very dear to us of good old C.M.H. Jo Williams, Historian CLASS HISTORY OF 1951-11 September 6th, 1948! The remembering brings a cloudy mist to a proud group of thirty-nine girls who have studied hard, played hard, and shared together a rich three years. Since the embarking on our journey across the sea of knowledge we have witnessed and performed many new experiences that in our book of memories can never b e forgotten. What a lonely and dejected forty-nine that first charted the course. The wind seemed heavy, blowing our sails aside, because for many of us this experience away from home was our first one. Slowly but with a sturdy aim our anchors were withdrawn and our seas became calm and serene. The first billow was easier in its passing by a weiner roast given by the upper classmen in that first long month. Only then we realized that to become a full-fledged member of the student body, we would have to exercise our every ability for studying, grasping and understanding the knowledge to which we were exposed. The rest of our first six months became a haze of classes and more classes. Along the way we came to port for our first school dance at Christmas. That first Christmas also gave us two whole weeks at home. After our holiday was over classes were resumed and again our course was logged. On March 4th, 1949 we received our cans. To sav there were forty-six of us proudly donninq that square of white cloth is putting it mildly. Proud, yes, but also endowed with a deeper and fuller sense of belonging as we inherited the role of Freshmen. Early one bright sunny mornins in September of 1949 we became Juniors and at last we ranked among the uoper ' classmen! That year saw us start doing some 3-11 and night duty. The Operating Room and Obstetrics became a reality, and Torrance occupied three months away from home. Ahoy! Our ship embarked on our last final voyage. We were Senior at last! After many hours of worry we finally published our yearbook, The Lamp. Thoughts started turning to the final analysis of our accomplishments and memories of the past vears. Our last school dances and parties were terminated by graduation of April 20th, 1951 and what a proud group we were! The awards were justly distributed and three years had planted their sentiments into the hearts of the Class of 1951 leaving us with many wonderful memories of C.M.H. Rainie Wynne, Historian Page Thirty