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

Text from Pages 1 - 78 of the 1942 volume:

. the Loveliness of Bulfinch is Revealed in Moonlight G foreword M.G.H. , — we give you this edition of Checks. In the past you gave us a home and guidance — at present you give us the chance purposefully to look about — for the future you give us the opportunity to select, to grow, to take a part in community living. As this book is added to the many already given by other classes, may this one be given with a spirit of fraternity and advancement. In the years to come, though they be restless, terrible, and dark, may we take from its place our own copy, and absorb from it the security, humility, and desire for service that is life at M.G.H. Page Three Emil Pollack-Ottendorf Portrait of Miss Sally Johnson, R.N., B.S. Superintendent of T urses and Principal of the School of pursing Page Four Massachusetts General Hospital School of Nursing, Class of 1942 EDITORS Mary Maloney Louise Tennberc; Virginia Hussey Bernice White Mary Heney Cleora Briggs . Viola Chase . Doris James Doris Swanson Norma Nesmith Celia Krasnogor Ruth Bartlett Mary MacDonald Helen Engert . Editor ' iri ' Chief . Assistant Editor . Literary Editors . Feature Editors Social Editors Art Editors . Humor Editors Business Editors Page Five Page Six Faculty Teaching, and Supervisory Staff Sally Johnson, R.N., B.S. Superintendent of Nurses and Principal of the School of Nursing. Ruth Sleeper, R.N., M.A. Assistant Principal of the School of Nurs- ing. Florence C. Kempf, R.N., M.A. Assistant Principal of the School of Nurs- ing and Supervisor of Instruction in the Sciences. Sylvia Perkins, R.N., M.A. Assistant Principal of School of Nursing, Instructor in Nursing, and Supervisor of Instruction of Nursing Practice. Edna Lepper, R.N. Assistant Superintendent of Nurses. Helen Penhale, R.N. Supervisor of Clinical Instruction and Staff Nurse Education. Eleanor Bowen, R.N., B.S. Science Instructor. Hazel Bowles, R.N. Supervisor, Children’s Department and In- structor in Pediatric Nursing. Alma Cady, R.N. Supervisor, Out Patient Department. Mary Carr, R.N. Supervisor of Operating Room, Baker Memorial. Stephanie Convelski, R.N. Supervisor of Surgical Wards. Adele L. Corkum, R.N. Assistant Night Supervisor. Anna Crotty, R.N. Supervisor, The Baker Memorial. Allene Day, R.N. Assistant Instructor in Nursing. Nettie L. Fisher, R.N. Second Assistant Superintendent of Nurses. Nancy Fraser, R.N. Supervisor of Health and Students’ In- firmary. Helen French, R.N. Supervisor of Surgical Wards. Mary Gilmore, R.N. Assistant Instructor in Nursing. Anna Griffin, R.N. Assistant in charge of Nursing at The Baker Memorial. Ruth Hale, R.N. Night Supervisor, The Baker Memorial. Helen Hewitt, R.N. Assistant Night Supervisor, M.G.H. Jane E. Hinckley, R.N., Ph.G. Night Supervisor, M.G.H. Cordelia King, R.N. Supervisor of Operating Room, M.G.H. Mary Maher, R.N., B.S. Instructor in Public Health Nursing. Margaret Meenan, R.N. Supervisor, The Baker Memorial. Edith Patton, M.N., R.N. Assistant Supervisor. Elizabeth Farrell Spaulding, R.N. Chief Nurse Anesthetist. Anna Viden, R.N. Supervisor of Lay Personnel. Hazel Walker, R.N.. B.S. Supervisor of Medical Wards. Barbara Williams, R.N., M.A. Executive Assistant of the School of Nurs- ing. Margaret Wilson, R.N. Science Instructor. Page Seven The Class of 1942 affectionately dedicates this edition of Checks to (RldtpL Sk pAA, whose untrammelled mind and devotion to the problems and welfare of the student body have meant so much to us during these three years P.lge Eight . . . for her kindness, care, and sympathy, we give to yianaf yyt. J ' haMh, our very grateful appreciation Page Nine The Pe r si stent Reality . . . Three years ago, as we entered training, ours was a peacetime nation and we began to learn to serve a people at peace. Today, as we are graduated, that people has been catapulted into a struggle tremendous in its world-wide significance — and we are to serve a nation at war. A day, a week, a month bring with them everchanging events. The unpredicted and the predicted happens, making it impossible to say with assurance what will be next. To what, then, in a war-wracked world, can we look forward? We have been taught to minister to the sick. In war or in peace sickness is a persistent reality. Our service then is two-fold — to care for the sick and conserve the health of a people at war as an immediate press ' ing problem, and to plan for the care of the sick and the maintenance of health when peace again comes. The roar of guns speaks its own need. To some of us it will mean the sight of bayonet wounds, of scattered shrapnel shot, of men bruised and maimed and crazed and dying. To others may even come the sight of civil- ians cut down in the streets by enemy bombs, of homes burning and of the spoiling of lives and property. This is a perilous moment when man is savage. This is an emergency — no time for wasting or wishful thinking. This is the time for immediate service — toil of hands, understanding, courage, faith and wisdom to do. But no matter how long this war may be, we can still hope to do a “heap of living” in an era of peace — when each one may be wiser and more Page Ten humble for the sacrifice. For this postwar world which will be ours to help create, we need education and preparation. The health of children, the problem of relief, the success of new towns mushroomed about dormant defense industries, the still persistent reality of sickness — these are a few of the problems which may be our concern. As a philosophy for us and for our times Bertrand Russell has written: “Remind yourself that the world is what we make it, and that to the making of it each one of us can contribute something. This thought makes hope possible and in this hope, though life will still be painful, it will no longer be purposeless.” The Editors Page Eleven Graduating, Class February Section RUTH BARTLETT 8 Elm Street North Brookfield, Mass. “I’ll do my best ' ' with a heart that ' s willing . . . a loyal, true friend . . . hidden humor. BEATRICE BENNETT 28 Custer Street Rockland, Mass. Energetic blonde . . . never can do enough for one . . . sincere and quiet . . . U es to figure out budgets. CLEORA YVONNE BRIGGS 53 Exeter Street Newmarket, N. H. Small glossy brunette . . . always expressing “ fundamentals of truth . . . only person in world who sings for her breakfast. ELNA ASTRID CARLSON Hardwick Mass. Petite, and Efordic . . . vigorous, enthusiastic . . . never rujfled . . . energetic. Page Twelve VIOLA AGNES CHASE 1 1 Mulberry Street Claremont, N. H. Rusty . . . saucy red hair . . . contagious laughter . . jovial, winning way . . . everyone ' s friend . . . music lover. MADELEINE JANE CURTIS 220 East Main Street Nanticoke, Pennsylvania ‘Still waters run deep . . . always dependable . . . soft spo en . . . alluring in evening wear. BETH HELEN DAVIS 1 1 Center Street Guilford, Maine Wistful . . . thoughtful . . . subtle humor . . . quiet, unassuming ... a busy Little Float (Allen Streets ) BARBARA ANN DOOLEY 84 Martin Street West Roxbury, Mass. A dash of perfume . . . the tap of high heels . . . tireless energy . . . clear sailing ahead. Page Thirteen JOSEPHINE FERRARA 62 Water Street Wakefield, Mass. Joie de vivre . . . a picture of health, happiness, and ambition . . . will go far. EVELYN LAURA GATES Brownville Junction Maine Dar eyes . . . many moods ... a good athlete . . . an all around good sport. � VIRGINIA E. HUSSEY 46 Warren Avenue Milton, Mass. Initiative, imagination, and resourcefulness . . . pleasant, cheery smile . . . sweet and dainty. DORIS PRISCILLA JAMES 201 King Street Cohasset, Mass. Tall, darl{, and attractive . . . always on the go .. . never without an idea. Page Fourteen SOPHIE VIRGINIA JAREK 1 5 1 Humphrey Street Lowell, Mass. Croppy hair . . . fran . . . ' “What do you get for it 7 ' ' ... a true friend. MARGARET E. LANDSDOWNE 34 Brookfield Road Waltham, Mass. Fran . . . unassuming . . . determined . . . a true friend . . . quiet, gentle. KATHERINE VIOLET MANTER New Gloucester Maine Mi Id . . . enduring charm . . . ever willing . . . never a hasty word. FRANCES ISABELLE McMORRAN Lincoln New Hampshire Quiet and poised . . . calm, deliberate manner . . . a good listener . . . neat as wax. Page Fifteen ELINOR GERTRUDE NASON 20 Alden Road Watertown, Mass. Tall, slender, and pleasing to the eye . . . perfection in the making . . . “It was more fun at CAROLYN A. PARKER Boxborough Mass. Dar hair, laughing eyes . . . enthusiastic about everything she undertakes. RACHEL E. RANTAKANGAS West Wareham Mass. Quiet . . . industriously preparing for the future . . . lovely hair . . . quic efficiency. HELEN JANET ROBINSON Wendell Mass. Abrupt . . . content . . . gullible . . . above all, earnest . . . never say die. Page Sixteen KARIN M. SAARINEN 3 1 Elmwood Street Maynard, Mass. Petite, lively . . . a “ Squint in her eye . . . in a million places at once. JULIA SARAD Rood Street Ludlow, Mass. Strong, industrious, willing worker . . . constant courage . . . emotionally stable. ROSE MARIE SCALORA 14 Osgood Street Lawrence, Mass. Wdny, blac hair . . . enthusiastic and cheerful . . irresistible smile . . . vivacious. ANNE MARIE SCHILLING 203 Milford Street Manchester, N. H. Tall, Tfordic blonde . . . social star . . . here to-day and gone tomorrow . . . generous nature. Page Seventeen LILLA MAY SHELDON 2? Taunton Avenue Rockland, Mass. Wh ere there ' s Behe there ' s Lilia . . . Walcott jitterbug . . . a lover of apple pie. PHYLLIS ELIZABETH SMITH 20 Hobson Street Lawrence, Mass. Onward and upward . . . capable and efficient . . a breezy mariner ... a guarded smile. MARIE IONE SMITH 68 Central Avenue So. Braintree, Mass. Ripping escapades . . . stormy outloo . . . yet loyal and sincere. DORIS ELIZABETH SWANSON 27 First Street Brockton, Mass. N.ever seen twice with the same hair-do . . . forever entertaining . . . “can ' t go, got to get some sleep!” Pitge Eighteen GLADYS MAE WILLARD 1 1 7 South Street Wrentham, Mass. Considerate . . . conservative . . . a good listener . . . a good word for everyone. LOIS WOODBURY 87 Saunders Avenue Lowell, Mass. Pretty little nose and dimples . . . always busy . . . sedate teacher . . . there ' s a jo e to everything. WANDA MAE ZELLER Muscatine Iowa Every day a crisis . . . a helping hand . . . a big heart . . . a culinary expert. September Section JOAN BIRD 45 Union Street Camden, Maine Ten for excitement . . . restless . . . energetic . . . hair flying . . . ma es living a pleasure. Page Nineteen IRENE RUTH BRASE 58 Holbrook Avenue Lowell, Mass. Pleasingly determined. ... a ready smile . . . a lover of psychology . . . stimulating . . . lovely to loo at. CYNTHIA BROTT 27 Cedar Road Belmont, Mass. For Cynie — Beethoven, Bach, Tchai ows y . . . lover of fine music always . . . erudite ... of scholarly mien . . . expert at tiny stitches. CARMELA MARY BRUNO 4 Truman Street New London, Conn. Flyaway bob . . . quic grin . . . beautiful teeth . . . cheery as a Christmas greeting. DOROTHY A. BROWNE 262 Whiting Avenue Dedham. Mass. Dar eyes . . . softly appealing . . . generous . . . amia- ble . . . Dedhamite . . . those Sunday-night suppers. Page Twenty ELIZABETH M. BUCKLEY 9 Holden Street Dorchester, Mass. English reserve . . . Irish laughter . . . definite ideas about short men . . . loves to wal . . . friendly, quiet, lovely. INEZ M. V. CARDINALI 969 ' B Chestnut Street Newton Upper Falls, Mass. Rlac eyes . . . li es a “Fredly discussion . . . een listener . . . engaging grin . . . inspiring ideals. KATHERYN F. CARR, B.S. 119 Summit Street Clinton. Mass. Happy personality . . . petite .... dainty . . . nows her destination (and short cuts for getting there) . . . quiet, ind. MARJORIE ELIZABETH CHASE 6 Patten Street Watertown. Mass. Lovely of face and form . . . cool, calm, collected . . . een, observant . . . loves clothes . . . idealistic. Page T wenty-one JEAN GALE COADY Monument Beach Mass. Streetcars for transportation . . . willing . industrious . . . infectious laugh . . . loves a good time. JEAN COOPER 38 Bradford Street Lawrence, Mass. Career girl . . . Coop ' ' has a word for it -and a laugh . . . unfailing sympathy . . . understanding . . . shy. CHRISTINE COX Greenwood Avenue Beverly Farms, Mass. Pleasant . . . quiet . . . will to win . . . studious . . . tactful . . . generous . . . good company. ETHEL DAVIS Fremont New Hampshire Quiet . . . determined . . . sensitive . . . good friend charming company . . . good sport . . . just name it. P je,e Twenty-two ALICE MYRTLE DEMPSEY 20 Marbury Terrace Jamaica Plain, Mass. A bubbling teapot of enthusiasm . . . frec led tipped up nose . . . reliable . . . interesting . . . loves to tal . GERTRUDE DOLIBER 224 Lincoln Street Newton Highlands, Mass. Amazing efficiency . . . boundless energy . . . fierce loyalties . . . versatile interests . . . ideals. MARY DWYER 106 Rockaway Street Lynn, Mass. Wind blown hair . . . tilted nose . . . breezy . . . incurable optimist . . . magnetic . . . zest for living loyal . . . lovable. BARBARA MAY EDWARD 93 Garfield Street Barre, Vermont Flash of pure gold hair . . . vigorous . . . blue eyes . . . dance lover . . . splash - she’s off for a swim in the brine. Page T wenly-three HELEN ELIZABETH ENGERT 309 Dartmouth Street Rochester, N. Y. F me effortless dignity . . . contagious enthusiasm for arts and opera . . . strong opinions, independent mind . . . inspiring yet soothing. BARBARA FARR Amherst Street Portland, Maine Unpredictable as the wind . . . demure . . . piquant . . . undaunted optimism . . . laughing at life for her own ends. PRISCILLA FARRAR South Lincoln Mass. Pleasing dignity . . . thoughtful poise . . . wistful . . . genteel . . . saving silver for the future of America 7 . . . Fran . MYRTLE E. FLEMMING Summer Street Barre, Mass. Calm redhead . . . good humored . . . understanding . . . ardent nitting, crocheting fan. Page Twenty-four MARY MARGARET HAYES 2 (A Sycamore Street New Bedford, Mass. A breath of vogue . . . ingenue . . . petite . . . eager . . . demure charm . . . sunny outlook . . . perfect sincerity . . . loyal . . . unforgetable giggle. OLIVE JULIA HOHL 26 Webster Street Clinton, Mass. Spotless . . . infectious giggle . . . certainly can ta e it . . . naive . . . virtuous . . . delightful disposition. DOLETA ERNESTINE HUGHES West Palm Beach Florida Southern belle . . . sans accent . . . fair of hair . . . and oj face . . . sweetly charming . . . fastidious as a minuet . . . CELIA I. KRASNOGOR 46 Gordon Street Framingham, Mass. Loyal . . . sensitive . . . exceedingly witty . . . connoisseur of “hida . . . for Celia, music, loveliness . . . courage. Page Twenty-seven MARY ELIZABETH MacDONALD, A.B. 118 Providence Street Worcester, Mass. Tall stories . . . new shoes . . . fine, understanding loyalties . . . unruffled good-nature . . . calm, efficient, lovable. MARIE NATALIE MACY Eastern Point Light Station Gloucester, Mass. Tall, dar . . . her lighthouse and ocean, her first love . . . ever seeding the new and exciting. MARY M. MALONEY 33 Kent Street Brookline, Mass. Exquisitely thorough . . . excellent executive noise . . . charm . . . lovable intuition . . . confidante of sympathy, understanding. ANNA MARIE McGILLICUDDY, B.S. 141 Nottinghill Road Brighton, Mass. Lovely as a cameo . . . and just as delicate . . . persistent spirit . . . friendly. Page T wenty-eight ELVA ELIZABETH McQUADE Hingham Mass. A fighting spirit . . . pert . . . peppy . . . plenty of the necessary grit. ANNE MEARS, A.B. 16 Granite Street Saugus, Mass. Quiet . . . conscientious . . . strong willed . . . progressive ideas . . . idealistic nature . . . wealth of culture. GERTRUDE M. MOYNIHAN 46 Sagamore Street So. Braintree, Mass. Flash for speed . . . tells time by one moon . . . mixes dates . . . innocent . . . md . . . willing . . . paves her road to T.S.O. with good intentions. BARBARA MUNROE 184 West Central Street Franklin, Mass. Old Flew England directness . . . rare candor and friendliness . . . uncompromising . . . genuine . . . athletic. Page T wenty-nine MARY E ARLENE NELSON Kittery Point Maine Loyal friend . . . always a find deed . . . witty . . . never blue except her eyes . . . efficient . . . attractive. NORMA REED NESMITH 116 Park Avenue Whitman, Mass. Realist . . . cosmopolite . . . avid interest in people new b oof enthusiast . . . darf, radiant gypsy in a froth of white . . . RUTH E. NEWCOMB 296 Main Street Amesbury, Mass. Blessed naivete . . . sweet . . . head tilted inquiringly slender reed . . . impulsive, lighthearted, gay . . . CHARLOTTE MARY O’NEIL Washington Street Hanson, Mass. If she has nothing left it ' s because she gave it all away . . . dry wit . . . deeply quiet . . . industrious. P.tge Thirty ALEXANDRIA PASSIOS 94 Ashburnham Hill Road Fitchburg, Mass. Quiet . . . reserved . . . dependable . . . sparkling brown eyes . . . calm . . . considerate of others. MURIEL SETTLE 9 O ' Donnell Avenue Shrewsbury. Mass. Golden haired not red . . . loves horses . . . credulous . . . lovable . . . capable . . . “Settle sense of humor. PHYLLIS LOUISE SIMPSON 1 1 Highland Avenue Groveland, Mass. Happy, good-natured ... a winning smile . . . jolly, friendly . . . has the cutest sneeze. RUTH M. SMITH 74 Corny Street Augusta, Maine Erect . . . unconcerned . . . crisp forthright manner . . . receptive to all that ' s new — a boo — a play . . . Ruth, the individual. Page Thirty-one ELIZABETH M. STEVENS Augusta Maine Pm fluffy sweater . . . eyes with “it . . . jolly . . . high spirited . . . een humor . . . looking for the best in all unci everyone. LOUISE P. TENNBERG 18 A Street Lowell, Mass. Lovely . . . efficient . . . literary talent . . . dreamer, rnolds life to her own plans . . . een observer . . . gay. ELAINE KITFIELD TENNEY 48 Central Street Manchester, Mass. Fashion conscious . . . urbane . . . vivid . . . fine bred . . . classic beauty . . . eager for new faces, new things HELEN CONSTANCE WATTERS 276 Lowell Street Wilmington, Mass. Sweet in manner . . . soft in voice . . . the ideal baby nurse . . . precise ... an organizer . . . conscientious. Page Thirty-tu n VIRGINIA M. WATTS 3 Roseland Street Methuen, Mass. Efficient committee member . . . loves dancing . . . everyone ' s pal . . . sees all . . . nows all . . . jolly. BERNICE WHITE 41 King Street Worcester, Mass. Effervescent enthusiasm . . . deeply thoughtful . . firmly determined . . . reserved . . . wholesome . . lover of out doors. F. GRACE WILLY 104 Colhy Road Quincy, Mass. Dreamy . . . quiet manner . . . cultured . . . refined . . . sensitive ... a lady at all times. CORINNE BERTHA YANDO 42 Belmont Street Fitchburg, Mass. Always a solution . . . quiet . . . interesting . . . earnest pleasing . . . ready to help . . . loyal. Pane Thirty-three Pdge Thirty-jour House Officers -1940 A Message from the House Officers The House Staff is happy to have the privilege of extending congratu- lations to the graduating class, and to wish you all success and happiness in your coming careers in the nursing profession. We are glad lor this opportunity to express our appreciation for your co-operation and assistance. Your efficiency and willingness has made our association pleasant, and has added greatly to the comfort of the patient. Your enthusiasm, your spirit of unselfishness, and desire to help has been stimulating to many a tired House Officer! For the little things as well as for the big things, we wish to thank you — for the errands you ran, for the dressings you finished, for the thousands of little details each day which you graciously performed and for which you were never audibly thanked. In the rush and worry of each day probably little gratitude was expressed for your part well done. We wish to express it now. You have just completed three years of training which prepares you for your places in the nursing profession. You have carried your responsi- bilities seriously. And this graduating class has amply demonstrated how well you are fitted for the service which lies ahead. May your future asso- ciations with the medical profession be as pleasant as those of the past three years. Francis Ingersoll, M.D. Page Thirty- five I’j e Thirty-six Head Nurses of 1941 A Typical Surgical Floor iFlnmtrr NuihtmgaU JJlritxu ' I oolrmnly ylrbye rnyorlf brforr (Snii anb itt thr yrmutri ' of tljin aoormbly to yaoo my lift ' in yurity nub tn yrartirr my yrofrosiott faithfully. I mill abstain front mljatntrr in brlrtrrious attb misrljinnwo anb mill not takr or knominyly abminiotrr any Ijarmful bruy. } mill bo all in my yomrr to rleuatr tlir otaubarb of my yrofrooion anb mill holb in rottfibrnrr all yrroonal matters rommitteb to my keryiuy. anb all family affairs rominy to my kuomlrbyr in tljr yrartirr of my ralliuy. HJith loyalty mill I rnbrauor to aib tljr yljysiriau in Ijis mork anb brnote mysrlf to thr mrlfarr of thorn ' rommit- trb to my rare. Page T hirty-seven Pdge Thirty-eight . A Quift Study Hour in the Sun lit Palmer Davis Library Page Thirty-nine . thf. Glee Club Sings at a Christmas Candle Light Service Page Forty THE TOWERING GEORGE ROBERT WHITE BUILDING . . . A Winding Bulfinch Stairway Page Forty-one With crude implements of a day when surgical asepsis was unknown, surgeons operated in a top-floor room in Bulfinch. To their genius and keen minds that room, now known as the Ether Dome, bears w ' itness: “On October 16, 1S46, in this room then the operating theatre of the hospital was given the first public demonstration of anaesthesia to the extent of producing insensibility to paw during a serious operation. Sulphuric ether was administered by William Thomas Green Morton, a Boston dentist. The patient was Gilbert Abbott. The operation was the removal of a tumor under the jaw. The surgeon was John Collins ' Warren. The patient declared that he had felt no pain during the operation and was discharged well December 7. Knowledge of this discovery spread from this room throughout the civilized world and a new era for surgery began. ' ' Page Forty-tiro Page Forty-three . . . dawn of a new day began with the discovery of ether and the tiny germs under the microscope which led to asepsis. The new surgical amphitheatre of the White building affords the contrast between the old and the new . . . Piige Forty-four Eye and Ear Infirmary Upon the bulletin board were posted four names. To Eye and Ear they were to go. So bags were packed and carried To the most valuable affiliation we know. Will we ever forget “Room Thirteen With beds — high, medium, and low Out of which we rolled each morning And started our journey to and fro? Remember our first class introduction: A list of “colls — “know them by morning! So in our rooms that night we studied Myoticunydriatic-red, black, droppers, until all we were doing was yawning. Watch the instructor dip — dip — dip “That’s all there is to that, you see Then in your hands she placed the scissors But it didn’t seem easy for you and me. All to Gardner Ward did go. Hourly irrigations, poultices done. Upstairs — downstairs, throughout the whole day Scrubbing, goggles, masks — but enjoyed each one. Finished with treatments, cleaning and “preps , By nine to Clinic or O. R. we’d go, Some to operate with the eminent K. K. Others to seek doctors for a patient or so. Alter learning many new procedures Back to the General we were to go. All very glad of having had this experience From which we each profited, you know. B. M. Page Forty -five Page Forty -six Airplane View of McLean Hospital McLean Did you ever dream of a seemingly intangible Utopia — a place set on the top of a hill, a hill whose winding paths and green rolling lawns lead you past a tiny grey stone chapel, an expansive fairway for golf, past firs and maples, and finally to a settlement of low brick cottages, and large magni- hcent homes? If you would like to find the realization of that dream, stop by at McLean — a secluded colony in Waverly. There some of us affiliate for three full and glorious months. We learn the best care of patients suffering from all types of mental disorders. We are also afforded many other opportunities — we learn an appreciation of life itself and enjoyment of the same; we receive an intimate view of human nature and personality; and we have the time to enjoy some of the finer things of this world, such as art, literature and good movies. We work on Codman, Belknap, Wyman, and in Occupational Therapy, and we live on the third floor alley in Higginson House, where lights are out at ten-thirty each night, to the tune of a cow bell. There are classes and clinics and books to be read. We attend and par- ticipate in the patients’ social teas, parties, bridge games and dances. We go for long walks, too; in fact, we spend .more than half of some days out of doors enjoying the fresh air and sunshine with our recuperating patients. Sister McLean, we thank you for your never-ending hospitality, and for the limitless depths of opportunities you have afforded our class! M. H. Page Forty-seven Page Forty-eight Haynes Memorial Hospital Haynes One page in my book of memories I always shall reserve For Haynes Memorial Hospital May her teachings never swerve! First East is a din of noise, with whoopers On the one end and mastoids on the other And in the middle we would find Tracheotomy, and intubation, his brother. Up the stairs to Second East Where respirators reign, Where “chicken” and measles barriers Cause the nurses sighs and pain. Then over to the West Side Where Scarlet is the color. Oh yes, I mean the fever, The fate of many a feller! One gown, one cake of soap Is the rule at Haynes ' West Side. What difference? It’s the same detention So we let that matter ride. For highlights of our stay at Haynes — We have our Gate House snacks, Our classes in the O. R. And those awful mastoid packs! And too, we have the “wee fluffs” Who graced our Second East; And ambulance trips to Natick; And steak — night nurses’ feast. I could go on forever In my memories of Haynes But this has got to go to print So I’ll close and sign my name. R. B. Page Forty-nine Page Fifty Boston Lying-In Hospital Boston Lying, -In “Wah-h-h — E-e-e!” Babies! — at B. L. I. — a period in our student course which arouses all the maternal instinct within us. Fortunate we are — to have the privilege of hearing that gurgle of the normal newborn, the squeal of the premie; of successfully feeding a seemingly stubborn bundle of a mere six pounds, or resucitating one blue with mucus! Then there was that end less diapering; scrubbing monel metal until one could see just how shiny a weary nurse’s nose could become — not to say having fifteen babies oiled by nine-fifteen (when it takes a mother all morning to do one!) — This was the nursery, where one learned system with a capital “S”. Then to clinic, where we prayed for good weather, and that our blood pressure rates were the same as those of the Supervisor. New faces, forms gradually changing with each successive visit — bloods, weights, confusion, tired souls (nurses and patients). Soon we were to see these same young things on the wards, their facial expressions of apprehension changed to joy! Here, the routine was as sys- tematic as that of the nursery — it had to be! When Seniors — upstairs to Delivery. To many, it meant seeing a baby born for the first time — seeing a new life emerging into this world, leaving the complete protection of its mother, and beginning its existence anew. This, indeed, was a contact with the supernatural. And the initial baths — the transformation of Scott-tinted, vernix- coated bodies into beautiful, immaculately clean, babies! Radios, showers, cokes, breakfast book, and the rush for first meals — all a part of but three short months! A. P. J. C. Page Fifty-one The Assisting, Student At twelve-thirty ward duty becomes history, and after a few hours of off duty filled with awed anticipation — four o’clock brings a new life — the other side of the fence is in view, and with it that cherished bit of black velvet. ... I There is nothing that will equal walk- ing down the corridor this first afternoon —feeling the turn of other heads looking at these already much, much turned heads. . . . Have you ever started the day at seven a.m. with the sunshine in your heart and then discovered ten hours later that you feel and look like a very ancient laborer whose only bright light is a turned down bed? Could it be because. . . “Not on my collar!!! I just curled it last night!!! “This week-end I’ll get a permanent. . . .” Or — J - ' “Scissors? oh, scissors, well, I lost them, you see, and I only have a quarter. . . .” “They do hang a bit too long, don’t they? — Sew them? — oh, sew them.’’ Or you might try carrying through the corridors and up, up, up the stairs so much equipment that is really, after all is said and done, only carried back — through the corridors and down, down, down the stairs to where it was before you started. . . . “Where did you put the hot water bottle!!! Was it on the inventory? Then trot it back up again!” ... oh dear. . . . Page Fifty-two But there’s nothing like that first teaching . . . the aching sweat ' produc ' ing terror that preceeds it . . . the exciting delight of actual teaching ... the complacence that follows the lesson . . . and later on, the eagerness to do it again, perhaps a different way, a better way. . . . Then again there is nothing like the shock of walking through a door held open for you, even though a furtive look to the rear for that never failing figure in white dampens the spark of ego. ... No doubt it is just as well, wouldn’t you say? And then there are the other good things like good tea with the very best people at very opportune times . . . and the stories, funny stories . . . and the chances to listen to troubles and work out answers . . . and the watching others in order to learn the right way of doing this and that. . . . And because there is nothing like it, you again start out at seven a.m. with the sunshine in your heart. . . . Page Fifty-three There’s Something, You Know . . . There’s something, you know, about public health nursing. . . . We were thrilled when we found Miss Fisher’s note in the postoffice . . . registration day at Simmons was joy itself. But the day we set out to find our respective district stations our happiness was mingled with — well, who likes “first days?” What a peculiarly grand f eeling to pick up our own black bags, so shiny and bright, with a closetTull of equipment cleverly and neatly arranged in them! Such astonishment — and awe — when after one morning’s observa ' tion with the staff nurses the supervisor assigned our own patients to us! We visited alone from that first afternoon until several weeks later when our supervisor came out with us. By this time we had become so well oriented that our fears of supervision had been, er — at least partially — subdued. We visited all kinds of patients — children, young people, their elders; chronically ill and surgical patients, children with communicable diseases. We gave baths, enemas, irrigations. We helped diabetics in control of their disease and in happy adjustment. We tried to guide prospective mothers, helping plan for the baby’s arrival and future care. “Third week visits” were a great delight — our cue for bathing the “new” baby and sharing in the young mother’s enthusiasm and love. We struggled with those who spoke little or no English; we saw those whose lives are dominated by tears, superstition, and poverty; we were some ' times confronted with indifference, resentfulness and open hostility. But again we found simple, intelligent, gracious people with good manners and taste, ambitions, and attractive homes, in which were were received with kindness and gracious hospitality. We shall always remember the courteous attentions paid us by the police officer and the street car conductor; the shrill “Hi, nurse,” of the children; the sofVspoken, “Good morning, nurse,” of older passers-by; the teasing, “Nurse, I’ve got a headache,” of young boys on street corners. We chuckle at certain reminiscences: our attempts to find our way in unknown districts; boarding a crowded street car and laden with a Boston bag, a baking lamp, a book and an umbrella; classes at Simmons; the strange delicacies we P tge Fifty-four had to accept in certain not-to-clean homes; the odd family secrets given in confidence. There was too, sleeping until 7:15 a.m.; an hour off for lunch; off duty at 5 p.m.; occasional free week-ends. These two months on the district have sent us back to our hospital with a real appreciation of the patient’s individuality, a little more understanding of the medico-social problems in our communities and the tremendous chal- lenge in public health nursing. We learned something new every day — and had fun doing it! Thanks to the Community Health Association for this marvelous ex- perience! J. F. Page Fifty-five A Peep into the Future — ATTENTION, ALL NURSES! Conference at the Hotel Berkley, Chicago, Illinois November 20, 19 — TOPIC- — ' Women ' s Part in Rational Defense Being in charge of the Massachusetts Mobile Casuality Unit I was elected to be their delegate. Not caring to travel alone, I called “Gert” Moynihan, who was in charge of Stillman Infirmary at Harvard. Owing to the great number of indisposed medical students she felt obliged to remain, but by some miracle, she was able to catch the plane on which I was leaving. Plying to New York, our trip was by no means exciting. In fact, we were rather skeptical as to what was in store for us. Boarding a plane to Chicago at LaGuardia Pield, my eye caught sight of a most attractive air-hostess who was busily engaged in deep conversation with an Army Officer and on second glance who should it be but Barbara Edward. The next day we went over to the Berkley Hotel to register and then to the lecture hall where the lectures were in progress. Among the speakers on the platform were — Ernie Hughes, who is now a First Lieutenant in the Army, heading the Nurses’ Corps at Fort Dix, New Jersey, “Bunny” White who is teaching Home Defense and Practical Nursing back on the east coast, the former Mary Hayes, now Mrs. T. who had come all the way from Trini- dad to speak on “Keeping up the Morale of the Wives of Men in Active Air Duty”, Louise Tennberg, who is Associate Editor of the National American Journal of Nursing, Avis Forand, a Captain and head of the Women’s Air Corps. After the series of lectures everyone filed in their respective groups to the Dining Room. Much to our pride and joy, M.G.H. was well represented, as the majority of the units were lead by our classmates. There were the Pink Ladies lead by Andy Mears, Ambulance Corps lead by Celia Kras- nogor, First Aid Unit lead by Gay Willy. Later, after a most enjoyable evening spent at the theater, Gert and I took a taxi back to the hotel. Unfortunately, as Gert was stepping from the taxi to the curb, she had the misfortune to slip and sprain her ankle badly. She was assisted by the doorman to an ante-room where First Aid was ad- ministered by Doctor P. and his wife and nurse, the former Barbara Farr. Doctor P. recommended that the next day an x-ray be taken at the Chicago General Hospital. As we entered, we heard, “Why Gert Moynihan and Elaine Tenney! What are you doing here?” Turning toward the voice we P.tgc Fifty-six saw Muriel Grosvenor. She was the X-ray Technician. Later we casually heard that she stood high in her chosen profession. As the conference drew to a close, and Gert was again able to walk, we decided not to end our most enjoyable trip here. So we started further West, hoping to locate some more of our former classmates. We flew from Chicago to Yellowstone Park. While sipping a Coca Cola and watching the sunset over the Grand Canyon, whom should we see stroll by but the former Jean Coady, now Mrs. C. She informed us that Inez, Cardinali was married to F. and living in Brookline. No, she was not working. From there we went to Seattle, Washington, and learned that Jean Hadley had the “Go West Young Woman, Go West” desire and was now head of the Public Health Service there. After a long chat with her, she informed us that Mary MacDonald was teaching sciences in a hospital in upper New York City. Also working there was “Kitty” Carr, in charge of the Operating Room, and Elva McQuade, a Head Nurse. We also heard that Irene Brase had gone to Oregon and was teaching Psychiatry in one of the larger hospitals. Leaving the State of Washington, we travelled south to San Francisco, where whom should we meet while walking through Chinatown but Betty Stevens! She was doing Public Health work among the Chinese. Also work- ing there were Chris Cox and Charlotte O’Neil. Chatting with busy people we learned that Marge Chase had gone back to college in Michigan to finish her Medical Course; Carmela Bruno was doing Public Health work in New Haven and was engaged to be married; that Mary Heney was now married to her “Bob”, and Mary Maloney to her “Bill”. They then insisted upon our calling on Anne Ford, now the Countess Von B. Her husband is Presi- dent of an Airway Corporation. Anne told us that Freddi Doliber was married to Dr. A., a specialist in gynecology. As I had not seen my brother for several years, it was decided to leave by boat to visit him at Fort Randolph, which is located in the Canal Zone. Upon our arrival he insisted that we visit the Army Hospital at Christabol. Superintendent of Nurses we found to be First Lieutenant Dotty Browne. Also working there were First Lieutenants Cynthia Brott, Jean Cooper, Ethel Davis and Anne Gillooly. At a party that evening we were greatly honored to meet Captain Dunnan, who was in charge of the Naval Hospital in Coca Sola. He offered his services as guide on a tour of the hospital. Here again M.G.H. was well represented: Helen Graham, Laboratory Technician; Marie Macy, Barbara Munroe, Earlene Nelson, X-ray Technicians. After a most enjoyable four days we left by Pan American Airways and flew to Miami. On the beach at Miami we found Joan Bird, now Mrs. T., basking in the sun. She told us that Betty Buckley was head-nursing at Page Fifty-seven the Miami Hospital and that Alice Dempsey was in charge of the Pediatric Service there. That evening at the Club Bali, seated at an adjoining table were Air Hostesses Anne McGillicuddy and Ruth Newcomb. From them we learned that Ruth Smith had just left Miami to return to the West Indies where she will do obstetrical nursing. As we boarded a train to Kentucky we were greeted by Ginny Watts, hostess. After registering at the hotel, we got in touch with Helen Engert, head of the State Board of Nursing Examiners. From her we learned that Norma Nesmith was doi ng Public Health Work in the Kentucky Hills, assisted by Mary Dwyer. After visiting here a few days, we left for New York where we stopped off to visit Pris Farrar, who is now married to Franky. We then returned to Boston. So much had happened on our trip that we planned a little party, so that those who preferred to remain at M.G.H. might know what the others were doing. In our group were Lillian Halekas, Supervisor of Psychia- trie Nursing; Olive Hohl, Operating Room Supervisor; Alex Passios, of Baker Memorial Nursing Office; Muriel Settle, Assistant to the Superin- tendent of Nurses; Helen Watters, Admitting Office Supervisor; and Phil Simpson, Out-Patient Department Supervisor. E. T. The Unexpected Happens — Member of Nursing Office meets student with curls piled high! Permission is given for a two-day change day! Student wearing ankle socks meets Miss Sleeper! Wouldn’t It be Wonde rful If — night nurses had class time made up? everyone were weighed on “Weight Day”? the narcotic count were always right? night nurses’ conferences were eliminated? we stayed in one room longer than two months at a time? all schools had a Miss Fraser? Page Fifty-eight First Ni kter’s Revue Arsenic and Old Lace . Banjo Eyes .... The Little Foxes . A Yank in the R. A. F. Smilin’ Thru Man Power .... Secrets of the Lone Wolf The Feminine Touch . Great Guns .... Suspicion .... You’ll Never Get Rich Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde Buck Privates . Dawn Patrol Escape Private Worlds . Flight Command . Hold Back the Dawn . Sons O’ Fun .... Nothing But The Truth Swamp (ed) Woman . Dressed to Kill . All Over Town The Women Internatio nal Squadron Riders of the Purple Sage Birth of the Blues . The Reluctant Dragon Unfinished Business . Flying Blind .... When Ladies Meet East House at McLean first operation supervisors Little Float probe “daze” duty on B3 night nurse on G. M.G.H. backrub inspection day wrong narcotic count doing floor duty uniform and street clothes probes morning rounds of night supervisors a week without relief life at M.G.H. post ' op. orders after the Senior Ball underclassmen letter to Miss Johnson overflown sterilizer uniform inspection a date with a House Officer Wh7 and Wh8 housemen in White Building Elevators rising at 6:00 A.M. starting inspection work Wh8 with 9:30C:00 off first “first scrub” in O. R. 7:00 P.M. M. G. R. S. Page Fifty-nine Who - - called from Ward G to ask for someone to sit with a probable Allen Street? washed a patient’s teeth with shaving cream? converted her room at B. L. I. into a kennel? originated the idea that hearts and kidneys from the Anatomy Lab. made good bedfellows? reported that a clysis was “running into the tissues”? used a full tank of C02 in one hour to cure hiccoughs? Famous Quotations R. Rantakangas . “I ' m going to ask for — ” D. James .... “You’re a bird” S. Jarek .... “What do you get for it?” E. Nason .... “I’m so sorry, but I’ve got to study” M. Smith .... “I’m ripping!” C. Parker .... “Did you r-e aTTy?” R. Scalora .... “Honey!!!” V. Chase .... “If I had known I could have got some M. Hayes .... “Hey, you know what?” C. Briggs .... “W ' eTl, i-t’s t ' hri-s w ' a-y” C. Krasnogor . “Hello, darlink” W. Zeller .... “Goin’ on a diet tomorrow” H. Robinson . “I’m getting out of here now” Head T urse — “Will you make a doughnut for Mrs. B. in the East Wing?” Student — “Sorry, I haven’t had dietetics yet.” There was a little girl She had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead — She wasn’t a nurse! Page Sixty One Back vs. Three Nurses To whom it may concern: — The following case is the fruition of a dutiful resolution made by said nurse while abed on Bulfinch 3, to rid the metropolis of the “scrimey, scrimpy, dreamy, drippy” vertebral masseuse. The whole affair started one fair morning, when I, still in the arms of Morpheus, to the plea of a tired, timid Prob, very innocently but evidently quite audibly said — “Why, of course not — please do!” I later learned her request had been, “Do you mind (if I practice)?” With heavy bone-rimmed glasses, a strained and studious stare, mumbling my diagnosis somewhat coherently, she set to work — . Methodically, dutifully she labored with the equipment — bottles, jars, cans, towels, and all within my cubicle boundaries — incredible! Patiently, tenderly, she tickled my spine — up and down, in and around. Ah, this time ’tis heaven sure, I thought and with be-numbed feelings and dimming senses, I went off to dream the rest. At two p.m. I viewed a wise and worldly 2nd year student at my beck side. She bore a single bottle and can, and nonchalantly quizzed — “A back ' rub, yes or no?” With my morning rub still in mind, I answered, “Mais oui!” Now here was a nurse with generosity for a motto — . A rub generous with alcohol, yet devoid of elbow grease was to follow. The fluid flowed leisurely over “ridge and rill”. Ah, this was America the land of plenty! But how my qualms did heighten when I thought of the complications which might ensue — . Would it be otitis media? chafing of the popliteal space? aspiration of borated alcohol? silicosis? or a plain, honest to goodness chill? She left me abruptly to find my own answer. And when at six p.m. I cautiously moved to the busy, bustling senior’s command, “Roll over, please, your backrub!”, I could not help but shiver in anticipation — . But, now economy had come to the fore — . This time there was but a bottle, and apparently this nurse used the minim system — . One dab at the neck, one at the 4th lumbar vertebra, and one drop on the coccyx- admirable conservatism, I thought. How like a senior — three years of watch ' ing resources had brought her to this — . At last I rolled over — a day well spent, I decided, but why can’t we get this procedure on a union basis — with a fixed amount of powder, alcohol, energy, and time! H. R. M. MacD. Page Sixty-one A Round Robin Letter Started Jan. 1, 1952. Hello, Round Robin Reader: — “This is Ruth Bartlett writing. Really, I haven’t had a moment since I became night supervisor at the General. I find that, as usual, Lens Wood- bury held the letter up for a month as she had a new class of preclinical stu- dents at the Worcester Memorial Hospital. Speaking of Worcester, Helen Robinson, now Mrs. B. of course, is conducting a day nursery with the able assistance of Evvy Gates. I see Beth Davis and Elna Carlson often, as they are private duty nurses at the Phillips House. From them I learned that Ginny Hussey and Phil Smith returned from Columbia with their M.A.’s and are about to assume their new duties in the Nursing Office. I made a general tour of the new Research Wing yesterday, where I found the super- visor to be Julia Sarad. She told me that Gladys Willard had realized her ambition, and was chief laboratory technician. Oh, I almost forgot about our new ambulance corps connected with the Emergency Ward, of which Lieutenant Doris James is the able head. In this system, quick-witted nurses are assigned to, and accompany the House Officers on, each ambulance trip. To help her, Doris chose Lilia Sheldon and Bea Bennett. So you can see why we are proud of our great medical and surgical center. So much for us in Boston — off we go to Wanda Zeller in the West. . . .” “To follow on, folks, Madeleine Curtis is Chief Nurse Anesthetist here at the LIniversity of Iowa, while I strive to direct Obstetrics. I recently heard from Doris Swanson who is M-G-M’s studio nurse in Hollywood. She is eagerly awaiting the arrival of Bebe Jarek and Karin Saarinen, who have already started westward in pursuit of a similar position, both having been recently released from the Army. Incidently, have you read Margaret Lands- downe’s latest book, “Nursing Adventures in Alaska”? It is a best seller in nursing circles here. Well, girls, I am sending this to Carolyn Parker, who is doing Public Health work in St. Petersburg, Fla. . . .” “As I write this, Anne Schilling is at my elbow adding newsy bits. Just learned from the Quarterly Record that Jo Ferrara is Supervisor of the West End Health Unit, and that Kay Manter drives her car about the rural areas of Maine. Frannie McMorran is taking advanced courses at Henry Street Settlement. I suppose you know that Ray Rantakangas is the proud mother of twin boys this month. Barbara Dooley has been chief nurse at the Pensa- Page Sixty-two cola Station Hospital, and only the other day she wrote me that Rusty Chase was married and living in Philadelphia. On we go to Trudy Nason. . . .” “What a busy time I have had being congratulated upon my election to the presidency of the Michigan State League of Nursing Education. Among my well wishers came Rose Scalora, who informed that she had just received a legacy from a former patient! Now she is making preparations for her coming marriage. Speaking of marriage, Rose also told me that Marie Smith is a happy young matron in a vine covered cottage in Braintree. Well, girls, it might seem that this letter were at the end of its journey. But no! It goes to a far corner of the globe to Cleora Briggs, in South Africa. I think we have everyone included, and what a thrill Cleora will experience for the short recess from her rehabilitation work. . . .“ C. Y. B. H. R. © Page Sixty-three The Value of Knowledge When just a probe In uniform of blue I learned just how — And what to do. At Eye and Ear Drops have their place In the eye Not on th e face. Then when “capped”, I reached the heights That one attains While “on nights”. Next, “senior bands” The crowning glory — But that begins Another story. Soon after, “checks”, — Here’s the rub — I crashed the O.R. And learned to scrub. So I’ve learned all this And much more too — But in an emergency What good’s it do? To B.L.I. — Yes- It’s really true — The number of diapers One small baby runs thru! It’s almost seven (a.m.) And duties call Footsteps grow dim ’Way down the hall — My heart skips a beat — Fear chills my blood — For where on earth Is my apron stud? C. K. In Our Book of Memories Our 10:30 curfew; “oh, well, the pupil can take relief;” those beach parties at Lynn; trying to get off ' duty time at B.L.I.; those brisk morning walks from Charles St.; creepy nights on Wd. G when the sprinkler set itself olf; eight multips and one nurse in the B.L.I. labor room; probie finals; those ticklish girls in massage classes; the elevator doors in the O.R. (the little man who wasn ' t there); ■ ■“Little Robbie”; one flatiron, three nurses, 9:45 P.M.; relief on good old C D; moving; Mr. Minnie’s cokes; rounds at B.L.I.; that sprint for the door just as midnight strikes. R. B. Page Sixty- jour Can You Picture: M.G.H. without Bulfinch; night duty without morning clinics; Wanda on a reduction diet; Gladys Willard full of pep; Marie Smith not quarreling with Rip; Rusty a brunette; Briggsie in a rush; Bennett and Sheldon not going to Rockland; Elna without a polka; Evie Gates happy all day; Bebe Jarek not griping; Barbara Dooley without makeup; Madeleine Curtis not in love; Joe Ferrara without a smile; Mary Maloney without a meeting; 10:30, all lights out; Krasnogor without her antics; Kay Manter shouting; B3 without oxygen tents; Karen Saarinen without her “strabismus”; Bunny White unkind; Mary Mac without an audience; Charlotte O’Neil doing the boogey-woogey; Mary Dwyer with long hair; Olive Hohl without a smile; Ruth Newcomb without her baby talk; Gladys Willard making a racket; Mary Hayes not saying “Huh?”; E. W. quiet and serene; new nurse’s home to replace Thayer; Wh8 without hysterectomy patients; WhlO without a catheter; Thayer classroom without Mary Chase; 3:00-4:00 in the afternoon without tea and cookies; inspection day without a 9:30-1:00 and the utility room; not having to write case studies and clinics; not checking your pro- cedure book; the front desk at night without Mr. Connors; Miss Bowen dis- interested in anatomy; Miss Frazer not “bustling” around; Miss Kempf without class schedules; Ginny Hussey housecleaning; Lois Woodbury ready for work at 6:30 A.M.; Trudy Nason not studying; Rusty Chase worried; Cert Moynihan hurrying; Mary Heney not the glamor girl; Jean Coady not stewing; Freddi Doliber weighing in at HO; Mary Maloney without a date; Helen Engert not anxious to attend Symphony. Page Sixty-five Those Melodies . . . Tonight We Love I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire Blue Champagne Be Honest With Me Piano Concerto You and I Green Eyes Jealousy There’ll Be Some Changes Made . Boogie-Woogie One O’Clock Jump Kiss the Boys Goodbye Lullably and Good Night .... Three O ' Clock in the Morning Dinner at Eight Why Don’t We Do This More Often Night and Day I’m Getting Sentimental Over You . Angel in Disguise I Belong to You What word is Sweeter than Sweetheart Temptation What Do You Know, Joe? .... Because Shine So Do I Nickel Serenade By the Light of the Silvery Moon . Sweet Moments Sympathy Where or When My Feet’s Too Big Lovely to Look At graduation night boiling a catheter set Benedict’s solution visit with Miss Johnson thanks to Dr. Roos first and second scrub in the O.R. dining room graduation the probes’ long Sundays B.L.I. nursery McLean night nurses’ serenade entering training night duty on Pediatrics senior float’s goodnight O. R. duty vacation E.W. front desk last month in training night nurse M.G.H. P. M. dishing out ice cream on the ward final exams reason for staying out after 12 those black shoes still have a case study to do who has two nickels for a dime? moonlight sail off duty for those on THE bench did I last see my instruction book? after relief our new white uniforms Class Will We, the Class of 1942, of the Massachusetts General Hospital School of Nursing, having lived through training and being of unsound mind and body, do hereby set down in this, our last Will and Testament, what we, after deep and thoughtful consideration, do deem proper and fitting: TO the class of 1943, we give and bequeath the fun and learning con- tained within the portals of our hospital, and the reverence and respect which is its rightly heritage. TO Miss Nancy Fraser we bequeath one month’s leave of absence to be spent on strict bed rest, cared for by all her “children”. FOR future interviewers, we leave an upholstered bench for the hall by Miss Johnson’s office, for them to sit on while fidgetting. TO Miss Johnson we leave a permanently dusted stool in Walcott House Classroom. TO all incoming probie classes we leave the indisputable evidence that “we did it — and you can do it too”! TO Ward G we leave the best interior decorator we can find, and after that we will continue to engage him for some time. To Mr. Connors we leave an electric eye. TO Baker student night nurses, a permanent A.W.O.L. pass from 8 a.m. clinics. TO Baker Nursing Office twelve large bottles of red ink, to be dis- tributed to the students who persistantly chart clinics in blue ink. TO the Head Nurses, a radio button which will snap on and say, “Have you checked everything, charted your baths and your fluids?” TO the House Officers, a fund which will enable them to celebrate change day festivities in even grander style than that to which they are accus- tomed. TO the doctors in general, a course in legible penmanship in 10 easy lessons. TO B.L.I., a newly developed contrivance which automatically “dia- pers” babies painlessly and noiselessly — -well, almost. TO the Pediatric relief nurses we are leaving a time clock, to be punched with assurance of pay — time and a half — for overtime. TO Mrs. Atherton we leave a remote control button which will open Walcott front door from the desk. TO members of all classes who may some day become Head Nurses we leave mimeographed copies, suitable for framing, “I too was once a student”. TO the “Corky” we love, we send what we think she wants. Page Sixty-seven TO the night nurses we leave a 1942 edition of “Fanny Farmer Cook Book . TO Miss Viden, an elastic order for a huge and varied amount of food for Walcott House. TO Charles St. we leave a little errand boy, who likes to run up and down the ramp. TO Dr. Wilson we send an automatic I.V. putter-inner. TO Dr. Sweeney we leave a southern accent to complete the picture. TO Dr. Quimby we leave anything but a bow tie. Going from the general to the specific — the individual members of our class wish to make the following personal bequests — TO future classes Briggsy leaves her plans for her home for Feeble Minded Children, because of the national emergency. TO those interested Rusty Chase leaves Six Easy Lessons — but you’d better not perform in public until approved. TO each of you Ann Schilling leaves a membership in the Skiing Club. TO future glamour girls Evvy Gates leaves her hair-do! TO all those in need, Kay Manter leaves her lovely complexion so that Miss Fraser’s trips to Skin Clinic will be less frequent. TO the seniors Caroline Parker leaves the bridge to Tech. TO all Jitter-bugs Lilia Sheldon leaves her flying feet. TO all those that struggle Lois Woodbury leaves her perfect curls. TO some deserving under-grad, Mary Maloney leaves her inestimable efficiency and neatness. TO make fast friends Mary Dwyer leaves her ability. TO some one “made of sterner stuff” Jo Ferrara leaves her diet. TO some poor timid soul Barbie Munroe leaves a piece of her deter- mined chin. TO someone, Celia Krasnoger ' s wit, since it is uncontrollable, we can- not control its destination. TO some future student who is trying to explain that after-midnight return, Gert Moynahan leaves her ability to tell time by the moon. TO those going no place, but fast, Jean Coady leaves her ability. TO all under-grads C. Bruno leaves “anniversary celebrations”. TO all Irene Brase leaves the gleam in her eye and we hope you enjoy it as much as we did. Betty Buckley very generously allows the preclinicals the privilege of growing up to meet her tall and mighty men. Pag e-Sixt y ■ eight K. C. J. B. Three Years Tale . . . Twas a cold day in Winter, when probies, we came To old whose tradition and fame Made us eager to add there the R.N. to our name. First there was tea in Walcott so spacious, And then a class with Miss Johnson, so gracious. At Charles Street our classmates and Big Sisters assembled, At their tales of our future, we sat there and trembled. We soon met Miss Smith, so kind and inspiring; Miss Evers so poised; and Miss Cartland so untiring; Mrs. Bourgeois, whose sciences we soon were acquiring. On a tour of inspection we readily found How hard it would be to learn our way around. After weeks of hard work and anticipation Came the day we were capped, a great celebration. On the wards we made quite the best beds ever seen, Our procedures were perfect; upper classmen turned green With envy because we were so poised and serene (?) But amidst all the work of preclinical days There were gala affairs quite deserving of praise. The gay lanterns lighting old Bulfinch lawn Made us wish the June Formal would last until dawn. Page Sixty-nine Of course, best was the Ether Day of ' 39, When in newly donned checks and with eyes all ashine We proudly displayed our new building so fine. Imagine an icebag, without cracking the ice — Just a note to C. S. R.— that would suffice! The Alumnae presented a gift we admire The portrait of our principal, in her hospital attire. At the Candlelight Service, the Rotunda was abright With candles, which cast an ethereal light, While the girls of the Glee Club sang “O Holy Night”. The spirit of Christmas could be seen at a glance If you happened to come to the holiday dance. After the holidays, affiliations were started, And from many dear friends, for the first time we parted. From B.L.I., Eye and Ear, Haynes and McLean We were glad when at last back to Walcott we came. For moving for us was no longer a game. How happy we were when the great day arrived That we wore senior bands for which we ' d long strived. Our future now held in store numerous things: There were pictures, and plans; for some, engagement rings. Baccalaureate! Senior ball! At last, Graduation! Our M.G.H. training a perfect foundation For our lives, as in white we go each to her station! D. J. and V. C. Page Seventy Page Seventy-one Autographs Page Seventy-1110 Page Seventy-three Autographs Page Seventy-jour Undergraduate Directory CLASS OF 1943 Felicita Boselli. Italy Patricia Campbell, Greenfield, Mass. Alice Chase, West Rutland, Vermont Helen Chwalek, Lawrence, Mass. Virginia Durning, Manchester, N. H. Ingeborg Grosser, Melrose Highlands, Mass Gertrude Hall, Ridlonville, Mass. Marion Hamelin, Georgetown, Mass. Virginia Hanlon, Winthrop, Mass. Dorothy Hansen, Maynard, Mass. Marguerite Hartnett, Marlboro, Mass. Margot Jeffries, Lynn, Mass. Mildred Johnson, So. Easton, Mass. Antoinette Kaminski, Taunton, Mass. Genevieve Koziol, Ludlow, Vermont Mary McCumiskey, Allston, Mass. Martha Metcalf, Hamden, Conn. Helen Middleditch, Barnveld, N. Y. Barbara Mulvanity, Nashua, N. H. Marjorie Murray, Dover, N. H. Ruth Murray, So. Attleboro, Mass. Mary Nickerson, Daytona Beach, Fla. Margaret O ' Brien, Hudson, N. Y. Elizabeth O’Loughlin, A.B., Woonsocket, R. I. Priscilla Powers, Gloucester, Mass. Emma Rice, Wilbraham, Mass. Gertrude Richards, Topsfield, Mass. Jeanne Ross, Somerville, Mass. Mary Sheehan, Taunton, Mass. Dorothy Smith, Athol. Mass. Marie Steele, W. Springfield, Mass. Sara Striga, So. Attleboro, Mass. Mary Wallace, Rochester, N. H. Erma Welker, Ashland, Wisconsin Ann Barrett, Concord, N. H. Mary A. Barron, Salem Depot, N. H. Betty Brewer, Damariscotta, Me. Jessie Brown, B. A., Ossining, N. Y. Ruth Brown, Belmont, Mass. Elaine Bruce, Amenia, N. Y. Helen Burns Brookline, Mass. Kathleen Burpee, Manchester, N. H. Veronica Byrne, E. Boston, Mass. Jacquelin Cape, Cambridge, Mass. Rita Carr, Newport, N. H. Evelyn Cooney, Glen Ridge, N. J. Edith Dasey, Newton Highlands, Mass. Mary DeWolf, Ph.B., Warren, R. I. Gertrude Dowling, Manchester, N. H. Helen Finn, Rochester, N. Y. Ethel Gardner, Nantucket, Mass. Nettie Garrison, A.B., Lawrence, Mass. Aldona Gelus, Webster, Mass. Elizabeth Glover, Stoughton, Mass. Mary Hathaway, West Hartford, Conn. Christine Hogan, Sharon, Mass. Evelyn Husson, Springfield, Mass. Doris Johnson, B.A., Concord, N. H. Pauline Johnson, Meredith, N. H. Ruth Johnston, Brighton, Mass. Helen Krasnecki, No. Chelmsford, Mass. Mary LoGuidice, Brockton, Mass. Mary Malone, Jamaica Plain, Mass. Shirley Mansfield, Wakefield, Mass. Madeline McCormack, Quincy, Mass. Clara Miller, Ogden, Utah Barbara Moulton, Medford, Mass. Elizabeth Mucica, Little Falls, N. Y. Elaine Noyes, Brockton, Mass. Stella O Mara, E. Millinocket, Me. Minnie Oosting, Muskegon, Mich. Mariane Orvis, Dubuque, Iowa Barbara Parsons, New Castle, Penna. Jeanne Parant, Melrose, Mass. Mary Quinn, Sudbury Center, Mass. Jean Roberts, Bridgeport, Conn. Doris Robitaille, Southampton, Mass. Martha Seaworth, Langdon, N. D. Constance Smith, Melrose, Mass. June Stewart, No. Providence, R. I. Jane Strickland. Rockfall, Conn. Cleopatra Stylianos, Nashua, N. H. Emily Sullivan, Arlington, Mass. Margaret Thomas, Stoddard, N. H. Rita Timms, Boston, Mass. Constance Warner, B.A., Oberlin, Ohio Page Seventy-five Undergraduate Directory CLASS OF 1944 Aino Berg, Wellesley. Mass. Bettie Boyce, Burlington, Vt. Anne Bucheri, Salem Center, N. H. Anna Budzyna, E. Douglas, Mass. Ruth Burgess, Manehester. Mass. Blair Cassell, Pawtueket, R. I. June Cassells, Buzzards Bay. Mass. Priscilla Cole, Gloucester, Mass. Mary Connor, Dorchester, Mass. Lelia Duffy, Taunton, Mass. Mary Fagan, Taunton, Mass. Pearl Foss, Newtonville, Mass. Elaine Gordon, W. Newton. Mass. Jean Gravelle, Bucksport, Me. Madeline Plamel. Worcester, Mass. Nancy Hardy, Malden, Mass. Mary Hart, Rochester, N. Y. Annette Heinzle, Jefferson, Mass. Barbara Hines, Oyd Lyme, Conn. Aliee Howell, Baltimore, Md. Helen Kneeland, Dover, N. H. Ann LaVigne, Worcester, Mass. Catherine Maitland, Swampscott, Mass. Carlene Marr, Gardner. Mass. Natalie McCrillis, N. Conway, N. H. Anna McMennimin, Rockland. Mass. Gertrude McMorran, Lincoln, N. H Lillian Nolette, Salmon Falls, N. H. Ruth Pedley, Grosvenordale, Conn. Barbara Rairner, Adams, Mass. Marion Randall. Lynn, Mass. Mary Singleton, Manchester, Mass. Lorna Thigpen, New York, N. Y. Martha Addison. New York, N. Y. Priscilla Andrews, Milton. Mass. Patricia Bachelder, Hallowell, Me. Eileen Begley, Lawrence. Mass. Louise Brown, Beverley, Mass. Barbara Came, Bar Harbor. Me. Gunvor Carlson. Gloucester, Mass. Vivian Carroll, Long Branch. N. J. Barbara Christie, Johnston, R. I. Mary Church, Syracuse, N. Y. Bernice Clarke, New Bedford. Mass. Rita Collins, Winchester, Mass. Mary Conroy. Hingham, Mass. Miriam Davis, Portsmouth, N. H. Bernadette DiNatle, Melrose, Mass. Rita Doyle, Medford, Mass. Muriel Emerson, Biddeford, Me. Helen Fuller, Ogden, Utah Almyra Gates, Visalia, Calif. Dorothy Grant, Gloucester, Mass. Miriam Hakkinen, Gardner, Mass. Charlotte Hall, Holyoke, Mass. Ruth Hanson, Saco, Maine Ann Hart, So Hope, Maine Barbara Hayden, W. Newton, Mass. Barbara Hitehings, Lynn, Mass. Rachel Hoar, Williamstown, Mass. Margaret Hosmer, Boston, Mass. Barbara Johnson. Worcester, Mass. Gerttrude Kelley, Newton. N. H. Jean Kistler, Elkhart, Ind. Phyllis Lavery, Webster. Mass. Esther Leysath, Springfield, Vt. Lena Mainiero, Bridgeport, Conn. Mary Mark, Plymouth. Mass. Marion Mazzolini, Randolph, Vt. Dorothy McCullough, Wellesley, Mass. Mavis Phelps. Mattapan, Mass. Dorothy Quinn, Fitchburg, Mass. Marie Rearick, Warren, Mass. Marie Reeves. Joplin, Mo. Lenore Reimann, Mt. Vernon, N. Y. Mary Richards, Portsmouth. N. H. Carolyn Rogers, Old Town, Me. Eileen Samuelson. New Haven, Conn. Barbara Schurk, New Haven, Conn. Barbara Somerville, Houlton, Me. Marion Sullivan, E. Boston, Mass. Mary Alice Sullivan, Watertown. Mass. Virginia Telander, Randolph, Mass. Annie Thibodeau, Gray, Me. Barbara Thorburn, Rumford, R. I. Barbara Wagew, Fall River, Mass. Priscilla Webster, Whitman, Mass. Teanne Welch, Attleboro, Mass. Patricia Welch, Rutland, Vt. Cynthia Welker. Holyoke. Mass. Virginia Wentworth, Saugus. Mass. Elizabeth Whitney, Gardner, Mass. Jeannette Wilkinson. Derby, Conn. Mayme Wirkkala, Sunapee, N. H. Page Seventy-six • • . • ft ffffffffff fffffffff ■ 11444 144 if 44 « 44444 4f 4f 4 4 44441 RT « •««« 4444444444