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

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ill INDIVIDUAL LISTINGS AVIS ABRAMS: leaves her scintillating personality and vocabu- lary to Louise Gomez. BEVERLY BAKER: leaves her bleeding and clotting time to Anne Walsh. PRISCILLA BOYDEN: leaves her arias in the shower to Bette Smith. ALMA CAMMALL: leaves her frequently used poster paints to joan Condron. KATHLEEN CAVANAGH: leaves her raw coffee to anyone who wants it. ROSALIE COIT: leaves her Bible to Frances Skilling. REGINA COX: leaves her bed in order to graduate. JOANNE DEEHAN: leaves her fidelity to one man to Rena Metcalf. PATRICIA HAYWARD: leaves her seat at Chapin House piano to Beverly MacGinnis. PAULA HUBBARD: leaves her pigmented probiscus to Bessie McLeod. VERONICA JANULEWICZ: leaves her Un Bel Di. FRANCES KELLY: leaves her gift of gab to June Edmunds. KAROL KENNERSON: leaves her footpath to the Health Clinic to Donna Drinan. BARBARA KILBURN: leaves her famous blush to Greta Nord- quist. CAREY LEONARD: leaves her overcrowded date schedule to Nancy Buck. BARBARA MAGEE: leaves with her souvenir from Nahant. LETITIA MCXVILLIAMS: leaves her champagne, Cadillac, and orchid dates to Anne Knudsen. DOROTHY PERLEY: leaves her title of the prettiest girl in the class to Marianne Morrill. SALLY RANDALL: leaves her determination and pluck to Jean Moncey. LORRAINE VOISINE: leaves her savoir faire to Kathleen LeCocq. MARJORIE WHEELER: leaves her syncope in the O.R. to Beverly Strayton. PATRICIA WINN: leaves her effervescent personality to Lor- raine Smigliani. Signed in Sweat, Blood and Tears by Wilnerred by: Joanne Gafflafld Joanne Deehan Glenna Dixon Jean Cox Nw xws Ka-He '5 N 'INT C5 i LJQ'l'C.Ys O ul! 'Rosalh r Gm f Q Si? Q Lgxxb, 5Wxoklvx3,' C Oxke MQY I. IBQYYYJVJ To

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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.

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Male 1, H G ripe .I Carey , ,, 1 gf .iffy ff '11, , 1 ' f ff If 'Ny A Q X .A-I X 1 ff .i f K X 1 ff .A ,' ,f 4 I V. , The Queen QQ l'le0.vxS Magee ':'3i?.?i' 5:5 i 1 ' if 3 SIB!-I -SML F -A-Slrxnxovx 'P ldft 'fish 2 5 xQ sl ftfo T lvxo be -Do Nic .. 1 Gia On the 5th day of September, 1964, my boss called me into the office. Jo, he said, I've got a big case for you to work on right away. He handed me a list of twenty-three names and said bluntly, I want the facts, Jo, nothing but the facts. At 9:02 I left my office and headed uptown, I needed a car- bad. At 9:05 I saw it-a neon sign- U Drive It. I had a hunch this was it, and the hunch paid off when I was con- fronted by No. 10 on my list, jo Garland-slickest used car operator in town, and her partner in the deal, Bev Baker-a pretty, husky-voiced dish, but dynamite under the hood. After one glance I saw this was No. 2. They were both friendly and casual, but I suspected they were hiding something. Then I saw it-the corner of a letter was sticking out of Baker's back pocket. Glancing down, I made out the address of a shady cafe, on the waterfront. At 9:15 I climbed into my car. At 9:23 I drew up in front of the place. It was dark inside but I knew they were there, all right. I entered, sauntered up to the bar and ordered my usual-hot milk. There stood No. 17, Barbie Kilburn, shaking a fast milk- shake behind the bar. She gave me the eye-I understood. I wheeled about and caught No. 23, Margie Wheeler, about to pick my pocket. What d'ya want, ma'm? I muttered between clenched teeth. I gotta have a match, just gotta have a match. As I reached for a match, No. 18 and No. 16, Barb Magee and Rick Kenerson closed in. I knew they were the ringleaders- they had rings on their fingers. I got out fast-through the rear door. I made my way back to the car-it was occupied. I climbed in uneasily-there were five in the back and two in the front--I knew I was not alone. In the rear-view mirror I made out the forms of numbers 3, 12, 1, 20, and 6. A glance to the side re- vealed No. 5 and No. 11. They were taking me for a ride. At 9:55 we arrived at our destination-Howard Johnsons We filed in one by one and arranged ourselves around a booth. I broke the silence- I need the facts, girls, nothing but the facts.