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

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JUNIORS ‘7 will study and get ready, and perhaps my ehance will come. ” Lincoln Officers: President: Carol McCaleb Vice Piesident: Gwen Teter Secretary: Theresa So wards Treasurer: Donna Epperley Student Council: Delores Harper Motto: Only The Strong Survive Song : “I Believe” Flower: Red Rose Colors: Red and White 25

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To My Father It matters not that time has shed His thawless snow upon your head For he maintains, with wonderous Perpetual summer in you heart. WILLIAM H. HAYNE To My Mother She is as good as goodness is; Her acts and all her words are kind, And high above all memories I hold the beauty of her mind. FREDERIC H. ADAMS DAD.. . To-day I’m a nurse — it seems only a dream I can hardly believe that it’s true. My training is done — I have come to the end And my first grateful thought is of you. You, my father, who helped me so much on the way; You whose love and whose faith was so strong. Yours the kindness, the courage, the praise that was there In times when the way seemed so long. I know that you’re proud. Dad, to-day as you see Your nurse — just so late your wee tot But my pride in you. Dad, rings as strong in my heart God love you — and bless you a lot. This is only a verse — just a “thank you” in rhyme But its accents are happy and glad. For it tells of the love that in gratitude comes From a graduate nurse to you Dad. MOTHER . . . The stretch of the years is now long past Since I was your baby girl The years when you mended a broken doll Or smoothed down a straying curl. I’ve come since then to a woman’s place To my graduation day. I’m a nurse — and the dream of my child hood hours Stands achieved — and my heart is gay. But mother, I know I could never have won If your love hadn’t helped me along. I who was always so weak on the way You were ever so strong. Your love and your help, and your kindly praise. These followed me through the years. A million thanks well up from my heart God bless you — your joy and your tears. You are my model — you my ideal Yours — ever the love that was true. God couldn’t be with me all of the time So he gave me a mother like you. And mother, if ever around my neck The arms of a baby twine, I only ask God to be like unto you. You — little mother of mine.

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Mrs. Barbara Barling Bogan Healing Springs, Virginia Miss Judith Ellen Deisher Clifton Forge, Virginia Miss Donna Marie Epperley Fincastle, Virginia Miss Theresa Marie Fazio Welch, West Virginia Miss Patricia Ann Gallagher Richmond, Virginia 26