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

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H 611155 On September 5, 1956, almost three years to date Forty youngsters entered Chapin to learn their fate. There were tall ones, short ones, skinny ones and plump ones Page boys, feather cuts, pixies and buns. T Each however looked the same in the face, With eyes which asked, Is this to be my base? Big sisters smiled in a knowing way, For only they knew the price that we must pay. Then all of a sudden it seemed all were gone. Alone each felt: Moms and Dads had drifted along. To our rooms we were shown with enough luggage to choke a horse, Of which clothes, stuffed animals, and food were the source. Unpacked we did in a hesitant way, asking ourselves how we ever got here For in all our plans for our chbsen career we forgot to include Mom and Dad wouldn't be near. To supper we traveled like a herd of starved cattle Engaging in what is known as girl's idle prattle. A talent show was our next new endeavor. We found that our class was really quite clever. Duckwalking, bedstripping, bowing to upperclassmen Was all a part of initiation from them. Our first night at Chapin we'll never forget, Not a one of us slept: This you can bet. Next morning at 6:30 we all did arise, Our career had begun is what we surmised. The classroom awaited with books to be read All those in six months?, is what we then said. All those and then some, came the voice of our leader, Mrs. Martin of course, this is how we did meet her. Introductions to courses, for now we must work We had a job that we just couldn't shirk. For the next six months oh how we did study For hours at night, alone in a group or with a buddy. Then came finals just before capping

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CAROL SNYDER 84 Vine Street Reading, Mass. July 14, 1938 A peaceful life just toil and rest. With a twinkle in her eyes and a song on her lips, Snyde has provided us with many a laugh. Have you done any ap- pendectomies lately? A search party arises when Carol can't be found. In her jovial manner and carefree way Carol will long ring through the years of all our minds. Love Is a Many Splendored Thing usullyn IANICE EMERSON TOHER 36 Blake Street Newtonville, Mass. March 8, 1938 To attain the highest good. . . Snyd PATRICIA ANN SULLIVAN 176 Garden Street Fall River, Mass. February 11, 1932 I have a mind myself. . . ' Sully, our female casanova has kept many of us on pins and needles waiting for the final blow to a fantastic story. Never a dull moment with Pat around. Her conversational ability has no takers in competition. Samba, Tango, or Rumba, anyone? With her overwhelming wit and power to excel we are sure she will have no trouble in the years to come. Accentuate the Positive Hi, there is a familiar phrase from Ian on her way in or out. Toher seems to be always on the go. The meeting will now come to order As president of Student Association she was outstanding. Dream Jan's poise and graciousness will carry her far on the ladder of success. H W . ,, . ulanll

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p. Hi tory Q fi w Not much time could be found for napping. How we would pass them we weren't quite sure. It seemed to be more then we could endure. But passed them we did and to our surprise Up the aisle of capping we did rise. With blessings from our parents and friends We received our caps to tie up loose ends. Two weeks vacation was upon us at last. As soon as it started it seemed it had passed. Back to classes and work we did march, With bibs and caps which were really quite starched. The next six months was spent mostly on days, with relief and nights next to come our way. The D. K. , O. R. and Obs were the following stops With affiliations in sight to be our future hops. From a plain white cap to two wing bands we flew In the fall of 57 with thirty two as our crew. To C. H. and Worchester with a trunk load of ownings From many were heard anxiety moanings. Peter Bent Brigham for only six weeks Gave us the chance to do nursing at its peak. With two and a half years stacked up behind us There were six months left to fly by like dust. Senior classes began, six weeks to a section And along with all this came senior election. Vacations began and weddings of classmates While others began their setting of dates. A shower was given for those being married All of us there and oh how we tarried. The summer flew by with only weeks 'til graduation That day we'll remember 'til the end of creation. Our mission accomplished, our goal now attained, The memories of training, our standards maintained. The joys and hardships we've gone through together Will be with usalways 'til the day before never. So to Faulkner we hail for three years of living Where we learned in this world there's more joy in giving