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

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F4 uphrrg They gave with the info-Boyden was head of a syndicate for advice to the lovelorng Hubbard was manufacturing lollipops for future queensg Cavanagh and Hayward were chief jello- servers at Worcesterg Abrams was selling hot wrought-iron furni- ture-she could get it for you wholesale, Perley and Coit were party investigators-I said no more-it was time to go. I called in to the office to see what was up. They told me to get over to Centre and Allandale: a space ship had crashed into a Cadillac convertible-red. At 10:32 I reached the scene of the accident and crossed No. 9 and No. 19 off my list-Glenna Dixon, blood seeping through her space suit, McWilliams, her nail-polish chipped. I followed the ambulance to the hospital. As I waited in the lobby, I heard the voice over the loud- speaker-paging and paging, talking and talking-No. 14, Fran Kelly, refusing to cease on the grounds that she might be in- terrupted. As I lit a butt for the ambulance driver I discovered her to be No. 4, Alma Cammall-ex-stock car champ and now president of the A.A.A. There were six to go. Suddenly a dark figure approached the front desk- Any business for me? she asked, with a deep, hollow cough. I recognized No. 7, Jean Cox -morgue supervisor. I called her over. She had the information I needed-I had to have it. These are the facts: No. .13, Ronnie Janulewicz, is now chief inspector of all C.D. bottles throughout the greater metropolis, No. 14, Carey Leonard, has just taken flight No. 69 to the North Pole to see Santa Clausg No. 21, Sally Randall, is acting as a blind-for Cupidg No. 22, Lorraine Voisine, is singing and dancing in a French cabaretg No. 24, Pat Winn-married to Eddie-this sounded fishy-I made a mental note to look into it. At 11:03 I left the hospital. A figure was waiting for me at the car. We got in together. At 11:05 I quit the case and became No. 24 on the boss' listg we drove off-both jolly. S igned, jo Deehan 'H .fj T 1, 4 J an f fx X O0 Q I f 9 1 The Supa-vxSov' R0Ywfxe. , fx fQ yi I O O 1 T - 33 iS, ,5 1, R, x 3 t f'Wb'lKQ'.x Sxcf.. 'Nw wa Oxy ', '9 A' 4 1 ld orwe sick Lorraine 2, 6 ki if Q S greedy bllneel 081, I ,Q I- r ,g f L4 rf 42 - I , , Q ,. - N Q G OV-3 lY'!tWxber ifhg 'Poi'

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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.

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6!H55 of 1956 Firff row, left to right: B. Permatteo, M. Seate, C, Metcalf, A. Libby, M. Muirhead. Sefozzd row: E. Robus, N. Amee, K. Hamann, M. Knapp, R. Greaves, A. Shattuck, R Mecagni. Third row: M. McIntyre, E. Hamann, E. Hewitt, M. jankins, M. Moskos, N. Roberts P. Bores. CLASS OFFICERS Prefidezzf .............................................. CAROL METCALF Vire Prefidefzf ............... ......... M ARY LEE SEATE Serorzd Vive Prefidem' ...... ......................... A LMA LIBBY Serrefary .............,.......... ............... B ETTE PERMATTEO Treamref' ...............,... ........ S TEPHANIE MU IRHEAD