Massachusetts General Hospital School of Nursing - Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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■ ■ ■ ■ ■ B B ■ ■ ■ I, Thelma Ingles, to Doris Hutchinson, president of the class of 1937, my sturdy shoulders to carry the worries of the whole class during the three years. I, Kay Lynch, to the future Head Proctor of Thayer, a pair of soft soled shoes for night work. I, Edna Mack, to the next scrub nurse in Baker, my flirtatious eyes as enhanced by a mask. I, Dee Oakes, to Caroline Winters, my “line” with the men. I, Margaret Hazen, to Margaret Mahoney, my soft manner and quiet ways. I, Bernice Kimball, to Jane Martin, my extra late passes. I, Evelyn Lyons, to Rebecca Benedict, a few precious inches of my superb height, so that she may be able to reach the field of operation without the aid of a stool. I, Rita Keane, to Florence Perry, several round trip tickets to Nantasket with the hope that she will enjoy the swimming as much as I did last summer. I, Anne Sargent, to future long operating nurses, my ability to send bilat- eral appendices to the Path. Lab. We, Olive Robery and Marian Mahoney, to the great out-of-doors, our hilarious dispositions. I, Christine Stone, to potential gastrics, my indignant attitude toward the M.G.H. daily rations. I, Lois Gladding, to the whole world, my good-natured disposition. I, Eileen Glynn, to the Dentyne Gum makers, my smile. I, Virginia Walker, to Hollywood, my lovely Grecian nose. We, Barbara Vivian and Barbara Phillips, to Lynn Fontanne and Alfred Lunt, our undaunted Dramatic efforts. I, “Dubby” Smith, to whom it may concern, my contagious laughter. I, Ev a Borrner, to Woodbury’s Soap, my “skin you love to touch.” I, Grace Flynn, to certain overconfident students, some of my shy manner. I, Evelyn Brown, to the American Posture League, my perfect posture. I, Rene Vandersloot, to Margaret Bonnette, my most unique chapeaux. I, Marjorie Goldthwaite, to Florence Davis, in order that she may make herself heard more often, my rhetorical flights and flutterings. I, Edith Lee, to Virginia Kidder, for the purpose of future economy, my pink cheeks.

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V.VAVV.V.W.V.V.V.SVBV.V.V.V.V.V.V. We, Lucille Lyons, Jean Farley and Virginia Cox, to future Southern students, our Southern accents. May they capitalize on them as we have. I, Jennie Kornacki, to all underclassmen, my immaculate appearance. I, May Johnston, to Anaphylactic Clinic, my hay fever. I, Marguerite Vichules, to any flirtatious student, my knowledge that engagements can last three years. I, Marge Dawson, to the House Officers, return the use of their first names. I, Muriel Kearns, to some Scotch lassie, my vivid plaids. I, Laura Guptil, to Margaret McKee, my assurance that the path of true love never did run smooth. I, Alice Hagelshaw, to my worst enemy, my love of night duty on Ward L at B.L.I. I, Miriam Hanaburgh, to Margaret Heyse, my ideal stature for basket ball. I, Beatrice Harper, to future Seniors on Ward C and D, my organizing ability. I, Muriel Scott, to the Dakin’s nurse, my knowledge of the circulatory diseases. We, Mary Hurley and Ardra Tobey, to all students, our ability to have so many good times together. I, Louise Moser, to Warren Library, my insatiable thirst for books. I, Phyllis Paton, to any person who is subject to the “blues,” my vivid imagination and irrepressible sense of humor, although I don’t see how I can ever get along without them. I, “Ginny” Rice, to the “Timid Soul,” my love for arguments. I, Nina Darby, to Student Government, a time clock and adding machine to help them in calculating violations of Dormitory rules. I, Lorraine Thayer, to all nurses who must have appendectomies in the future, my dual personality: A considerate patient and a thoughtful nurse.