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

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CLASS PROPHEC Y We, the class of 1957 of the Faulkner Hospital School of Nursing, do make this our prophecy and may it be held as such. The year is 1961, four years have passed since we all stood together for the last time receiving our diplomas and about to go our separate ways. The time has come to inquire as to the happenings and whereabouts of my classmates. My first stop -was at New York at the Syracuse Hospital where I found Miss Elizabeth Adshead as Principal of the School of Nursing. By her position it was evident that Miss Adshead had come a long, long way since graduation. It was here that I learned of the former Miss Beverly Prescott. It seems that Miss Prescott and her husband run a farm in Penn. They h.ave made their farm the headquarters for the Animal Rescue League. Here they have Be Kind to Animal Week, every day. My next stop was at Conn. where I found myself at the doorway of one of the wealthiest homes there, which is now the happy abode of the one-time Miss Patricia Jenner, now the wife of one of the nation's greatest surgeons. She informed me that several of my classmates were in the Boston area so I made that my next stop. Stopping at Faulkner, I found that Miss Gail Perchway, noted for her infallible love of night float duty, was now official night float with two meager reliefs to her credit. It was while talking to Miss Mary Ewins, now Medical Supervisor and oc- casional relief float, that I learned of the exploits of Miss Kay Doherty, who has always been so enthralled with medicine and its attributes particularly on B Medical. Miss Doherty was now in her fourth year of Pre-Med School at B.U. My next stop was at B.L.I. where I found Miss Bethy johnson heading the O.B.S. department. Oh, how Miss johnson loved those babies! The next destination was the home of Miss Mary Nevers in Bellingham, now the wife of an Army man. Nursing as a preparation for marriage was certainly true I discovered, as I met each of her four children. It was she who informed me of the whereabouts of Miss Joanne O'Day now doing duty in the far off Islands of Samoa and Guam. I was then off to Wellesley and found myself

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WILL 1 I I S l l I 1. M To the Faulkner Aid we leave our thanks for all they have done for us. Beth Adshead leaves the memories of three of the best years of her life to future students. Charlotte Conry leaves twenty-five pounds to the DK. Pat Cooney leaves her chewing gum to Muriel Lowther. Kay Doherty leaves her can of midnight oil to Betsy Doyle and Shirley Ferguson. Mary Ewins leaves on time!! Pat Jenner leaves her height to Ann Leslie. Bethy johnson leaves her squeek to anyone who is mouse enough to take it. Barbara Lewis leaves her dislike for men to jean Colley. Carol Lewis leaves her noise to Mary Gavin. Roberta Locke leaves her tidy room to Fran Mooney and joan Dodkin. Barbara Lord leaves her furs to Ginny Flynn. Ethel Munchback leaves her supply of men to the bunnies Barbara Neiderberger leaves the Health Clinic to Sally Peters. Mary Nevers leaves her ability to sleep between classes to Olga Maranian. Joanne O'Day leaves a box of English muffins to joan Lennon. Norma Penrod leaves her coffee pot to the underclassmen during finals. Gail Perchway leaves her curly hair to Barbara Schelfhaudt. Beverly Prescott leaves her household appliances to Chapin House. Sylvia Smith leaves her trim figure to those unfortunates who are over- weight. Signed: Norma Penrod Roberta Locke Witnessed by: Kay Doherty Joanne O'Day if

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driving along a winding driveway leading to the home of our once Miss Roberta Locke, now the wife of one of the nation's leading epidermiologists. After a delightful talk with my hostess in one of her spacious drawing rooms, I proceeded on to Worcester State Hospital where I found Miss Barbara Niederberger just coming from duty as day nurse on Washburn Three. And to think that none of us ever took Barbara seriously when she expressed her love for Psychi.atric Nursing. But I'm afraid that the Navy is moving in rather rapidly. She informed me of Miss P. Cooney's latest exploits as a private scrub nurse for one of the leading brain surgeons . . . Dr. Graymatter. Industrial nursing was well represented in the person of Miss C. Conry at her job in the National Biscuit and Arrowroot Company. After talking to Charlotte I then proceeded to the home for Neurotic Individuals run by Miss B. Lewis in New Hampshire. It was evident that she had dedicated her life to the study of neurosis, a better cause could not be found. As I was saying goodbye to Barbie I heard the drone of a jet plane that carried Miss Carol Lewis as chief flight nurse. You might say that Carol was engaged in wide- spread Public Health. My next stop was at the home of Miss Norma Penrod, now the wife of the Edison Co.'s most important light bulb tester. I found her and her three little sockets, well and happy. En route to Boston I stopped in at the National Orthopedic Mattress Co. and found Miss E. Munchback working as chief mattress tester. To say that she was lying down on her job is perfectly truthful and also legal. Here I learned of the wonderful job Miss Barbara Lord was doing as National Recruiter for Student Nurses, in the Greater Boston area. More than half of 1961's entrants were due to Miss Lord's perseverance. My last stop was to Western Union to send a telegram to Miss Sylvia Smith for being re-elected to the position of publisher of that great magazine, The Aluminum Autoc1ave in Washington. This concluded the last of my exploits concerning the whereabouts and happenings of my classmates. It was evident that all had succeeded in reaching their goals-The Prophecy had come true.