Iowa Lutheran Hospital School of Nursing - Sola Fide Yearbook (Des Moines, IA)

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SHIRLEY ANN ELSEN He is happy who knows his good fortune, DORTHEA THOMPSON All things are less dreadful than iieviseems SENSIS EETADP EET A OE NEW LRP LEM WIM FEY RAE BOW NY PONY MY NEDMELUE LPOG SPEC MEORY DN PRENTTYTS TOT UAE YOTITL ATE GRETCHEN HOLT CALDWELL Who loves me, follows me. RUTH ELAINE RAY Better ask ten times than go as- tray once,

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MAXINE EGELAND What I don't know doesn't worry me. ARLOENE McGOWAN YUNGCLAS A virtuous wife is a crown to her husband. AGNES VIRGINIA COLE Who rises late must trot all day. NANCY RUTH BUSE Boldness has genius, power and magic in it,” ee ee ee ee eee

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CLASS HISTORY On a bright, sunshiny Sunday afternoon September 14, 1952 forty-five young, inexperienced and enthusiastic nurses-to-be met for the first time. The first few weeks were spent getting acquainted with each other and the city of Des Moines. Many hours were spent in orientation into a school of nursing by our professional director, Miss Freden. Then came the classes, and there were many, and the study hours at night, housemothers peeking { around the door to see if we were alone and studying. Finally, from nine to ten o'clock would come our hour of freedom and the parties and gaiety--then back to our rooms and to bed for our much needed rest, At Grand View Col- lege, after the long walk (or hitch-hiking), we learned the anatomy of the human as well as the cat. Patient Mr. Jessen sometimes had to put up with prankish students. At the hospital classes we were learning the basic prin- ciples of nursing under Miss Osterlund and Mrs. Boehm. Nursing arts lab, patient practicing and demonstration taught us to a little more calm and collected when we placed our first bedpan, gave our first bath, and our first hypo. Mrs. Chase proved to be one of our best friends, and we had to replace the original with a new and fancier one. That first year was a com- bination of homesickness, studying, praying we wouldn't fail, and parties to lighten the burdens we found confronting us. On May 29, 1953, came a day we had long dreamed about. With candles in hand and the Florence Nightingalé Pledge firm in our minds- we hoped- we received our long- coveted caps from our big 'sisters.'! After an all too short vacation we began our junior year and what is termed ''the junior slump.'' We learned what splits were, and I'm sure no one will forget how to give p.m. cares. Between working hours we dashed off to class and attempted to absorb all the knowledge the doctors and nurses could impart. One of our classes was at Mercy Hospital and after pounding corridors all morning, the hill looked long and steep. This was the year we began departments and learned what an Allis was, how to give a baby bath, and the noisy clatter of D.K. For three months at Knoxville we walked through tunnels, jingling our keys, and learned what a schizophrenic was and how to establish rapport. Here many of us not only learned to care for psychiatric patients, but also became more mature and learned that life was a complex thing that gave back only what you put into it. Then we were seniors! This was the climax of our education and we began taking things more seriously in preparation for State Boards and the responsibilities of the graduate. Our class became a more closely knit unit, and plans began forming for our future. Wedding plans were made by many, Deloria Jacobson and Arloene Yunglas taking the lead. Remember the nights we would sit up late having serious discussions or laughing hilar - iously until Mother Hough sent us to our rooms. Senior classes began, and a last minute flurry of book reports and care studies were seen on desks, and we were busy tying up the loose ends. Graduation night came at last and with the pride and happiness in being a graduate nurse came the tears of parting. Three years of work, worry, laughter, and comradeship made nurse's training at ILH a time to be long remembered.