Louise Obici School of Nursing - Emblem Yearbook (Suffolk, VA)

Page 25 text:

J 44570666 We, the Senior Class of 1957, being weary in mind, and tued in body, do hereby bequeath the following in our Last Will and Testament: ARTICLE I To the Board of Directors: Enough steam to keep the water hot. To Miss Friend: A class without marriage minded studenm. To Miss Tew: A dressing cart well equipped. To Miss Martin: An automatic burper . To Miss Foster: Students that pass pharmacology. To the Ladies Auxilliary: Our thanks for the new tennis court. To Mrs. Salmon: A round-the-clock pharmacist. To Mrs. Ashburn: A ll-7 emergency room nurse. To Mrs. Powell: Orderlies that don't sleep on the stretchers. To Mr. Drewery: A secretary for the supply room. To Mr. Umphlette: Nurses that do their own uniforms. To Mrs. Thornton: A garage for her car. To Jane Levinson: A new precious and darling . To Estelle: Pre-paid singing lessons. To Julie: A bigger closet. To the Orderlies: Jet propulsion. To the Head Nurses: Students that don't want the week end off. ARTICLE II To Dr. J. E. Rawls: A memo of students in Richmond. To Dr. Habel: A size 32 belt. To Dr. C. Rawls: An automatic suction holder. To Dr. Holland: A new trick . To Dr. Corcoran: A memo of his patients. To Dr. Overton: Cigarettes without tobacco. To Dr. Thomas: A year's supply of shoe polish. To Dr. Carroll: A private plane for his trips to Elizabeth City. To Dr. Ellison: Bones that don't break. To Dr. Bray: An efficient nurse to carry out his stat orders. To Dr. Chapman: No drug addicts. To Dr. Michael: Some minor surgery. To Dr. Mehl: Nurses without a southern drawl. To Dr. Rogers: More days off. To Mr. Stone: A drug mixer. ARTICLE DI JO ANNE STEVELSON leaves her gripes to Sylvia Sims. WAYNE TURNER leaves her slimness to Betty Holt. MARY ANN IETER leaves her height to Janet Harris. BESSIE GRIFFIN leaves her sarcasm to Alice Sadler. CAROLYN HARRIS leaves her ability to play basketball to Janie Jordan. MARIE BROCK leaves the doctors to Marjorie Crews. PEGGY HEATH leaves her ability to argue with Ruby Dowdy. FLETA HOLLAND leaves her ability to please at Cripple Childrens to Carol Longe necker. FRANCES LITTLE leaves her big toe to the morgue. SUE DAVIS leaves her gentle ways to Doug Myers. MARILYN THOMAS leaves her shyness to Betty Brooks. NANCY JENNINGS leaves her voice to the G1ee Club . WANDA CARROLL leaves ............... with Tommy.

Page 24 text:

As a new day dawns of the 21st century, I find myself seeking the Class of 1957. Since many years have passed, I wo11der if I will be able to recognize them. Oh! I think I see one of them now . . . As I look out in space I see a huge space ship followed by many little ones, Carolyn and family are just passing thru for a six month check-up at the new clinic. In our scientific world, I can see Io Anne looking thru her microscope for that per- fect man . He might not be too far away now. I stopped off at the atomic plant and had an interview with Frances, which was en- joyable. When I asked her how she liked industrial nursing, she stated, I have more time with David and the children. As I started to leave, Marie came whizzing by in a snazzy new space ship. She has finally come down to that 118 pounds. She says that is the way a model nurse should look. In this day and age science has conquered all things except obesity. Marilyn, a top- notch scientist, is in deep thought about her new research plans. She says Ed just doesn't like her new figure, I stopped and paused, and no one else came into view. As I looked around I saw a new hospital had recently been built. I went inside and found Mary Ann as direc- tor of its Space Nurse Cadet Corp. trying to impress upon her students the importance of calmness. On the tour thru the hospital, I passed the kitchen and met Fleta. As a dietitian she has gained quite a bit of fame for her newest recipe for coconut cream pies. She says it still isn 't like her mother-in-laws'. I was taken thru a few of the wards. Bessie with her endeavor to improve nursing, was busy teaching robots to empty bedpans and fill water pitchers. While here I learned that Wayne had been selected for that State Board of Exa- m iners. Her only speech from the platform was no-one will fail from Obici again. At the door I 111612 Peggy coming in. She says that Public Health nursing is great, nothing like the pioneer days in Kentucky on horseback. Walking on I saw a sign Sue 's Nursery . I'm glad she 's found a good use for her motherly instinct. The mothers comment that they would not take their children else- where. Further down was W anda's new model home. I found her contemplating the in- terior of the psychiatric hospital she 's planning to construct. I was invited to have rea with Nancy. As a wife of a well known surgeon she has become a charming hostess. She told me that she had recently contributed a large sum of money to the Cripple Children's Hospital. And so ends a perfect day! 18

Page 26 text:

Q I On September seventh, Nineteen Hundred and Fifty-Four, Obici opened her gates to seventeen more. We were shown to our rooms and our beds, Not yet realizing the task ahead. After supper we congregated all in one room, Contemplating and debating what was to be our doom. After our discussion, we rushed off to bed, Awaiting the novelty of the day ahead. We were given our uniforms--the old blue smocks, All very proud of our brand new frocks, Shoes and laces--polished and white, And happy young faces, smiling and bright With classes beginning--A natomy and such, We thought we would never learn the Magic Touch. For the first six months, our work on the floors, Was giving complete baths and caring for bedsores. Alas! The day had finally arrived, We received our caps for which we had strived. The next year held a lot in store, Our time of duty was placed on the floor. The year passed quickly-we couldn't believe, The title of Juniors, we finally received. Then came the time for Richmond affiliation, A11 waited the time of reconciliation. It was eight to go and four left behind, But all in all we stuck to the grind. In the months that followed, we were all on the prance, It was time to honor the Seniors with a dance. We planned and worked to think of a scheme, And Tails and Tophats was chosen as our theme. Our feet were tired, but our faces beamed, The dance was a success as we had teamed. September came--Seniors at lastl We could hardly believe two years had passed. Our Director passed out the black velvet bands, And explained the responsibility of having the upper hand She said now we would lead the way, As the others would be following day by day. Our hearts full of joy--our heads held high, We each had a new twinkle in our eye. Then came the reunion of our class, We thought that year would never pass. The day of graduation was drawing near, Our happy hearts told us it would soon be here. Our goal attained--our parents delight, We thank God for His shining light. Bessie Griffin and Wanda Carrol Co-Literary Editors 20