Flower Hospital School of Nursing - Creed Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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emhfz Z9 by The Howling Highland Ghost. It has been many a year since I thought of the class of 55 . Known for a long time as the dirty dozen, but ending with the exemplary eleven. Well, as I heard last, Esther Benton is now married and has about seven kids, by George! But professionally she is a leading allergy specialist, mostly practical experience. She wasn't the only one caught by the well known Cupid Caper, there was Jeanette Chambers married nowto the director of Julliard School of Music. She herself has contributed a great deal to the musical world by having music boxes installed in all the Bellevue ambulances to keep the drivers calmed down. Miss Paula Fiser is the only woman in the world to have attained the title of Admiral of the Fleet.'She has traveled through every major city in the world. Let it be said that Paula is the only sailor who can't swim, but confidently she got her position by being elected the girl most sailors would like to set up sail boating with. It seems that girls run in pairs for there was another woman of the world, Lieutenant First Class Peggy Rose Knepper. Lt. Knepper has set the record of having gone sky high, at least having gone to the moon to set up the first nursing school there. Let it be said that she is a pioneer in her field. By way of the grapevine we understand that Joyce Walter is to become the wife of a professor at Wayne University where she has been Director of Nurs- ing Education for the past few years. Joyce says that she will retire to home- making after the wedding. It has been known for many years that Darlene Rudolph's ambition in life was to become the worldliest woman in thewhole world. She has resigned her position as Obstetric charge nurse and student instructor at Providence Lying-in-hos- pital to work on breaking all the worldly woman records by doing vast research in that field. Remember Virginia Nehrig, well despite all her social activities, she is now a frustrated old maid, holding the Director of Nursing position at a Coast Guard base hospital. She hasn't given up yet though. Good luck, Ginny! The last we've heard from Jo Anne Martin she's doing very well teaching fine Southern women home economics, a sideline after her retirement as a commissioned Naval officer. Since she was such animmaculate housekeeper in training no doubt she'll do a fine job. Prohibition is in full force again with lla St. John behind it all. She's selling tea. I-Ier own: a regime to put Lipton plus the malt and yeast chemists out of business. Charlene Sparks has replaced Molly Mayfair's column in the Blade by popu- lar demand with a column on advice to the Lovelorn. Charlene attributes her knowledge in this field to practical experience. Did you ever see the T.V. program Emy Sisbasin, R.N. ? Well they tell me Carol Smith plays the major role, besides caring for her seven daughters of which she and her husband are quite proud. Here endeth the reading of the Howling Highland Ghost.

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Ph . it s 2-'er -- 5- ii. I' I y- , endow . 1 i G A I It shall be said that this be the last will and testa- ment of the class of l955 of the Flower Hospital School of Nursing: I, Charlene Sparks, will the drudge of my daily home duties to my little sis, Pat Williamson. I, Peg Knepper,will the absence of one certain bad habit to Norma Capaul. I, Jo Martin, will the title of the girl with bed- room eyes to Lois Fey. I, Joyce Walter, gladly will 3-ll on second north to any junior who welcomes it with open arms. I, lla St. John, will the bruises I acquired on Dis- trict to Lois Warner. I, Jeanette Chambers, will my ability of fabrication to Caroline Brugger. I, Esther Benton, will by eczema and various sun- dry allergies to Marilyn Welch. I, Paula Fisher, will my DA haircut and figure to Zaiga Ozolins. I, Carol Smith, will my ability to sleep at any time to Janet Sawyer. I, Ginny Nehrig, will my great power of worrying to my little sis's, Lee, Mert, and Ramona. l, Darlene Rudolph, will my red nose to Janie Gra- ber. EURQ, mmiigi, as 'ga 10

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fs' 1 . 4-N ... ' f'i l9 4 'L' V J + L L ' 1 4-r l l I C It all started in the fall of 1952 when 30 young girls, just out of high school, decided to make nursing their career, by enrolling in Flower Hospital School of Nursing. Of course, we all had our dreams of the women in white , but we soon found that it wasn't all glory, Our 4 basic nursing subjects were taken at Toledo University together with getting a slight preview of nursing procedures at the hospital in the evenings. Believe me we were a busy group cramming for exams and all of the time trying to adjust to the profession in general. This all passed soon though and then came the big event we had been striving for, Capping. Through the efforts of Miss Rees and Miss Rehklau this was an occasion we will remember forever. By this time we were having several classes at the hospital and working 4 hours on the floor very proudly displaying our newly earned caps. Little by little we began to assume much more responsibility as freshmen, than as probies, gradually slipping into our junior year. Then the second year rolled around, the green edge had dulled a little and we were well on the road. One by one our class dwindled to an even dozen. It was an anxious time proving ourselves worthy of the trust placed in us by our instructors, doctors, and our parents. It was a year of study but not without a little fun, Charlene Sparks was elected Queen of our Rhapsody in Blue dance and Peggy Knepper was Miss Student Nurse of Toledo, 19 54. So with our working and playing we reached the third year. At long last we are on the home stretch. 1955 secured anillusion to usthat first year in training. We've had lots of fun and work on this long journey and now it's about to end for some or open a new door for others. This year has been the rounding out of our careers with affiliations at both Childrens Hospital and Toledo State Hospital. These are days we'll never forget nor want to. Now in these final days we are looking toward graduation, the Junior Senior Prom and finally a white uniform topped with a black banded cap. With diplomas in our hands, this poem might well be remembered: You to the left and I to the right, For the ways of men must sever-- And it well may be for a day and a night, And it well may be forever. But whether we meet or whether we part flior our ways are past our knowingj A pledge from the heart to its fellow heart HERE'S LUCK! For we know not where we are going. Whether we win or whether we lose With the hands that life is dealing, It is not we nor the ways we choose But the fall of the cards that's sealing. There 's a fate in Life and a fate in fight, And the best of us all go under-- And whether we're wrong or whether we're right, We win, sometimes to our wonder. . .5 , V- 'i - ,l Q V :L . A w iXig'g'f,f ...I With a steady swing and an open brow We have tramped the ways together, But we're clasping hands at the crossroads now In the Fiend's own night for weather, And whether we bleed or whether we smile ln the leagues that lie before us, The ways of life are many a mile And the dark of fate is o'er us. A And a cheer for the dark before us! You to the left and I to the right, For the ways of men must sever, And it well may be for a day and a night And it well may beforever! But whether we live or whether we die fFor the end is past our knowingj, Here's two frank hearts and an open sky, Be a fair or ill wind blowing! HERE'S LUCK! hr S' gif?