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.

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■VAV rooln ropnecy OF THE CLASS OF 1936 It is the year 1946, just ten years since we graduated from the Massachusetts General Hospital Training School for Nurses. Lois Glad- ding, now a professional cinematographer, is entertaining a group of the old crowd in her luxurious Park Avenue apartment. She has promised to show us some pictures of our classmates in their present conditions. We first see that famous aviatrix, “Rickey” Morris with her side- car “Ginny” Walker, returning from a trip to Mars in a plane which was designed by “Dubby” Smith. Pictures taken from the plane show us Evelyn Lyons in her Home for Wandering Newfoundland Dogs, atop the snowy peaks of Mount Everest. Laura Guptil is working with her there in perfecting a new patented mange cure. Next our camera eye shows us glimpses of the latest Ethiopian crisis with Peg McCulloch, in her inimitable fashion, doing psycho- analyses of the natives. She is also demonstrating the similarity between their native traits and tendencies and those of a M.G.H. student arriv- ing in the dining room and finding Salisbury steak on the menu. On the scene to give first aid shock treatment, after Peg’s hypnotisms are Louise Cronin and Joan Dolan, while Eleanor Delaney is demonstrating the whys and wherefores of “out goes the bad air, in comes the good.” Far off in mystic India, swathed in the familiar turban and Gandhi- garb, is Louise Moser lecturing on the Yoga Theory and her previous incarnation as a cockroach in the sterilizing room at the M.G.H. In stark contrast, in a little old New England village, are Olive Robery, Janet Wheeler, Emily Wyman and Marian Mahoney robed in subdued gray, lecturing to the Mother’s Clubs. While in this same placid hamlet we see Bernice Kimball, Grace Flynn and Margaret Emery in their new roadhouse, the “Checker Box”. Ardra Tobey and Grace Washburn are seen experimenting with the diet of an African elephant and a hungry M.G.H. student. While Mary Hurley, with her vast dietary knowledge is planning the menus. Her specialty is liver puree. Eva Borrner, now president of the A.N.A. has recently developed an operating technique whereby instruments may be retrieved from the