James Walker Memorial Hospital School of Nursing - Epitome Yearbook (Wilmington, NC)

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DORA WILLIS SALTER Atlantic, N.C. merry heart doeth good like a medicine. CLASS FLOWER Red Rose CLASS MOTTO It's not the gale but the set of the sails that determines the way we go. vias . f .M JUDITH HERRING WALLEN Richlands, N.C. It is better to wear out in mischief than to rust in being too solemn. M r if X, A it 5' ix 1 S-XQWQX? rr? X jill? . .T 'K N , f I 21

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If 15540 11.7 X BETTY ANN LARKINS Acme, N.C. To gain knowledge is her joy, VI To conquer the task at hand is her watchwordf' XL X X X NANCY RHEA JARMAN Bolton, N.C. Always, Somewhere, There is morning 'UXNSZ Q MINNIE SUE RIVENBARK Statesville, N.C. She is prepared to say her thoughts. 20

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Class History September 3, 1957 -- Memorable day! Farewells, with' a mixture of tears and brave smiles, were said to our de- parting families. We were on our own as we turned and climbed the endless stairs leadingto our small, bare Cyellowj rooms on the top floor of the Nurse's Home. What a mix- ture of emotions wefelt as, on this day, we began our nursing careers--5 eagerness, pride, elation, fright, but with un- certainty outweighing them all. Uncertainty! It loomed before us as books were handed out, welcome speeches made, expectations mounted, and as the lonely nights fell and we found ourselves staring out our windows at glaring streetlights and the unfriendly cupola of the hospital roof - not the friendly old oak tree outside our own bedroom window back home. Books, books, books! Having just been introduced to Nursing Arts, Pharmacology, Nutrition, Anatomy and Physi- ology, Microbiology, and Uncle Zeb Calong with numerous othersj, we were put to work on the floor - with many mis- givings on our part Cand l'm sure, also on the part of our educators!D. Here, old Mr. Uncertainty made his appear- ance again. We blushed at the thought of asking our patient if she had been to the bathroom today - and we'd never be guilty of entering a room while our patient was bathing! Somehow we managed that first day to get our water pitchers filled Candafew urinals filled with ice water and flowers! and our linen folded with no serious mishaps. The linen closet was our favorite hideaway - no doctor would think of looking for anurse in there! - and that monstrous black object on the desk which kept ringing was strictly taboo! Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. We studied, made beds, studied, emptied bedpans, studied, and filled morewater pitchers. We glowed with pride when some of our idols - our doctors - began to learn our names -g we were really becoming part of the hospital scene. We were filled with both pride and humility as we kneeled on May 23, 958 at the Presbyterian Church to have Miss Britt place 1 our heads that niece of starched white cloth that means much to us. Vacation follow:-, and we returned to a summer of our f tsolid eight hour Q- ts. The fact that we had no classes w -x