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

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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.