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

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THE SENIOR CLASS Margie Lou Tesseneer Kings Mountain, N. C. Once a friend, always a friend. ' Flora Delilia Tomberlin Monroe, N. C. Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others. Janie Lynn Valentine Augusta, Ga. I love work ... it fascinates me . . I could sit and watch it all day. Mae Louise Weathers Charlotte. N. C. ' Where there ' s a will, there ' s a way. Mary Faye Williams Mount Airy, N. C. Tall, stately, demure, noble, stead- fast, and so devilish. Marion Elizabeth Woodruff West Jefferson, N. C. Neat in appearance, quiet in .rfi« J ' 9r 25

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Rachel Blue Patterson Broadway, N. C. It ' s nice to be natural when you ' re naturally nice. Rebecca Earlene Saunders Robbins. N. C. I am as the Lord made me, and I wish to be accounted no better or no worse. Dorothy Jean Simmons Kannapolis, N. C. Shakespeare was famous, George ' Washington was loyal, and I feel high myself. Lucille Mae Smith New London, N. C. They are only truly great who arc truly good. Margaret Ellen Steele Monroe. N. C. ' Leave silence to Saints: I am human. Margaret Ann Summers Statesville, N. C. ' A laugh is worth one hundred groans in any market. THE SENIOR CLASS 24

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CLASS HISTORY On September 7th, Labor Day of 195 3, a great event in the world of labor, began the history of another class of long laboring, hard working student nurses. Fifty-one bun- dles of protoplasm entered the doors of Charlotte Memorial Hospital full of joy, ex- citement, energy and ambition: mixed with a little sadness. We were all glad to be here and could hardly wait to see our room- mates. But our happiness was shattered when we had to wave good-bye to our parents, friends and boyfriends, and we were left alone in a new world of which we knew very little or nothing about. Alas, there was no time for tears, with five days of parties, gayness and making of new acquaintances. TTien the big blow came — CLASS! Along with class came the ever eternal study hours, unforgettable exams, and a bedlam of new experiences. After many hours in the lab and class room our nursing arts instructors finally had the courage to let us venture forth into the hospital to give nursing care to real pa- tients. There just weren ' t enough mirrors when we first donned our new uniforms of which we had dreamed for so long. Leading us through our probie days were Lucille Smith as president and Peggy Carter as vice-president. Sarah Burns was kept busy as secretary while Flora Tomberlin proved to be a faithful treasurer. At the Halloween Carnival we integrated our talent into a show called. Hi Ho, Come to the Fair, where we all pitched in and helped with the fun. The greatest thrill of all thrills was Capping in May when we all became full fledged members of the school. With the cap came a new challenge and zeal for our chosen profession. Our Junior year proved to be more than we had anticipated — more studies, more work. But we slowed down long enough to give our production. Who put the Stink in Sugar Creek, at the Halloween Carnival. It wasn ' t the greatest but it luas original! Our class officers for this year were Pasty Jackson: President, Mary Faye Williams: Vice-Presi- dent, and Rachel Patterson as Secretary and Treasurer with Billie June Crisp taking over when Rachel was in Pennsylvania for Psy- chiatric affiliation. In the spring our efforts were united in planning for the Cruise to Hawaii for our Seniors at the Junior- Senior Banquet. We portrayed the real Hawaii with palm trees, moonlight, music, and hula girls. Our Senior year started with a pleasing event, the receiving of a back stripe for our cap indicating a higher role in our profes- sion. Our President was Marlene Bowlin, Vice - President: Freida Cloer, Secretary: Margie Tesseneer, and our Treasurer was Betty Caddy. Everyone worked their hard- est in making our Halloween talent show a big success, winning first prize! December finished up our Psychiatric affiliation in Pennsylvania so to celebrate we all had fun together at the S W for supper. Here, at the latter part of our Senior days as student nurses we look forward to the Junior-Senior Banquet and our Spring dance. We think one of our greater thrills of our Senior year has been working on this year ' s Lamp. But most of all we ' re looking for- ward to receiving another black stripe, a white uniform, a pin, and a diploma. We ' ll stop here in the middle of a fond dream of forty-three Seniors in white uniforms carry- ing a dozen red roses across a green lawn to end three years of hard and faithful serv- ice to a well chosen and beloved profession. Class Historians SHIRLEY Biles Becky Saunders BT. ? H ■ mm 26