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

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT September 3rd, 1951 will always be an unforgetable date in the lives of fifty-one people. It was the begin- ning of the three years which were to some the longest, to others the hardest, but whether it be admitted or not, all shall remember them as three of the happiest years of our lives. Now, the time is here to abandon our blue and white uniforms and don a solid white one ornamented by our school pin, and add an additional stripe to our caps. Before we make our exit, we want to leave a memorial from each member so that the class of ' 54 shall ever be remembered in the famous halls of C.M.H. In so doing, we declare this as our last will and testament. Article I To the faculty, we leave our heartfelt gratitude for being so patient, kind, and considerate during those times which proved whether or not we would become a permanent part of the school. To the graduates, doctors, and anyone who has help- ed us in any way, we leave our love and appreciation for the many times you were there when the going be- came tough. Article II I, Sue Fowler, leave my ability to attract Yankees ' ' to anyone who has any experience in riding a White Stallion. I, Jo Shoaf, bequeath my skill in basketball to La- Vonne Stroupe. I, Elsie Deese, will my dry wit to Doris Gribble in hopes that she can liquefy it a bit. I, Margaret Pate, leave my dramatic abilities to Country Moore. Perhaps we ' ll see her on Broadway someday! I, Betty Crider, leave my sleeping in class to Gena Jones. We, Jo Ann Henderson and Dot McNeill, will our ups and downs to Shirley James. Remember: When life seems in vain and you ' re at the end of the rope, tie a knot in it and hang on! I, Nancy Maness, do hereby leave my soft cushioned seats in Miss White ' s and Miss Burton ' s offices to Betty Patterson. I, Daphine Matthews, leave my frustration over strange phone calls and unknown admirers to Louise Bvrd. I, Joyce Ball, will my love for Southern fried chicken and all my mistakes to Ruth Vaughn. I, Bettv Seawell, leave my cute remarks to Ann Berry. We, Marie Burns and Betty McDaniel, leave our bus tickets to Blairsville, Pa. to Jean Myers and Jean Faw. Y ' all come to see us by and by! I, Betty McKenzie, leave my love for dancing to Darlene Williams. We, Joyce Hunt and Chris Griffin, hereby leave our exciting experiences at Torrance to Eleanor Williams and Marjorie Suter. Live it up! I, Dot Baucom, leave my love for writing on mir- rors with lipstick to anyone enjoying restrictions. I, Hilda Hine, leave my knack for attracting men named John to anyone named Priscilla. I, Maxine Jenkins, leave my pepper shaker to Bar- bara Seiving. Note: Always keep extra stomach linings on hand. I, Dot Harris, leave my ability for solving my prob- lems all by myself to Patt Ramsey. I, Nancy Murray, leave my love for a certain O.B. doctor to Joyce Musselwhite. Go in there fighting! We, Jewel McDaniel and Jerry Valentine, leave our membership cards to the Old Maid ' s Club to any- one who hasn ' t found an escape. I, Doris Rogers, will my air mail stationery to any- one who can furnish the stamps for it. I, Marian Hollar, leave my yarns about those days in the O.R. with Dr. Pitts to Katie McArthur. I, Ernestine Russell, leave mv recipe for southern fried chicken to anyone in exchange for Italian recipes. I, Earline Ormsby, leave my Signs and Svmptoms to anyone who can acquire something from them. We, Dottie Robinson and Trudv Shepard will our quiet but mischievous personalities to Elizabeth Stinson and Peggy Carter. We, Susie Hinson and Thelma Roseman, bequeath our petite figures to anyone who hasn ' t been exposed to Hadacol yet. I, Nell Pope, being convinced that I have done mv part in the progression of modern art, do hereby leave mv dried up oil paints to Deronda Sellars. I, Jo Shuford, leave my real gone southern drawl to Margaret Lawrence. I, Maxine Wallace, still being of sound mind, leave those breakfast lectures to anyone who can take it without having indigestion afterward. We, Jo Price and Jean Cooper, being fully awake, will our most popular phrase: Let ' s take a short nap! to anyone having droopy eyelids. I, Betty Hartman, leave my ability to elevate a cer- tain male ' s blood pressure to Ann Corl. I, Merle Chapman, leave my fickle mind to anyone having the good judgment to choose between a rebel and a yankee. I, Carolyn Mitchem, leave my Chinese dances to Alice Hallyburton. I, Jo Burgess, leave all men with the exception of Robert, to Nancy Cottingham. I, Betty Barber, leave my acting ability to anyone who can faint without hurting himself. We, Wilma Sipe and Frances Gibson, leave our book: How To Charm Men In Ten Easy Lessons to Vivian Macon and Sarah Burns. I, Lauretta Ritter, will mv art of writing to anyone descending from Shakespeare ' s line. I, Vivian Auman, leave my ability to be loyal to the one to Nancy Coffey. I, Elise Moose, leave my pneumococcus to Hilda Carpenter. I. Pat Thompson, leave my world-wide fame for basketball to Carolyn Long. We, Willene Deese and Ann McGinnis, leave our wit and laughter to Alma Nelson and Dot Bullard. Thev are advised to keep it in a cool, dry place ready for emergencies. I, Bill Massebeau, leave my outstanding hair cut to Rebecca Killian. I, Betty McAbee, leave my sense and nonsense to just anyone who is desperate enough. Betty McAbee, Testator Page Twenty-seven

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J ' M 9 ? .« jH % Y ■ S oiS 1. P. S. I Love You. 2. Who whistled? 3. Anybody for sun- bathing? 4. Crowded but cozy. 5. Not very old, but plenty of mileage. 6. Dad let me bring the car back. 7. Who ' s the third person? 8. Waiting for youse guvs. 9. I ' ll have a blue Christmas. 10. Cross over the bridge. 11. Duh 12. The I ' S have it. 13. Girls at work. Please do not disturb. 14. Dare us to climb it?

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CLASS HISTORY Charlotte Memorial Hospital had its beginning in two rented rooms on January 20, 1876, as the Char- lotte Home and Hospital was established for the care of the poor sick of Charlotte through the vision and efforts of Mrs. John Wilkes and the members of the Church Aid Society of Saint Peter ' s Episcopal Church. From here it moved to a larger house, and, finally, a hospital building was erected in 1 898 and named Saint Peter ' s Hospital. This institution survived closure on several occasions as additional medical care was needed in the Queen City than it could offer. As more and more doctors were attracted to Char- lotte, patients also saw it as a medical center to receive excellent and expert care. A dream was borne of these doctors through this need— A dream for a medical and teaching center. They appealed to Presbyterian who was going to build and to Saint Peter ' s who was also going to build, and the latter responded. Memorial grew from hard work of a civic minded community. The dream was fulfilled when its doors opened on October 7, 1940. The medical staff of the Charlotte Sanatorium which was opened in 1908 felt that their loyalty and support should be transferred to the new institution, and with the entire personnel from Saint Peter ' s, the new Hospital was staffed. The following year a school of nursing was established to teach by coordinated theory and practice. On May 12, 1952 the School of Nursing was granted temporary ac- creditation for a period of five years by the National Nursing Accreditation Service. Memorial has survived many obstacles and to it now belong many of the firsts in the state in regard to medical service and education of public and personnel. And again on September 3, 1951, this institution experienced another history making event. The class of 1954 entered its d oors and bedlam prevailed from hence. On this day, sixty-eight bundles of energy and ambi- tion embarked on a three year excursion of work, class- es, study, good fellowship, and even some complaints. Our first year proved to be three hundred sixty-five days packed full of new experiences and unforgettable memories. We were soon to learn what study hours were even though card parties and gab sessions were our specialties. Hilda Hine, class president, found that leading sixty-eight probies was quite an ordeal. Classes and more classes— day in and day out. Oh, how we dreamed of the day we could, like the im- mortal Seniors, work our eight hours and throw the books to the winds. Finally, our working schedule was posted, and there was the mad scurry of trying on new shoes, setting up uniforms and changing hair-dos to fit hair nets. It was to be a glorious event until the alarm clock went off at five in the morning. With sleepy eyes and nodding heads, it took a full hour to don the professional garb and steady our nerves. The general remark as we wearily untied our new shoes and leaned back in our old desks after our first hour of work was How do the Seniors survive through eight hours a dayr But work and classes didn ' t make up all of our year. At the Halloween Carnival our night club, Bloody Bucket with its fabulous vet hilarious floor show, took first prize. Parties prevailed as the Juniors were given a morale booster, and the Seniors honored with the memorable graduation exercise portraying Nancy Murray as Miss Burton and Margaret Pate as Miss White. This year made history as the Alma Mater was written bv Lauretta Ritter and Earline Ormsby, and adopted. The thrill of a lifetime— that was cap- ping. The receiving of a cap and lighting of a lamp made us fully realize the meaning of the Florence Nightingale Pledge. Juniors— with more classes and more work to con- quer. Merle Chapman was our busy leader for the year. We were for the first time faced with the responsi- bility of raising money. Show business caught our eye and much good talent was displayed in our side splitting comedy, No Rhyme Nor Reason. The funds from this and various other projects sponsored the beautiful moonlight and roses Junior-Senior Banquet. Through the many hardships of the Junior year, class pride was unsurpassable as the revival of our school paper, Signs and Symptoms, was accomplished through the efforts of Lauretta Ritter. The trip North of the Mason-Dixon added much to our year with everyone anxious to com- pare experiences on return— and what experiences! A black stripe makes the difference and with added prestige came added responsibility. We could remember the days when we thought a Senior knew it all but with the special services, three until eleven, and night duty experience, we found that there was much more to be learned. Carolyn Mitchem presided as our Presi- dent and many members of our class assumed positions of high honor in school organizations with Merle Chapman further advancing to a position in the State Student Nurses Association. The Senior class was faced with the task of raising funds and publishing the annual. Numerous money making schemes were successfully attempted. At the Hallowe ' en Carnival we again won first prize for our floor show and night club, Bloody Bucket Number Two. With our class finally united after the psychiatric experience. Miss Steinacher honored us with a party at her home. Our hats went off to the basketball team who won the city championship and added many trophies to our collec- tion. We shall always be thankful to the Juniors who taught us how to hitch our wagon to a star at the won- derful Junior-Senior Banquet. And now with graduation just around the corner we reminisce three years history filled with millions of smiles and a few little tears. We could not begin to innumerate the many blessings we have derived from Charlotte Memorial Hospital ' s School of Nursing, and, as we don our solid white uniforms, we shall strive to represent the school in a way that will make it as proud of the class of ' 54 as we are of Memorial. Dottie Robinson, Historian Papc Twenty-eight