Columbia University School of Nursing - Yearbook (New York, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 48 of the 1947 volume:

OTT. VS AUT4K PiStoW AiS Ml c or mo T .vo re.b -mss. sm ss. to e«TV K T ' s TRW [g j j J JMl I IMIS] SlG VcU and SvU42 i PRESBYTERIAN SCHOOL OF NURSING COLUMBIA PRESBYTERIAN MEDICAL CENTER NEW YORK CITY ii i!j;;f[ III-::: li I : in n :• hi. .mi H II -II || 111 ; m|!|. , |!!|!!|!( ill, II ! -i ' ' I ■iu;:i i!!!ii : I 111 ' •■:■ ,ni« l H; ii !l iii!i|||;! i ill Ml nil ii «rM ™ 5 in Hill Qui Jh MUd. ZU aMeik QdL al I ! dedication FOR YOUR UNTIRING ACTIVITIES AND THOUGHTFUL, UNDERSTANDING GUIDANCE IN ALL THAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR US WE DEDICATE WITH DEEP APPRECIATION AND GRATITUDE THIS 1947 STARCH AND STRIPES . Associated Dean and Director of Nursing The Class of 1947 has earned our congratulations and gratitude in many ways: — by its fine spirit of understanding and cooperation in the unpredictable days — and nights! — of readjustment after the war; by its excellent record of achieve- ment in the classroom, on the wards, and in Maxwell Hall; and now, by giving us another edition of Starch and Stripes to help us all remember each other and the experiences we have shared together in these three years. Starting on these ninety-four careers in nursing, each member of the class has the affectionate good wishes of all the faculty and the nursing staff. 2 . y tamad ctt. eMutU i Assistant Physician to Presbyterian Hospital and Vanderbilt Clinic Instructor of Medicine College of Physicians and Surgeons 50 tk AntUvefaia uf, Midd, Mo IAf McUf0444t Blown Red Cross Volunteer at 1.0. P. H. ■ , ■■ v. ' k!i ■H . ■ l.- — .1 Ir, .. to - mm m •  3  tLr BECKER GlcuU D ° SM. BEST V ' «-Pres, deot aN ne e. hasset Secretary 7 4e cMi tosuf, and Bicfsu ica+ice. oj Uie PteUujtesUcut NaMeX Pin By HELEN MARUE ANDERSON ' 42 T AM the Presbyterian pin. My base is a white enamel Greek cross, my four ■ ■ arms being equidistant from my center. My face is a raised red die upon which is chased the letters P and H. A gold laurel wreath circumscribes my facing enhancing it with a rich, classical beauty. Supporting the wreath is my famous ensignia Salus generis humani or Health of Humanity . Across my back is inscribed the word Neighbors . The lettering is straight, plain and clearly imprinted. And the significance is as clearly understood by all who know me or know of me. I represent the spirit of nursing as it was interpreted by the founders of the training school. In Miss Maxwell ' s own words, in part, It is the aim of this school above and beyond all to inspire the pupils with a reverence for their work, and the desire to carry with them into whatever branch of nursing they enter, that true love of humanity which makes the helpful and successful nurse. I made my first public appearance in this particular visible form in 1896 when I was first presented to the graduating class of that year by Mr. Frederick Sturges. It was at this time that I was referred to by the title Neighbors — neighbors to them who fall among thieves . Since that first presentation my duplication has reached 2000 — yet the basic ideals that belonged to the initial recipients remain undiminished to this the present day. The com- munion of thought, of spirit and of work unite all graduates of the school in the Order of Neighbors — one to another. Their common purpose effects this neighborly manifestation in every phase of their chosen work and I remain the symbol of safety to the human race . Nor is anyone dedicated to the service of humanity of and by that only virtue — a neighbor — but only those are eligible whose capacity for learning the scientific aspects of nursing with its complementary performance of its practical tasks with skill and dexterity. In summary those who possess me must champion equally the basic qualities of science, skill and service. So it is the spirit of me, the Presbyterian Pin, which influences the de- cisions of worthy women and useful nurses. Should I not have been worn by the Good Samaritan? For I say to you which of these was his neighbor? Lee, Eleanor: History of the School of Nursing of the Presbyterian Hospital, New York 1892 - 1942. G. P. Putnam ' s Sons, New York p. 254. Used by permission of the author and publisher. GUu Jliitosuf, IT took two bright, sunny September days for the entire new preliminary Class to arrive, bag and baggage, at Maxwell Hall. That was ' way back in ' 44. . . . Lots of memories have been stored up since then — some sad, some happy, some important, some minor, some never- to-be-forgotten, others, like Anatomy Reviews, we would all prefer to forget. Altogether, they can be added up to make the three full and satisfying years when we proudly answered to the title of Student Nurse . Some occasions, of course, will always stand out a little brighter than the rest. . . . We were greeted on our arrival at Maxwell Hall with a cordial reception and tea. Our big sisters , whom we were so eager to meet, helped us with our baggage and we almost succeeded in permanently ruining both elevators! We heard so many new names, say so many new faces, saw our new rooms — so much to remember! After registration we really belong ed — 110 shining, expectant faces — The Class of 1947 . We reported on duty in heavy black shoes, bright cotton dresses neatly covered with tan smocks — more secretaries than the hospital had ever seen in one group. THOSE pictures were taken and we still hear the echo of Hair off the collar , and Please — less lip- stick! Wonder where they are today? Never was a class so thrilled to receive solemn gray uniforms. At last we looked like real Probies. We were Hostesses at our first Wednesday after- noon tea, inaugurating one of our favorite and friendliest social functions. On Halloween our Big Sisters in costume, turned out en masse to show us the glamourous side of the pre- liminary student ' s uniform, and the faculty, in sheets and 0. R. helmets (not yet recognized by a Probie ) were delightfully disguised as ghosts. At that time we were solemnly warned of the dangers involved in studying too much ! The memory of studies and final examinations quick- ly faded as we packed for Christmas vacation. It was al- most the end of our Preliminary period, and when it was proudly announced that ours was the first class to pass Chemistry, Pharmacology, and Microbiology without a single failure, all our struggles seemed worthwhile. Candlelight on glowing faces, starched caps, bibs, and shining new stripes — the Welcoming Ceremony was an unforgettable experience, as with our entire class in- tact, we were accepted as members of the School of Nursing. Dr. St. John ' s talk was an inspiring highlight of the program. Eight-hour duty on the wards, that first case study and our first over-night privileges made us realize that we were truly Freshmen. We started Medicines and Dressings — remember your first hypo ? I Who was more frightened — the patient or you?) — and our early aseptic technic? Some- how everything managed to become contaminated, and on Grand Dressing Rounds we could never keep enough in- struments sterile. Then the first night on Relief alone. How dif- ferent the hospital looked after lights out — and night duty — we kept Page mighty busy before we learned to function by ourselves. Freshmen classes came — (remember that Psychol- ogy pre-test, when the only questions anybody could an- swer were Name and Date ?) — and went, and we began to feel quite educated! We were all active that Spring of 1945 - - - our quartet entertained frequently, the Dramatic Club pre- sented a Variety Show which was a huge success, there was a Spring concert, a Water Festival, and to top them all, the Formal Dance, which we gave in honor of the Big Sisters who had been so grand to us, and who were about to graduate. On Graduation Day we had the thrill of marching in the procession, and we hoped it would prove to be a pre- view of the future. On Alumnae Day we were declared to be Juniors . All of the graduates wore their stripes and reminded us that once, they too, were students. Junior classes soon began, and who remembers Diets and the O. R. in July, as we started special- izing? Vacation took up a whole glorious month, and we all tried to carry out our eagerly-made plans, as we scat- tered to all corners of the country to soak up a year ' s sunshine. That was the wonderful summer when the offi- cial word finally came — The War Is Over — blessed Peace! We came back to new rooms on the upper floors, and the very grand privilege of riding down in the ele- vators! The Class of 1948 arrived and made us feel that we were full-fledged second-year students. We eagerly began our new responsibilities on special services. The winter of 1945 we celebrated our first Christ- mas in the hospital — carolling by candlelight on Christ- mas Eve, followed by the party in Maxwell Hall, and the children ' s faces when Santa actually came to Babies Hos- pital. The New Year brought welcome changes as alarm clocks were set at 7:15 A. M. instead of 6 — and we not only began to look rested, but also the feel quite aristocratic with a whole day of leisure at our disposal! The Red Cross Drive and Bazaar for the French nurses at Bordeaux, the Spring Dance and — Presto! We were Seniors! We moved into the new wings and temporarily slept on Army cots which somehow felt like eiderdown (maybe ' cause they were ours) . We took advantage of the new kitchenettes, laundries, reception rooms, and welcomed the opening, Guests and Smoking Allowed Snack Bar — and of course the big new infirmary. We were proud to claim Dr. Thomas Hunter and Miss Mary Magoun Brown as the honorary members of our class. We carefully chose the very best little sister and eagerly awaited the Class of 1949. Roses on dressers, a candy bar on the desk, a plant on the bookshelf all spoke Welcome on the day they finally arrived. Every new Probie in Maxwell Hall was whisked out for a view of Washington Heights and a chocolate soda before ten o ' clock. Parties were in progress on all the Senior floors that night as we tried to make our little sisters feel at home. Professional Adjustments started, and everyone be- gan asking herself more seriously What shall I do when I finish? . Senior pictures were taken, and somehow, all were finally approved. All sorts of Senior activities kept us busy — a formal dance for the benefit of the Chinese Relief was most successful; the Staffs of Student Prints and the Year Book were busy writing. Maxwell Hall was quiet over Christmas week with- out the preliminary class here, but they were soon back, and we proudly escorted them to the Welcoming Cere- mony and watched each one light her candle, remember- ing the same night two years before. The Spring flew by; all hands were busily produc- ing something different, something beautiful for sale at the Bazaar given for the benefit of the nurses in the Phillippines. The other highlights were Instructors and Doctors ' orals, the Spring Formal, the beautiful Florence Nightingale Service at St. John ' s Cathedral, the Senior Class Supper, the Dinner Dance given for us by the Alumnae Association, and finally the Columbia University Commencement when thirteen members of our class re- ceived their Bachelor of Science Degrees. The other fifty- one degree candidates will receive theirs next year. And our own lovely and long-awaited graduation ceremony. It was a thrill and an honor to walk at last in our graduate uniform and to feel that along with its respon- sibilities, our pin signifies that we are truly Neighbors . We remember three happy years and look forward to many more. It was hard work — and good fun — to be a P. H. student — it will be a proud privilege to walk from now on as a graduate of the Presbyterian Hos- pital School of Nursing. MILDRED J. AKEHURST JEAN ELIZABETH BECKER ALEXIA E. BECK Lexie MARGARET ANN BELL Peggy STEPHANIE JANE BENET Stephie FRANCES H. BERKING tM SYLVIA CARLSON Sylvia ELLEN B. CHRISTENSEN E. B. PATRICIA A. COBURN Put 12 PATRICIA CONWAY Pat MAPJORIE JEANNE DAVIS Marj UilMllll ' 1 BARBARA H. DIXON Barb EVELYN B. DOBREK Dobey JANEC. DOUGALL Jane ELIZABETH M. DUNLOP Betty I onnie MILDRED F. ERNST Milly Rujus BETTEM. FEARON Fearoni NINAFESS MARY KATHERINE FIELDER Mary K. CONSTANCE J. GIVEN Connie MARJORIEE. GLANVILLE Marj MARJORIES. GLINN GLORIA E. GOOD Glory PATRICIA B. GREEN ANNEE. HASSET Fole ANN C. HAYES Ann ELINOR HEAGEY Elite EUNICE E. HERING FRANCES E. HOWARTH I nil a JANE WASHBURN KEEVER Janey DORIS FRANCES KING King MARTHA DALZELL LEEMING Marty PATRICIA LINDEEN Pat f MARY ANN LISTER Lis VIRGINIA HAMILTON LOTT ROSINAM. MANTELLO Ro PAULINE E.MARKHAM Paula JANET MARTZ Jill ELLEN M. McDERMOTT Curly JOAN E. McDERMOTT Joan It BEVERLY J. McKEEN Bev MARTHA G. MILLER Marby ELIZABETH ANN MORGAN Betty JANE D. NEILSON RUTH FRANCES NORTON CATHERINE M.OLSON 25 MARGARET PASCHALL Marg NATALEE HELEN PHELPS Nat FLORENCE ANNE PIRNIE Anne DOROTHY F. PORTER Dot ANDREE LORRAINE POWELL PATRICIA M. RIKER ELINOR R. ROBINSON Robin PHYLLIS W. RUSSELL Phrl MARY JANE SCHERMERHORN SUSANNEM. SCHNEIDER S ti sa nne GERTRUDE SNIVELY Trudy ALMA PATRICIA STAINTON Pat ELEANOR MARIE STRAUE Ellie ANNE JANE SYLVESTRE Marion JEANM. VANDERLIN Jeannie Lorna 31 Helen ELIZABETH L. WATLING Betsy JULEANN WELLER Judy JEAN AUDREY WILDER Bookie LOUISE C. WITHERHEAD Louise JANET ANNE WITHERS Withe 33 Poesn, i a QiaMl Pteuf i Buzzer, buzzer on the wall, Ain ' t you got no oomph at all? Why, oh why, oh won ' t you buzz? All the other girls ' s does. I ain ' t done no harm to thee; I would push thee gent ' ily. I would never then be blue, If I could but hear from you! My Jty ioaud Sifdietn Axon and denedrite, myelin sheath, Millions of nerve cells to rattle your teeth, Neurofibrillae run every which way, Tangling you up so you can ' t get away. Neurones and ganglia laugh in your face, They know that you ' ll never keep up with the pace. Where ' s the cerebrum, and what is its color? What does the pons do, and where ' s the medulla? Things to remember, and where does it go? Will six nerves do one thing, or one nerve do six? Pack in the knowledge ' til nothing else clicks; Fill in the diagrams, label them right, Take reams of notes, and then study all night. Rush into lecture — (the class you adore!) Come out more mixed up than ever before. Cram it in, jam it in, learn all you can. Where the nerve started and then where it ran. Through a foramen, and down to your toes, Follow it back to the end of your nose. Trace it and track it, what will it do? Can you control it, or will it get you? You just think it ' s ending, and something synapses And keeps right on going — (the student collapses) But don ' t worry, gals, if your mind ' s at an end, Start using your reflexes; let your brain mend. There ' s just one more question, one thing I can ' t see, That ' s, which is more nervous, the tissue or me? GRACE O ' BRIEN ' 47 from Student Prints — Christmas 1944. Ike. Patient Patients, A. ?. G ' L. I lie here in my high, white bed, The lights go on at 7. I clutch my aching, throbbing head, And wish I ' d gone to heaven. O. M. they take my T. P. R., And do my a. c. care. Then it ' s off to B. M. R., Or almost anywhere! They force upon me qlh, My fluids in cc ' s; And if there ' s not enough p.o.. They fix it with I. V. ' s. They say I ' m here c P. U. 0., It ' s Sulfa 4.1. D. To save my K.U.B. they give, NaHC03. Penicillin q3h, i.m. Ithat ' s Into Me ) Leaves me bruised and oh so sore, And happens 8. 1 .D. 0. D. the staff makes rounds and talks, And stares and talks some more — My B. P. and my I. V. P., My E. K. G., my E. E. G., My consultations: E. N. T., G. Y. N. and E. Y. E. My head begins to roar. The D. K. asks me what I like, Then gives me S. S. P. While all the others fatten on, H. C, H. P., H. V. Pc they pull the shades — but no, There is no rest or sleep. Magendie 0 3 h) I get, And then-L. P.! — I weep!! They drag me to the Rx room, And stick me in the spine. That doesn ' t hurt a bit, they say. Oh no? It murdered mine! My Px is to follow next — The interne orders stat! My white and diff., my R. 1 My E. S. R., my Hgb. My X-Ray teeth, V. C, V. I. C, My N. P. N., ceph. floe, And lots more after that! He feels me in my R. L. Q., And socks my C. V. A. My heart displays its R. S. R. I ' m clear to P. Cr A. At last H. S. is drawing near, I close each weary eye. I get my B. T. T. L. C. And heave a Mighty sigh — C. T. Ouch! 35 That penicillin again! PAT CONWAY, ' 47 PAT COBURN, ' 47 from Student Prints — Winter Issue 1947. Qua Jlvttb EideU ■ — ALEXIA BECK Editor-in-Chief RUTH RISKEN Assistant Editor JEAN L. ACKEN Business Manager MARY ANN LISTER Circulation DORIS KING Publicity GRACE O ' BRIEN Class History JANE SYLVESTRE Illustrator IjeaAboak StaJf Editor-in-Chief... Assistant Editor.. Business Manager.. Circulation Publicity- Photography Class History Copy Writers Illustrator Adviser ..ALEXIA BECK .RUTH RISKEN JEAN L. ACKEN MARY ANN LISTER MARY K. FIELDER EVELYN DOBREK DOROTHY PORTER (DORIS KING ' 1 JANE SYLVESTRE f RUTH E. RISKEN J DORIS KING 1 ELIZABETH WATLING [MILDRED AKEHURST GRACE O ' BRIEN PATRICIA RIKER . LOIS ANN STEARNS _JANE SYLVESTRE ELIZABETH GILL PATRICIA RIKER Copy Writer LOIS ANN STEARNS Copy Writer Produced by Engrflvotone • NEW CITY PRINTING COMPANt UNION CITY, N. J. COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY LIBRARIES 0064271080 I i J I 1 I • ' 1 7 T mftOS: X LOS. OUV- mPiOE T ft s