Chesapeake and Ohio Hospital School of Nursing - Aeneid Yearbook (Huntington, WV)

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GLEE CLUB Back row: Mrs. Edward Schellhouse, Mary Canterbury, Shirley Simmons, Thelma Varner, Betty Grimes, Phyllis Edwards, Betty Lively, Gloria Johnson, Gharmine Glarke, Gloria Alls, Mildred Smith, Bertie Gunnoe, Harriet Palmer, Ann Andrews, Pat O’Farrell, Mary Miller, Virginia Morris. Front row: Jean Tacy, Jeanette Jenkins, Ramona Taylor, Mary Dudley, Mary Robinson, Sue McGallister, Wanda Saylor, Ella Otto, Joyce Gibson, Doris Riggs, Betty Masters, Mary Durvin, Faye Nicely, Glenna Darby, Mr. Edward Schellhouse. OFFICERS President . Vice President . Secretary-T reasurer . Librarian . Mary Durvin ..Evelyn Alls ..Faye Nicely .Delia Camp This organization, under the direetion of Mr. Edward Sehellhouse, was originated in the spring of 1949, and sinee that time has appeared in shows, on the radio, and in ehurehes. Mrs. Sehellhouse is pianist. f21 }

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It was on the third Tuesday after the second Monday in September when the morning dawned, as every morning does dawn, but this was an extraordinary morning—it was the dawning of a new experience for eighteen girls. We had chosen nursing as our profession. New girls, new faces, trunks, suitcases, clothes everywhere, people scurrying through the halls, as we rushed madly around making acquaintances. Every minute of the first day was exciting and at the end of the day we were given a reception to welcome us to the school. The older students lost no time in beginning our initiation. Time came for “Lights out”—what a time we had makinar our short-sheeted beds before the housemother checked! O After rolling and tumbling during the night and hearing the clanging of trains on the tracks below us, dawn finally came. We were up again for a new and exciting day, eflf to breakfast and then —what a time we had parading around in cur housecoats and pajamas, wondering if we would pass our physical examinations. We hardly had time to to get ready for lunch when we found ourselves loaded down with an armful of books. We began to realize that this wasn’t going to be a picnic. Saturday morning found part of us rushing about getting ready to go home for the week-end. Those who remained did not lack excitement, as the rules had not been observed too well one of the girls found herself on campus for a week . . . Just thirty minutes late! After a month of hard studying, all the girls “whopped-it-up” in the recreation room to cele¬ brate the great and glorious Halloween holiday. This was a great m oment for some of us, as the stag line was wonderful. On November 16th, our uniforms came, and we found ourselves traveling down “Bed Pan Alley.” This was one of the most exciting days we had found. Christmas Day was creeping slowly upon us; everyone was shopping frantically for presents . . . I’hen followed a state of depression, during which we were all flat broke. As an ending for the holiday, we gave our formal dance December 28th. By this time six of the girls had decided that nursing wasn’t the profession for them, so at various times they packed their suitcases and quietly went away. Alter six months of hard work and studying, one of our most dreaded weeks rolled around . . . the week of final exams. During that time, we were all suddenly very intellectual and conscientious about our work. Books were leafed through again and again. The fatalists among us merely shrugged their shoulders and delivered themselves into the hands of fate. Then exam day came and panic gripped at our hearts as we walked into the final reckoning. When the exams were finished, we joy¬ fully put down our pens and went back on duty confident that we had failed them. It wasn’t long until we felt quite cheerful. We knew we were going to receive our caps. It was a dark, dreary morning on March 15, 1948, when half asleep we jumped into our uni¬ forms and went downstairs for assembly. How else could we have been awakened so quickly, than finding white caps upon our heads? We ate breakfast, and went on duty happy as larks. After capping, we were separated from each other for the first time. Part of us were working day duty, others working evenings and nights. It wasn’t long until part of us went on affiliation to Washington, and we bade these fellow classmates farewell. This procedure was repeated over and over again until we were together again after a year had passed. In September, 1949, we received our black bands and what a wonderful feeling! We worked until February 28, 1950, when we all began our affiliation at the University of Vir¬ ginia, where this is being written. It seems logical that the next few months will eventually pass and we will graduate, but at this time, those valiantly fought-for diplomas seem so very far away. 120}

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Last We, the members of the 1950 graduating class, being of weary minds and aching feet and doubtful on a lot of other scores, do hereby will and bequeath to the under¬ graduates the following items: Mae Simmons leaves her good looks to “cutie” Paukey Dudley. Betty Devers furthers her training by entering the state of matrimony for a degree of MRS. Frances Long bequeathes her intellectual ability to Sue McCallister, with the hope that she will keep her scholastic average up to get home on week-ends. Jenny Carter’s winsome figure and athletic ability are left for Twyla Cain to keep the basketball team in shape. Peggy Oakes, more often referred to as noisy Lou, bequeathes her quiet and re¬ served manner to Chloe Flanagan. A love for O.R. is left by Pat DeHof with best wishes to the Freshman class. Betty Fluggard leaves her wit and love for “horse play” to Leila Camp. A love for Pediatric relief, especially on Saturday night, is left to Sassy Saville by Shirley Martin. Earnestine Gwinn’s pearly white teeth are bequeathed to the September 1953 class to be used in the study of Anatomy. The Senior class collectively bestows the following: Our corn plasters and bunion pads to the underclassmen. Our knowledge in obstetrics and pediatrics to the Junior class, hoping they will ac¬ complish more than we did. (Enjoy yourself; it’s harder than you think.) Our good fortune of keeping office on Saturday night to the Freshman class. And ability to sleep through anything, including classes, is left to the night duty nurses of the future. 122 }