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

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CLASS WILL We, the beaten, battered, and bedpan spattered class of 1955, being of questionable morals and unsound mind do hereby declare this our last will and testament. We solemnly bequeath our flat feet, varicosities, ragged uniforms, baggy hose and smelly shoes to the simple and niave class of 1956, hop- ing they will ultimately follow in our most revered footsteps: Janice Jergensen leaves her faithful friend in need, the enema can, to whomever it may concern, As a bonus, several jars of mag. sulfate. Deloria Jacobsen and Arloene Yungclas will their happy married life to Shirley McClain and Sally Wayt. Better settle down girls--it's later than you think, Frances Juon leaves her keen sense of hearing to those in the junior class who enjoy fruit cake and beer, Phyllis Larson leaves her worn out diets and hip pounding exercises to Jean Tingwald--need we say more? Maxine Egeland leaves her scores of admirers to Helen Gade in hopes that she will keep the flame of freedom burning on 5th floor. I, Lois Reese, do will my non-cooked eggs and spilled peas to Sarah Morlan, and remember girls, sex appeal can do a lot. Thelma Blohm leaves her thyroid pills to Idella Ernst--live it up kid! Norma Decker leaves her broken engagements and worn out frater- nity pins to Mindy Foege. Lets hope you find the right one too. Jeanne Davidson leaves her bedroom eyes to Ruth Borkowski. May you use them wisely. I, Gretchen Caldwell, do will my aches and pains to Bonnie Noland. You've got a good start Bonnie. Dorthea Thompson leaves her incentive to lose weight to Ann Mumm. Knoxville is sure inspiring. Lillian Finke leaves her overflowing tove for ILH to the class of 1956. Use it sparingly--there's not enough to go around, Nancy Burghoffer leaves her spicy temper to Martha Gilbert. Ann Drake leaves her ever present coke bottle to Collen Stolk. We'll throw the dictaphone in for kicks. Handle with care! Norene Rains leaves her way with the interns to the grads--it's legal then. Nancy Gilland, leaves her flowers tc Janet Fosmark in exchange for romantic poetry. Ruth Ray leaves her split-second grasp of a situation to Renelda Behrens. Never be afraid to ask questions! Irene Jorgensen leaves her fair complexion with it's tell-tale blush to Shirley Osterman who has a healthy blush of her own, Nancy Buse leaves her stock of combs to Penny Ohs. They're as good as new, Dorothy Carlson leaves her well-worn path to Iowa City to Janyce Dove in hopes she will keep the trail well-traveled. Agnes Cole leaves her vim, vigor, and vitality to Minyon Frost A bottle of vitamin pills to help you get out of bed. Shirley Elsen leaves her map of Ankeny to Irene Buche just in case she wants to explore the place for new prospects. Marge Erickson leaves her rowdy and boisterous way to Marla Hoodjer. It's not raining inside tonite, I, Maurine Fast, do will my fits of black dispair to Charlene Ras- mussen and some laughing gas to tide you over the rough spots. 14

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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.

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Bev Hockel leaves her blond pony-tail to Winnie Hartman, Try light and bright for a change. Betty Jones leaves her noted article on the ''Techniques of Hitch- hiking'' to Emily Holley who can make use of it when her favorite blue convertible runs out of gas. Lydia Schick wills her ''flat bustedness'' to Naomi Poegler. Do you get the point? Jeannine Barry wills her vacation days in Colorado and four easy piano lessons of how to play the ''Crazy Otto'' to Roberta Nissen. Joyce Mumme leaves her recurring romances ! to Roberta Scott. Don't be bitter Bobbie. Betty Bryant leaves but gladly, the trials and tribulations of the senior class presidency to Shirley Rexroat. Marrietta Eckley leaves her infectious giggle to Sharon Mathias. That's a lot to live up to but you're well on the way. Marilyn Walmer leaves her extrovertive personality along with the ability to get the most out of living to Joanne Beggs. Barbara McMorris leaves her staunch and unfailing allegiance to the fat girls club to Pat Peterson. Nobody loves a fat girl. Ruth Thalacker leaves her honorable title of ''Parson ! to Arlynne Turnquist, Amen. Ruthie Branstad leaves her interest in the farm markets to Joanne Cooper. Watch the price of oats girls--you may get a ring too! Betty Kay Picket leaves her broken appointments at the beauty shoppe to Karyl Lutkavish. Seems you have more courage than Betty Kay! Mary Scott wills her devotion to ''one man to Joyce Graeber. Nuff said, Martha Van Soelen leaves her carefree ways to Nancy Fevold. What a combination--you'll be loaded kid! Drawing near the end of this document and finding ourselves bankrupt we leave--to Charlotte Cline, Charlene and Ann Marie Burgesen what ever may remain of ILH--handle with care--there's not much left. 4)