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

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Hzsfvry The summer was here and as we feared night duty was assigned to us Some in the O.R. then started, others on vacations departed, work relief the rest of us must Remember the days on Chapin House roof, the sunburns and tans that we sought Or the cool summer evening we'd sit up there and sing, drink punch, eat crackers, or talk September was coming, we were all back together, and mighty glad of it too For our wing bands were placed on our caps with care, they made us a bit prouder 'tis true But, a change had been made, we were no longer probes who were lower than a worm For the new class had entered, around them attention centered, at initiation we tried to be stern Classes again we started quite soon, Orthopedics, First Aid, and O.B. We studied for finals and passed them all too, in Gyn., E.N.T. and V.D. A dance, we decided, was just the thing to liven up the fall To Finstien's Party House we went, and believe me we all had a ball Card parties and food sales began to blossom to bring our class some money There are memories sad and memories bright but most of them are funny Remember Moskos and her cigar and Rosie pushing commodes down the hall? Nat and the punch bowl, the Ajax shampoos. These things we'll treasure most of all Again it was March and our class must soon part for Worcester C.H. and Haynes Cleaning our closets, packing our clothes, what to do with this junk, racked our brains Now write every week, call when you're home, and come to Student meetings We said goodbye with smiles and sighs, inside our hearts were beating Worcester was first for some of us with its keys, locked doors, and Big Ben Children's was next, divided dosages and charts. We worked hard but those kids kind of crept into our hearts To Haynes, another challenge to conquer, senior bands we now wore, underclassmen no longer February our senior year half over, we were together again with lots of gossip to cover Night duty, relief, relief and more nights But one consolation, Graduation in sight Yearbooks, uniforms, and pay those back dues It takes work, we found out, to change to whites from those blues Our prom, Baccalaureate, Banquet, and then . . . We'll stand all in white together again For the last time? Well, maybe, but we'll always remember Our graduation on the twelfth of September.

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Glass by Mary Lee Seate September 8, 1953, the day our training started Dressed to kill I can see us still, and those boxes and cases we carted. The door of Chapin was open wide to greet us on that day We met our instructors, had our tea, and settled down to stay Our parents gone, our bags unpacked, friendships began to be made When all of a sudden, from out in the hall a shrill loud call Air Raid This was the start of initiation, three days we'll never forget Our air raid bags were full of things, you remember, I bet! When an upperclassman yelled air raid we emptied our bags on the floor Bowed three times with the bags o'er our heads, oh, our knees were so sore But seriousgclasswork the next week we started, with enthusiasm we were bursting Physiology, Anatomy, Chemistry, Labs, and of course History of Nursing Our uniforms we began to wear which to nursing made us quite adept But with glittering white, aprons, and spanking new shoes-something was missing-a cap. It had to be earned and fought for, our instructors and big sisters would say And when discouragements came, we'd hold back those tears and try to think of it that way. On the wards we went as brave and as bold as a mouse in a lion's den Those first beds we made will never be made quite that way again It wasn't all work and worry as from this account one might assume There was the spaghetti dinner, card parties, glee club, and the dance in Chapin Living room. Those Friday night trips to Hancock, the night we saw La Rosa The impromptu trips to the shower-with clothes on-oh, to live those days over A vacation at Christmas, then back to work, to study, to cram, and review What happened to those next few months, my gosh, how fast they flew The work before capping, will, you ever forget the exams and procedures to pass The retakes, the tears, the smiles and the cheers, we never thought we'd last But Friday, February 26, it rained like blazes that night Twenty white caps placed on twenty proud heads, you never saw such a sight We breathed a long sigh of silent relief as our candles were lit by Miss Winn Dear God, we prayed, youve granted us caps, now please help us to earn our pins The next four months were busy ones with classes and working till seven Then study, proctor, shine shoes, wash clothes, and lights out byleleven But it was over quite quickly for 'twas soon june. With our prom to look forward to The excitement that night as we tried to look just right in our gowns of pink, yellow and blue.

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Elass We, the Class of 1956 of the Faulkner Hospital School of Nursing, being of sound mind and body do hereby declare our last will and testament. To The Faulkner we leave, proud to say, I am a Faulkner graduate. To Miss Hennik we leave our admiration and respect of the high standards which she has set for us. To Miss Norton we leave our sincerest thanks for all she has done for us. To the Faculty we leave with our gratitude for seeing us through. To our parents we leave our first pay check. To the supervisors we leave a pair of roller skates and a bottle of patience pills. To Dr. Stein we leave all our sore throats and headaches with thanks for curing us. To Miss Allen we leave a new student infirmary. To the graduates we leave the undergraduates to take our place. To the students we leave saying, Hold your head up high. To the doctors, residents, and medical students we leave with all the knowledge you have so earnestly tried to instill in us. To Mrs. Cruise we leave with the hope that we haven't caused too many gray hairs. To the maids we leave with our overflowing ash trays and waste paper baskets. To the Faulkner Aid we leave with our appreciation for the Friday afternoons spent at the Symphony. Patricia Borges leaves her quiet, peaceful manner to Patricia Coony and Barbara Lord.