Faulkner Hospital School of Nursing - Faulkan Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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C' 1 tiling The days brightened and summer vacations came. How quiet it was for three weeks! The girls became ladies as wingbands were passed from big to little sisters. These built up strength and courage to continue. Specialties began: -that uneventful month in the diet kitchen when they tried to decide if salt herring was allowed on a salt-free diet, -three months in the operating room where the first few days were puzzling, trying to differentiate between a kelly and a snap. fAt 12:30 one Sunday morning I developed a severe RLQ pain. I felt sorry about having the call-room nurses awakened. I soon recovered with excellent nursing care.j -off to obstetrics went the ladies to deliver 12 babies, feed three at a time in the nursery, and check sutures. Spring came along with affiliations!! I jumped into a suitcase and went to Haynes Memorial Hospital. There they learned respirator care, hot pack applications, and gown technique. The food and hard beds were not to my liking, so I left that group and hitched a ride to Worcester State. I found them playing whist, cooking their own meals, and taking patients out for walks on the beautiful campus. Senior bands replaced the wings, just one more year in training. jello and hamburg were not a substantial diet so I hitched back to Boston and Childrens A new theory-hang up the babies and nurse the charts. Getting 26 hours of clinic helped these three months pass quickly. We soon came back to Faulkner and senior activities-night duty, night substitute, and night float. The yearbook staff was chosen and headaches began. The winter prom and the party that followed were fun. Graduate uniforms, pictures, vacations, senior classes, senior experience and more night duty came along. The senior prom, class picnic, and class banquet added to their scrapbooks. Sunday I was so proud to see them in whites for Baccalaureate. On September 2nd, at 8:00 p.m., in Simmons Auditorium, graduation at last fulfilled their dreams. As the last of the class left, Mike turned sadly away, but the thought of a new class with new adventures, joys, and sorrows filled him with expectations. Veronica janulewicz Joanne Garland fr 'Z 3 K7 0 1 It 'fr Q 1 Q9 L55 wk -Y So My 5 . V Calcksvxsx Yves? Fran Q 1 S-OQQHQ 195 aw wg! v9 4- v as wwargalgggezigaa, V P. 'gi Thi, B 33 l Ritckie K ff YT KW aj, ' f if 'ij Neat Q-Nix 'Tv-'xy-1 Vdv lo, W

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. XX lx The-Rock 9vxS X , dk 1 QA l ', ' XKQTO NX xxx T NS' K Us QSBJXCSKQO5 Bev I' CN N h '1 OO f I C3 X X.. Q if 'Pu-Yr V Makkah Patsy K . X . ff if Counq Home Plwm la We, tbe Senior Clair of fbe Faulkner Hofpitol of the year rzirzeieezz bzuzdred and fifty four, being of round mind and body, do hereby rompore, pzzblirb, and derlore tbir io be our Lori Will and Temzmenl. TO FAULKNER: We leave three memorable years-we shall never forget. TO CHAPIN HOUSE: We leave a suggestion box with sugges- tion number 1-a cigarette machine. A TO THE DOCTORS: We leave our inexpressable thanks - on the wards, in the operating room, on O.B.S., in the morgue, in the classrooms, clinics, and at our social functions-YOU ARE TOPS! TO DR. STEIN: We leave a case of benadryl, neosynephrine nose drops, empirin, and dexamyl to give to future students. TO THE FACULTY: We leave our thanks for seeing us through. TO MISS REILLY AND MISS PERKINS: We leave those 11 p.m. temps! TO MISS PRINDEVILLE: We leave delusions of Surgical 1 overstaffed and with an overflow of empty beds. TO OUR PARENTS: Vile leave our first pay check. TO THE STUDENTS: We leave evening and night duty on B- Medical and Surgical 1-say no more. TO THE FAULKNER SPECIALS: We leave instructions on how to do up a cap to within a reasonable facsimile. TO THE AIDES: We leave the fact that you thought we never noticed those beds you made for us, errands you ran for us, bed pans you carried for us, baths you gave for us, etc.-but we did-Thanks. TO MRS. CRUISE: We leave the premises neat and orderly. TO EVELYN, LAURA, AND ETHEL: We leave our thanks for being so nice these three long years. TO KATHLEEN: We leave our thanks for those midnight meals we stagger up for at 2 a.m. TO THE KITCHEN: We leave a year's supply of steak to be served only on Fridays. TO TI-IE BAKER: We leave the Gastric 2 regime we have to eat when he is ill. TO THE FUTURE YEARBOOK STAFF: We leave long hours of hard labor, hoping your yearbook is as nice as we think ours is.