Lakeview Hospital School of Nursing - Annual Yearbook (Danville, IL)

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TI-IE ANNUAL SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY It was the hour when the mystic Spirit of Night hovers over the world: the last rosy tint of day was slowly fading in the western sky, and the stars were blossoming out, one by one. I sat at my window dreaming of the Class of 1921, as a bright gleam- ing star appeared, the Spirit of Night whispered softly, That is the star of Destiny for the Class of 1921, the large luminous star of Destiny. The smaller stars which are soon to appear are the destinies of the members of that class. There, that bright twinkling star is A. Kedas, the Lady of the Laboratory. The small, dancing one in the Southwest, is R. Ouderkirk, the wife, and so busy she even forgets to change her mind. The one ap- pearing high above your head is O. Thornburg, the surgical supervisor of the Indianapolis City Hospital. By this time night was advancing so rapidly and the stars appeared in such quick succession that Night pointed to each one as she told this story. Yes, E. Clem and Jim are happily married and living on afarm near Riola. G. Pricer, whose wonderful voice has thrilled thousands, is now beginning her third tour of Europe. D. Julick, the wife of the famous Dr. White, spends her evenings in singing lullabies. Cardiff is doing private duty at West Side Hospital, and M. York is the able assistant of Dr. James. The united efforts of M. Rylander and H. Throckmorton have accomplished wonders toward the establishment of physical training classes in the training schools of the Middle West. Havens, happily married, with her seven boys, is spending the summer at the seashore. E. Oltjenbruns is happy in her chosen profession, Osteopathy. H. Pont is the public health worker in the ghetto of Chicago. Mrs. Kirkpatrick and her husband have a cozy home in Atlanta, Georgia. L. Lesch is the efficient Superintendent of the Oregon State Hospital. R. Beaver is married to a South African Missionary, and is doing a wonder- ful work in that field. J. Gardner, L. Lesch's efficient co-worker, has charge of the Children's Ward in the Oregon State Hospital. By this time the sky was studded with stars except where a black cloud was swiftly appearing on the horizon. It swept over the sky obscur- ing the gleaming stars. The rain, coming in at the window awakened me to a realization that this was only a dream. l'uQf' 'I'uw'uIy1-om'

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THE ANNUAL CLASS OF 1921 To those, who, in the love of training, hold Communion with t is training school, there comes a vast experience. For the Class of '21, Page Twenty There also comes a vision, and a hope To make this world a better place to live. Undaunted by those first three months Cf loneliness, and fear, and making beds, And long hours of dusting, and weary night, When everything seemed naught, except The hope, nourished in every heart, that soon The day would come to wear our caps. The probation period passed and with its passing Came the uniform, and Junior nurses' responsibility. That had been waiting long in dark, dark ways, And Supervisors' minds, lest in those first few days We'd lose ourselves in joy and proud possession So when tho'ts of each last squelching would come Like a blight over our spirits Cand sad images Of tears, and pain, and hatch we'd take ouselves Into the wards and list to patients troublesg Forget our trials and carry drinks of water, milk and tea And think it was a blessing, not a curse! A few days it seemed, and we were Called Intermediates, content to let The Supervisors scold and sometimes Take away our half days. All that train Shall share our suffering. Our seniors Suffered here before us-the J uniors-each Shall follow in our footsteps. Yet a few months and the Class of '21 Shall be seen no more, either along the corridors Orin the wards, at the Home or out on Logan Avenue, Upon the tennis courts or in the playroom Singing songs of Love and of Democracy Then shall they be found where duty calls, Whether it be in green or desert land, Beside still waters, or near trenches over there, Doing the work that only they can do. S0 we shall live that when our invitation comes To go upon the stage and get the pin and parchment, We'll go not with deep regrets land doubts? That sometime in the unclouded past We followed in the footsteps of that man, Who could not be convinced of his one crown, The crown of faith to man. But With our hearts and souls as clean As uniform, because of faith that we Have given unto the world the best we can, We may approach the beginning of our career Like they who know they're going forth to win.-Anon.

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THE ANNUAL COMMENCEMENT DAY Where are you going, my pretty Maid? I'm going to conquer the world, she said. I've three mighty weapons on which to rely, My smile, My diploma, My mischievous eyeg Now, shouldn't I have the whole world at my feet? The world answers: Yes, for they're wonderf'ly neatl' Diplomas are lost or forgotten, you know, As time presses on, but a smile-never so! Nor a mischievous eye, these are weapons, in truth That will conquer all hearts and the world, too, forsooth Page Twenty-tuio