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

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MESSAGE FRQM THE SENIOR CLASS PRESIDENT 5 To the graduates of I955 . . . September 3rd is a great day in all our lives. It is the day we become graduate nurses. We have traveled a long rough road together in the last three years but our reward in the end cannot be told in words. On graduation day, when we are pinned, each will go her separate way but the friends and experiences of training will be cherished by each one of us for many years to come. . In our future nursing careers we will be serving all over the world in many different fields of nursing. We will be working side by side with nurses of a different race, color, and creed, wearing a different cap. Yet our goal will be the same-that of boundless service to the sick. Before I end this short message, I would like to leave this thought with you: lt is the ever present smile, the straightening of a pillow, the comforting words in time of need that instinctively drives the sick to call nurse during the long night. i Your senior class president, M. JEAN MONCEY

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NANCIE WOODBURY BUCK 148 Woburn Street Reading, Massachusetts December 29, 1934 Hey, quiet you kids, I've got to get my eight hours. . . . That's no one but Nancie talking and she's one person for whom beauty sleep really works. Here is the problem kid herself . . . especially other people's problems. Any time we feel blue we iust talk to Nance. She may not solve them but she always makes us feel much better. Speaking of morale boosting plans . . . how about all those G.l.'s who were lucky enough to receive her most interesting book- length letters? Will we ever forget the night she resorted to throwing stones? The Florida sunshine looks so inviting to Nancie, but we've got a good bet on that some lucky man will change some of those ideas-a career or a family? My thoughts are my own, a penny cannot buy them. IIJOII 4 Nance JOAN LOUISE CONDRON 530 Walpole Street Norwood, Massachusetts September 7, 1934 Hey, Jo, will you do a poster? That familiar request always finds Joan with a willing smile and brush in hand. Her artistic ability shows no bounds, as can be seen between the covers of this annual. Among her favorite pastimes are creating new fashions, driving her Plymouth, and writing to Wes. Hating to rise in the morning and being late are typical of Jo. Once the day is established we can usually find her in a state of euphoria until the wee hours of the morning. Her scholastic ability should be of great aid to her future teaching career. We are sure that Jo will be successful in this field with her never forgotten photogenic mind. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.