Henry Ford Hospital School of Nursing - Sonah Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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N A H Class Will WE, THE GRADUATING Class of January, 1932 — being in sound bi)dy and mind (neglecting to mention fallen arches and N. P. tendencies) finding ourselves about to depart this life to the next of two room apartments and pullman kitchens, do therefore make this, our last will and testament. We do hereby will and bequeath in its entirety our deepest appreciation and thanks to the faculty, who have with patience and forebearance guided us through the stormy years. To the Senior Class we leave our most high and exalted place in the universe — with all rights and privileges, joys and sorrows thereunto appertaining. To the Junior Class we leave our round table in the dining room, with all tables adjoining, warning them however, that a reserve sign will be needed to remain in possession of same. To the coming Probationers, with most tender memories, we leave our nice clean rooms. May they keep them thus — (not as we have kept them for the past three years, but rather as we have kept them for the past three months.) Individual members, finding that their miserly instincts and tenacious spirits have led them into collecting more than they can possibly get into their bags, boxes and trunks; do hereby whereas and therefore will the following, rather than throw them down the insinuator — Prugh Chapman leaves all empty mayonaise jars and her passion for blues music to Leela Richards. Helen Morley leaves her ability to sleep 14 hours out of the 24 to Marv Miski- MEN. Doris Woodwark leaves her broad A and her Canadian patriotism to Colette Noel. Enid Cooke wills her abilitv to make nubbins for appendectomies to Ruth Connell. K. Albaugh wills her defense of the South in general and of Washington in particular to Hattie Ware. Helen Skinner leaves the remaining 700 Cal. of the 960 Cal. diet left her by someone in the last class, to Myrtle Yohn. Mildred Sprague wills her sunbaths to Rose Bolotoff. Elizabeth Coltart leaves to Arydth Roney an engraved and autt)graphed plaster cast. Florence Goldshodt leaves to Bertha Alvord her sunny disposition. Eva Logan and Mary Edgerton give their basketball ability to Dorcas Byerly and Dean Cole. Amy Greene leaves her Canadian money and all her complexes to Nina Opper- MAN. Berthhna Oke wills her tall and stately stature to Jean Ramsey. Myra Renwick wills her tap shoes to Rosalinc Schall. Albina White leaves to Wanda Staublin a room and bath on Rl with telephone and radio connections. Meryl Yoder leaves her appendicitis to Catherine Wilson. Aurelia Taylor wills her priority in to possession of the Free Press to Bessie Reichle . Muriel Stevens wills her monopoly of the front sitting room and her rest schedule to Mildred Golick. Barb Sellin leaves her vocal cords to Esther Trodahl. IzzY Jackson wills her curly head to Beryl McMurphy. Margaret Burleigh wills her 9:29 P.M. phone calls to Jean Mugfur. [Contitiiitd on p if c 111] [52]

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N A H Class History HAVING BEEN exilcd from our former halls of learning, sixty-one young girls braved the snowstorm of January 15, 1929 to join the pioneer forces of the Henry Ford Hospital School of Nursing and Hygiene. The gates were thrown wide with guards posted at the portals to salute us. Following a brief interview with one of the chiefs of the tribe, we were guided through miles of underground passageways; each step becoming more and more doubtful if ever again we would see the light of day. At the end of our journey, we were thrust into a cage — a door slammed — a button pushed — up and up we rose. Breathless we stood on the threshold of our new living quarters. Always will the fragrance of sweet peas bring to us the memory of the token of thoughtfulness, which was our first greeting from the tribesman, who had already experienced the strange- ness of new surroundings. Gradually this feeling was overcome and replaced by one of fellowship. Time sped on and our busy lives of classes and study became more or less routine. Yet was there ever before us a great goal, which kindled our enthusiasm. And there were always moments of leisure for outside activities. Anxious to do our bit for the much talked of Sonah, we sold our first candy and hamburgers on April 11th. A few of the tell tale grease spots still remain on the kitchenette ceiling in proof of our efforts. May was the eventful month with probation days drawing to a close and those dreaded examinations just ahead of us. We felt a thrill as we witnessed the graduation exercises of our upper tribesmen. Our voices raised in The Prayer of Thanksgiving before that vast sea of faces, whilst all the time we were trying to remember those twelve cranial nerves for the morrow ' s Anatomy exam. And we appre- ciate the privilege of being presented to Mr. and Mrs. Ford, even though we did have to return those much coveted caps for the second time at the close of the recep- tion. But at last they were ours! May the 22nd was the crowning day and never was organdy finer, daintier, whiter or more appreciated. As work continued through the warm summer months, we yearned for vacations, which we so enjoyed. Our successors arrived on September the 17th and we began to feel like old pioneers and were wont to say Now, when we were probies . Classes were resumed in October and it was not long ' til we celebrated our first anniversary at the Hotel Tuller. The huge birthday cake with its lone candle held a deep significance for us. And as history oft repeats itself, we again found ourselves in the dining-room of the Hotel Tuller, but this time our cake bore two candles, which marked the beginning of the end. Davs in the operating room, delivery room, and clinics have tended to make our last year one of intense interest. And those three weeks of classes — a repetition of our probie days — are not to be forgotten. And that snappy October evening, when we stood round the crackling fire with the aroma of hamburgs, onions and coffee tantaliz- ing us. Could we ever forget it! Dear old Sonah! We, who are about to depart, do so with a feeling of regret. And ever will we look back on those months of work and pleasure with the deepest of satisfaction. Doris Woodwark, ' 32 [51]

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N A H Class Prophecy As I RECLINE here in the shadow of the ancient Sphinx, a feeling of drowsiness comes over me. Through half closed eyes I notice with mterest that a hot Ei ' vptian breeze blowing fitfully about, is now forming pictures in the sand. But how interesting — it is portraying the lives of mv former classmates of training school days. I see Amy Greene as Supt. of Nurses of Dr. Yoakam ' s new Lying In hospital. Muriel is happily married to her Jack, but frequently assists Dr. Thompson in his Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat clinic. Eve Stark and her brother Page are the toast of Broadway with their very original dancing acts. As we all suspected, Margaret Burleigh has thrown her career of nursing to the winds and concentrated on Art. She has just finished an excellent oil painting of Jack Dempsey. There is Dorothy Stewart married to the president of the Edgar Sugar Company, Albina White is now at Columbia University buried in the deepest of books, We are all proud of Albina ' s A.B., B.S., and Ph.D. degrees. Myra Renwick is out west — she married a wealthy ranch owner. Isabel Jackson is Field Representative for the American Journal of Nursing. And surely, you have all read Meryl Yoder ' s book on Copper Country Lore, or The Beauties of Northern Michigan. Doris Woodwark is making a vaudeville tour of the country as a Scotch Im- personator. Buttercup Murney is editor in chief of the College Humor. Barb Sellin is a much talked about, much listened to, and much photographed musical comedy star. Mayme Wood married shortly after she finished training. She is very maternal and matronly with her two sets of twins. Yes, It ' s true, we have an artists model in our midst — it ' s Elizabeth Coltart. Doris Scroggie though she has attained considerable wealth still sells Christmas cards every year. It ' s an old habit of hers, you know. Millie Martin has invented a new electric vibrator for reducing and it is being used all over the country by the stylish stouts. Aurelia Taylor is still in Detroit but, ni)t at an ' of the hospitals — oh no, she ' s running the Detroit Civic Theatre. Margaret McGregor is famous for the specially blended and perfumed face powder which bears her name. Elizabeth Stewart, GeneJantzen and Berthena Oke are travclmg in foreign lands. Eva Erickson is raising the standards of nursing in Montana. Betty Stevenson is assistant supervisor on 1-4. Kay Hall is quite an aviatrix, her next venture will be a (light to South America. Dorothy Haas and Mildred Sprague married a couple of blue bloods and, are now setting the pace of New York ' s 400. For inside information on national affairs write Kay Albaugh. She is special nurse to the president of our United States. Of course you have all read about Helen Morley ' s brilliant marriage to the handsome new Governor General of Canada. Helen Skinner and Prugh Chapman are nursing at a Chinese foreign mission. Helen Sunkel and Florence Goldshodt have gone into Army nursing with much vim, vigor and vitality. Conti)ii (d on pii e HI] [53] W