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

Text from Pages 1 - 80 of the 1948 volume:

MGH HEALTH SCIENCES LIBRARY )948 CO-EDITORS Mary Gainey Ardis Murray BUSINESS MANAGERS Anna Towhill Marjorie Webb PHOTOGRAPHY Editor: Marianne Foster Ass ' t: Pauline Roy ART Editor: Patricia Northridge Ass’t: Margaret Murphy ADVERTISING Alanager: Barbara Gray Ass’ts: Thelma Roberts Jacqueline Fishel REPORTORIAL BOARD Shirley Atwood Joyce Campion Avis Cartwright Katherine Collins Eunice Cooley Jean Currier Frances Dillard Mary Geiser Barbara Hunter Ruth Johnson Rita Krasinskas Muriel Larose Marion Martell Irene Niedospal Constance Palmer Eloise Smith Patricia Sullivan Ethel Todd Patricia Webber Constance Ward Arline Wink CIRCULATION Alanager: Lois Bloomquist Ass’ts: Virginia Goodwin Katherine Shea Eileen Sheehan Ethel Wetherbee [ 6 ] Miss Ruth Sleeper To you who helped to guide us through three of the most eventful and cherished years of our lives we say, “Thank you.” Not only for the many little things that added to our comfort and peace of mind, but for your confidence in us as nurses and everything for which the profession stands. Most of all, Miss Sleeper, we thank you for your ever- increasing belief, faith and trust in us as women. To you we dedicate this edition of Ivy Columns. The Class of 1948 2) i iectoA. — ]e icUe?i — ' uend Dear Seniors: “Today is Weight Day.’ ' Do you remember that familiar sign which greeted you at frequent intervals during your student days? Do you remember how we charted your weight month after month because we felt a great reposnsibility for your well- being? This year of your graduation you will join a long and distinguished line of nurses who have gone forth from the School for three-quarters of a century. These women have gone to work in every state of this Country and in almost every other country in the world. They have practiced in hospitals, homes, schools, industries. They have nursed the young, the aged. They have worked in large city hospitals and in the lonely countryside. They have taught nursing to pupils in distant lands in many languages. Have you ever stopped to think of the place you will hold in the family of the M.G.H. School of Nursing? Have you ever considered the difference between your preparation and that of your predecessors of ten, fifteen, or twenty-five years ago? Have you ever weighed your obligations and responsibilities against the broader preparation you have been privileged to receive? Today is your commencement; today is weight day. This time you will do the weighing. The record will read not in pounds but in responsibilities. The weight will not be for your physical well-being. Today you will weigh your future. There will be purpose and achievement to balance against purpose- less wandering; service to others to balance against personal gain; judgment, determin- ation, courage, against ease and indulgence; open-mindedness, cooperation and under- standing against intolerance and selfishness. It will not be a simple matter to record this type of growt h on charts. Mere dots and squares cannot show mental and spiritual development. Lines cannot indicate the sense of obligation or personal and social responsibility well met. But, nonetheless, the growth will be evident for there will be for you the faith of patients, the trust of co- workers, the belief of friends, and respect for self. From the School, congratulations on your past achievement. From the Faculty, best wishes to you. From your sister alumnae, a welcome into your chosen profession. From us all, a promise of a helping hand. Today is commencement. Have you weighed in yet, senior? [ 8 ] Top left: Miss Adele Gorkum, Mrs. William Litler — Top right: Miss Anna Griffin Bottom: Miss Ruth Poules, Miss Anne Raftery, Miss Anna Croty Top: Nursing Arts Department. Center: Miss Edna Lepper, Miss Nancy Fraser, Miss Anna Viden. Bottom: Nursing Science Department. [II] Mrs. Robert Crowley Miss Anne Raftery fyacultu AdviAaM We cannot express our feelings of gratitude for the physical aid and moral support you have given us throughout this past year during which you have served as our class advisors, without being trite; and so we shall be trite, “Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.” [ 12 ] The Class of 1948 Toli: S. N. C. A. Center: Judiciary Board. Bottom: Yearbook Staff. [ 14 ] Toft: Dormitory Board. Center: Seton Club. Bottom: Patricia Sullivan, Seton Club President; Father Charles Scullen. [ 5 ] Top: Drawsheet Staff. Center: Rev. Rollin Fairbanks, Rev. James Burns. Bottom: Protestant Guild Club. [16] Jo bend — : .o . - u‘ t — to Male call You should ha 9 ,:een the patients I had this mornliit — -id ten o ' clock r. dlcines — and 0 o ' clock pencillins- — .■ .n out of Ind. . Each student has her own cheerful quiescent room [18] [ 20 ] From the four corners we came, north, south, east and west — all fifty-seven of us — eager for the future with the same goal in mind, but not one of us then realized our true destinies. Months of preparation had preceded our arrival — the correspondence, small at first, had increased rapidly in the latter weeks. If it wasn’t “your registra- tion of five dollars has been received,” it was “please forward birth certificate in duplicate.” Who doesn’t recall the anxious moments spent because she hadn ' t yet obtained a “fairly large briefcase,” a “washable blanket” or a “gym suit?” And through our minds raced the thoughts “20 grains equals 1 scruple” and 480 minims equals 1 fluid ounce” and to new-comers to Boston, the directions printed so care- fully, “from North Station, take a taxi, walk or take the subway to Park Street station, change to subway to Charles Street station and walk two blocks toward Boston Common” — all to add to our con- fusion. Somehow we made it. February 6, 1945, a bright, sunny, non-typical New England winter day found us esconced in our new residence at 92 Charles Street. There, amid hello, unpacking, introduc- tions, we met our future roommates. On the afternoon of our first day, the Ladies Visiting Committee and the Ladies Advisory Committee of the School of Nursing (whew) gave us a tea. Still carry- ing two to three inches of traveling dust and smoothing out our wrinkled skirts, we proceeded to locate the Walcott House, where we were introduced to our new in- structors. Following the tea was our formal introduction to the school by the director of nurses, Miss Sally Johnson. How hushed and subdued we were as we stood to attention when she walked to the head of the classroom and how attentive we were as she welcomed us to the school of nursing. Our first four months in the school, otherwise known as the “probie period” were hectic months filled with lectures, demonstrations, practice work of nursing procedures and a few hours a week on the wards. Those four months could be prop- erly termed “The Green Months” for we constantly came up against new situations which we might add, some of us didn’t handle so tactfully. Dormitory life too kept us occupied- -the nightly sessions in the smoker, the parties after hours, and the silly things we did such as running down Charles Street in pajamas to watch a fire; pulling a certain nurse through the window. We rarely lacked for dates during the war period when servicemen were abundant. Someone always ran through the “dorm” yelling, “Who wants a blind date?” How we kept those beau parlors occupied! Too much play could not do however, as we all had serious thoughts of capping. Those exams were “stiff” and we [21 ] really worried through that “final prac- tical.” Finally, the day came — June io — and we convened in Walcott house for the presentation of our caps by Miss Johnson. What a proud moment for each of us. How could we help but be “cap con- scious?” We looked forward eagerly to the next stepping stone — that of receiving our checks. But, O “alas,” little did we know that we were to herald a new era — that of “bibs ’n blues.” ’Twas the war, we were told and only a temporary arrange- ment — for two years that is. This did not hinder our work, but it did require fre- quent explanations as to our “status quo.” September rallied around and the first third of our class piously packed bags and belongings for their first vacation -so greatly needed by this time. This month also heralded the arrival of the new probies — the second section to enter after us. We really felt up in the world now with two groups behind us. And so the days passed we had now started specialties — some in the O.R., others in O.P.D., neu- rological and urological floors. How green we felt our first day in the O.R. — everyone scurrying to and fro in white gowns, masks and headgears. Our greenness was doubled, no tripled, on our first case. Remember how you gingerly held out the wrong glove to the surgeon. Contamina- tion?? Heavens, no — as one absent- minded nurse calmly taps her mouth to stifle a yawn — whilst holding a retractor! The arrival of December, plans for the Christmas formal, under our sponsorship, were started. Changing the traditional scene from Moseley to Walcott house was advocated and on the chosen night we joy- ously danced amid Christmas greens and mistletoe to the music of Ken Reeves. On February 6, to celebrate our first year in training, the “gang” visited “Blin- strub’s Village” — the evening was well spent— and spent, I mean. In March, half of the class started pediatrics, a new kind of nursing for most of us and what fun it was to bathe and feed the small babies as well as play with the older children. In the early part of June, we sponsored our second formal. This time in the Mose- ley Rotunda. Balloons of all colors deco- rated the ceiling and bridal wreath ob- tained by various persons from “ye es- planade” adorned trellises. The Vander- bilt Boys supplied the music — yes, it was music — and even indulged in a bit of singing. The dance was a huge success, but someone should have told the bugs to behave. B.L.I....T0 just anyone, those letters mean nothing, but to nurses of the M.G.H. and especially the Class of ’48, it meant three months of laborious work of head- gears and masks, block relief and nights. The work was new and different. We learned to bathe 30 babies in a few hours and to care for and teach the mothers. Delivery floor — one of the most thrilling places a nurse can work, not that we actually did so much, but watching a new [ 22 ] being come into this world and to life was a truly remarkable sight. The nights on Richardson House and the good (?) fudge we made will never be forgotten —nor will the numerous beach parties in which we indulged!! We did manage to get into difficulties — strange visitors to our win- dows and sleeping in laundries — ooh that hard table!! Our truly great farewell party was the climax. I don’t know how we all managed to fit in that room, but when a certain supervisor walked in, we found so many places to hide. That was the fastest clean-up job a room ever re- ceived. Vacation again, and we returned rested and ready to face new problems and tasks. And so the days passed. Winter came with its billowy snow and we spent another Christmas in training. The Glee Club, so improved this year, caroled at North Sta- tion and on the radio. In January, Mc- Lean claimed a part of us. A vacation they said — but we remember all those floors we mopped and clothes we sorted and the continued refrain, “I want my tennis racquet!” Two big events in February- first our celebration of our second anniversary. Will we ever learn? The evening started and ended with a bang- -the trip home was something to remember. The second important event was that of receiving our senior bands— at last we were on the last lap of our journey in nursing and whether we admitted it or not, it helped our pres- tige to know we were seniors and to have those bands on our caps. At this time, plans for our senior activ- ities were started. Mrs. Crowley and Miss Raftery were chosen as advisors and with their help we were able to proceed. The main problem — that of raising funds for the yearbook loomed in the foreground. A gay strawberry festival on Bulfinch lawn in June was a sparkling success. In July our senior banquet was held at Hotel Sheraton. The Committee did a wonderful piece of work. In August, vaca- tions again — a short one this time for those who returned to M.G.H. only to leave for the Indians and the veterans. September arrived and several of the class found themselves to be student assistants — a job they never dreamed possible for themselves. “It’s here!” we said to one another as January came to a close. Rather hard to believe that the three years had already passed. Looking back, it seemed only yes- terday that we had eagerly blundered our ways to 92 Charles Street. And now, as graduate nurses, we separate, each to go her own way. We will never forget our three years at M.G.H., nor will we forget the many friends we made, the good times we had, the knowledge we gained. We leave with some regrets but we could never wish to prolong our three years or relive them for we are already looking forward to the future — to new fields — and new experiences! [23 ] Dear Diary July 5, 10343 — Our most memorable day; we arrived at M.G.H. to begin our train- ing. Registration, tea with Miss Johnson and her associates . . . tour of hospital . . . supper in cafeteria. . .taken out for a good time at night by our big sisters . . . then to bed at last. July 6 — 6:45 a.m. to 6 p.m. today. . .fin- ished packing and getting settled . . . more orientation. July 7 — more classes. . .visited the kids to get better acquainted. July 8 — wore our uniforms for the first time. . .worked on the wards. July 10 — another tour of the hospital. . . so many places to get lost in. July —Had a math test today. . . y 2 x 34 equals JJ of 100%????? July 12 — Had our first nursing quiz. . . whew, glad that’s over. July 13 — We are already making empty beds. . .does it seem possible???? Party on Walcott roof. . .really had a good time. July 14 — Worked on the wards all morning. . .cleaning bedside tables. July 16 — Had our first taste of M.G.H. shots . . . Barby Eckersall really fell for them. July ij — T.C.R. It was here that we were observed in making our empty bed today. “Where is that toe pleat?” “Do you think that drawsheet is tight?” “Are those corners made properly?” July 23 — Started occupational therapy projects — embroidered sampler squares. July 26- August 2 — This week was filled with monthly examinations — sure were glad when they were over. August 3 — Now we can make occupied beds, give back care. . .really feel as though things were being accomplished. August 4 — First monthly marks posted; Ach! August 6 — Parts of our cadet uniform issued — didn’t get much chance to wear them as they had to be given back. August 14 — Y-J day... the city went wild and so did 92 Charles street ... re- member the fire escape incident? August 22 — Big sister-little sister party at Lynn beach. . .the water was fine but the moon was finer. . . Rest of the class moved to Thayer. August 28 — TPR ' s ... thought we knew how to count but we don ' t. . .Second month blues... to think we have been here that long. September 4 — A new class of probies ar- rived today — if they only knew what they were in for. September 10 — First nursing care study due tomorrow . . . everyone stayed up ’til the wee hours of the morning working furiously to finish. September 18 — OPD excursion. . .how do those patients ever find their way around. September 28 — Another month gone by. October 3 — Snack party given by Misses Dorothy Johnson and Helen Belcher. I 24] October 4-October 16 — More procedures and observations . . . we are really learning what it takes to be a nurse. October ig — Having finals. October 20 — Second nursing care study due today. . .everyone looked as though they had had a good night’s sleep. October 2g — Anatomy final today; what did you put for that answer to question 100. . .“Where and what is the “orpcula- ris palprebrarum?” October 30- Our last TCR inspection — fine, except that someone forgot to dust the light switch. November - -Had a history of nursing final and a nursing monthly. . .what a discouraging day. November 4 Winter is here ... bridge is becoming one of our favorite indoor sports. November 3— Repeated our fourth nurs- ing monthly. November 16 — Party at Marcia Wade’s. Much fun. November ig — Medicine pouring on the ward . . . thought we knew that patient’s name but somehow, Mr. Jones got Mr. Brown’s octavites. November 22 — Can now give penicillins. November 23 Thanksgiving clay. . .we can be thankful that our Probie days are over. November 27— Enjoying the snow. . . having riotous times on the second, third and fourth floor alleys in Thayer. December 1-25 — Plans for the Christmas formal, candlelight service, etc . . . the closets are not big enough to hold our secrets well. Merry Christmas, dear diary. December 23 — Our first Christmas here . . .Santa was really good to us. . .enjoyed helping patients observe Christmas. December 31 — New Year’s eve and new bibs. January 1, 1346 — Lots of resolutions. January o- Excursions to Pendergast Preventorium. . .tea around the fireplace. February 4 — Beginning of our first vaca- tion. Such time-consuming plans made by all to sleep all three weeks getting up only to eat. February 24 - Back from vacation. . .full of vim and vigor, it says here. March 7 — New classes beginning. . . more “ologies.” April 13 — Midterms and midnight oil. May g — First aid final ... finally know the art of artificial respiration. May 13 — Here we come, OR. June 23 — Esplanade concerts and mos- quitoes have arrived hand in hand. July 4 — Anniversary of our country’s independence. . .we are still waiting for ours. July 3 — Our first anniversary. . .only two more years to go. September 2-December 3— Began our BLI affiliation . . . had a taste of delivery, block relief and very quiet night duties. December n — Vacation time again. . . made it home for Christmas this year. February , March, April, May, June and July 1347- -First group went to McLean . . . home was never like this .... The girls have also made the rounds of pediatrics, Eye and Ear and Haynes. [25] April — Began plans for our graduation, yearbook, pictures, banquet and formal. June ig — Measured for checks ... at last. June jo — Having our pictures taken in whites. July 4 again — Our independence is in sight. July 5 — We are seniors today. . .one more year to go celebrated with a picnic at Lincoln. July 16 — We can wear our checks now . . .goodbye blues. These are but a few of the incidents that have taken place during our student days at M.G.H. We have all had our moments of disappointment and hours of fun. We wish to thank our instructors, supervisors, head nurses and fellow students for all that they have done for us. Good luck, everyone. The main events of three years of train- ing are usually reminisced about in the frequent gatherings in the room of any of the student nurses, usually the nurse who has just received a box from home and who has an extra package of cigarettes. Under the influence of a few dozen cokes, the tongues are loosened and the babble begins. Remember the day we came — Sep- tember 4, 1945? Some of us found that we lived on the upper floors of 92 Charles while others lived at Thayer House where there was actually an elevator!! Then we all went to Walcott house for tea where we met the instructors and supervisors of the school of nursing. They all seemed so friendly and glad to have us in their school. Remember the mornings we trudged up Charles Street when it was still dark be- cause of the early hour and the sleet and rain, dropped our wraps and rubbers (the first rainy morning only) and ran down the ramp to roll call? A last minute rush to change an answer in the papers we had all done together the previous evening, preceded the lineup for inspection. Many the thankful prayer for black stockings on which to give our shoes a last minute shine. Then we hurried through endless corridors to breakfast which was mostly a discussion of what was expected to happen that day and whether in the procedure for making an empty bed you started making it by standing on the left or on the right. While working on the wards we gazed with wonder at the ease with which the procedures were carried out by the older nurses. We pretended indifference to their laughing glances as they noticed our apron-less uniforms. How many bedside tables, beds and floors did we clean? But remember THE impersonations, the pancake parties, the first Hallowe’en [26] and that night when a tub of water ac- cidentally splashed on two of the members of our class standing in the doorway bidding a final goodnight to their friends. But do you remember the day when we were capped? For a week after we would forget the added height of the cap and bump it against every Balkan frame. But now that we were capped we could give “I.M.’s.” Will you ever forget the first one you gave to that emaciated patient? Now, too, there was a class of probies behind us who would actually hold doors open for us in respect for our being older students. Some one says that she remembers the day she was bibbed much more easily because soon after she had her first night duty. With the first night duty came the realization that one could work all night without falling asleep. However, the numerous cups of coffee helped. Time certainly seemed to pass quickly. The days were filled with classes and ward work and the evenings never seemed long enough to discuss all that had happened during the day, to take long enough walks, to drink enough coke. Remember, though, the nights we poured cold water on the unsuspecting victims in the tub, made endless “pie beds,” sewed up all the pajama sleeves and legs, decorated rooms with yards of rolled paper and in general did anything to surprise the unwary per- son? A slight pause usually follows while everyone thinks a moment about that first year which at times seemed forever, but which in reality was only 365 days. The second year was different. In the aftermath of the celebrations of the ending of our first year, our class became sepa- rated. Some went to Haines, some to Mc- Lean, others to Eye and Ear and some to dear old B.L.I. Will you ever forget the wonder of your first delivery? How quiet those nurseries could be in the middle of the night. Of course, there was fun too. Remember the dance, the blind dates, the Saturday night serenades, and the fare- well party?? Back at the General again we slowly progressed by working at specialties such as the O.R. and pediatrics. Our experi- ences included long and upsetting searches for the lost sponge (later found in the nurse’s scrub gown) and our sudden sur- prised feeling when the io-year-old first night post-op, came down the corridor to meet us carrying his I.V. flask and trailing his suction tubing. Remember all this time how we were still wearing our blue uniforms which now were mostly thread- bare and patched, but still we had high hopes of receiving our checks. The numerous strokes of the jail house clock is a sudden reminder that ’tis late. Cigarettes are crushed, the empty box from home is pushed into the waste basket and the coke and milk bottles are strewn about the room left to be cleaned up in the morning. It’s almost another day, and who knows exactly what will happen in a student nurse’s day that will be a laughing mem- ory in some future evening? [27 ] Th ire ' s r long, long trail sending Tar 3each Utorlnj drive :nd roli-:ge w High on a •vindy hill ”aLsan -urlcal [28] Betty Chapman leaves her Southern accent and hospitality to some “damn Yankee.” Sis Karvellas leaves her endless foun- tain of wit to Bea Comstock. The easy-going tardiness and last min- ute shampoos of Anna Towhill are willed to Kay Hogan. Rita Krasinskas gives the krinkle of her nose back to Bugs Bunny. If you have noticed the newly acquired smile of Dotty Iwaniki, she inherited it from Eileen Sheehan who advises her not to use it in class. Irene Niedospal leaves her enthusiasm and persuasiveness to the powers that be. Mary Murphy leaves that doctor she never got around to asking to the formal. To B.L.I. affiliates who want to escape the evil eye of “Gravel Gertie,” Pat Northridge leaves her overnight address. To the new probies Evelyn Sabola leaves her bag of cigarette butts. Ruby Sundeen leaves her sultry voice to the musilophone girls. Mary Geiser leaves to join the ranks of faculty wives at Queens College. To Barbara Roser, Muriel Larose leaves her blind dates. Kay Collins leaves Dailey for the Indians. Grace Garrison refuses to leave her supper dates with Warren to anyone. Anyone missing books or uniform parts will find them when Dailey leaves. Fran Kisiel leaves an invitation to her graduation to the judiciary board. They have been inseparable. To any blue (mood not color) student at B.L.I. Virginia Goodwin leaves her memories of her last night there. Mary-Jane Shortlidge leaves a port- able ladder to the Vanderbilt boys. If Leslie Bayeur can find it, she will leave her alarm clock to Jr. Cislo. Marion Martell leaves a B.L.I. laun- dry table to those unable to sleep on our orthopedic beds. Jackie Fishel leaves her Brookline apartment to future class reunions. To the West side at McLean, Wenonah Marble leaves her gym outfit. Ardis Murray leaves her uncollected rent for the use of her typewriter to the fund for the new nurses’ home. Eleanor Gagan leaves her indecision to “Jenny” who couldn’t make up her mind either. To the “maniacs” who understand it, Timmy Roberts leaves her Maine accent. Ethel Todd leaves her book “The Horse and I” to Betty MacDonald. Pauline Roy leaves one of her Pauls to Selma Herman. Barbara Gray bequeaths her spats with the masculine sex to anyone who can grin and bear them. Sally Shea leaves Baker 6 and all the drainage bottles to hopeful urological nurses. Shirley O’Niel wills to the hospital a silent automatic contraption for moving beds at night in pediatrics. A new telephone system will be left by Arlene Wink to replace the 6ne she has worn out in Walcott. Lois Bloomouist goes back to Connecti- cut leaving the theological students to those lucky underclassmen. To knitting enthusiasts Connie Palmer leaves her latest publication, “How to Knit” or “Don’t Bring Your Troubles to Me.” Shirley Atwood leaves her three-year collection of signs and stuffed animals to the Franklin Park Zoo. [29] jjuhf, Will Our class, being overwhelmed with generosity, deems it advisable at this moment in its career to set aside a trust for those worthy ones upon whom we have chosen to bestow our bounties. The years have taken their toll on our wealth, but through scrimping and saving we have found it possible to set aside a few of our gems to leave behind in order that we shall always be remembered. Eunice Cooley has, after careful con- sideration, decided to disclose her secret formula for removing freckles to Jane Wragg. Eunie says that one can actually see them disappear. Phil Leshane leaves Miss Fraser a portable set of scales. In this way, Phil thinks that Miss Fraser will be free from the problem of telephoning her students to ask the proverbial question, “Have you been weighed this month?” Ray Crowley leaves her aprons to Kit Weare. Ray never did find time to shorten them, so they would be just right for Kit. M argie Webb leaves her array of rag curlers to Barb Roser and her brief but timely article on “How to Get the Most Out of a Rag.” Marge says that after being used as curlers for some time the rags make excellent pipe cleaners. Ronnie Layaou leaves complimentary tickets for the “Sun Spot” to all starving nurses — compliments of her dad. Ruth Johnson leaves her packages from home to Barb Richardson. They invariably contain food but we feel Barb should be warned as one of Ruth’s pack- ages once contained a stuffed pink cat or a reasonable facsimile thereof. Norma McEdward leaves Nancy Brown a fur-lined insulated sleeping bag for cool nights on camping trips in the Blue Hills. Katie Connery leaves all junior work in the operating room to Dottie Iwanicki, especially White 3A. Joyce Mackey leaves a secluded spot deep in the heart of Texas to someone who wants to get away from it all. Frances Dillard has left to Miss Hewitt a compact oxygen tent to be con- stantly at her disposal. Also Frannie has devised an even better method of putting on diapers which she is willing to demon- strate to the pediatric service. Scotch tape, like Duz, sure can do anything. Claire Sturtevant leaves the steam room in Gardner to anyone who wants to look ravishing on a date. Claire states it just brings out one’s best — one’s best wave, that is! Pat Kenna leaves her new-improved formula for making hair grow longer to Catherine Brennan, hoping that the latter will be able to decipher it. Helen Wanionek leaves her ability to turn patients in shells single-handed to Pat Malloy. [ 30] Betty Wardwell leaves an open house invitation to anyone going through Rome, New York to stop in for her father ' s special mint juleps. So cooling and re- freshing and sincerely advocated by Mar- cia Wade and Hazen Shuerer. Mary Gainey leaves her discouraging problems of dating an obstetrician. Gain is well up on listening to symphony rec- ords since our days at B.L.I. Sheila Casey leaves a Town taxicab, unoccupied of course, to someone who just can’t get a cab on rainy nights. Barb Eckersall leaves a much used copy of the song hit “My Buddy.” Anita Gosselin leaves F and G2 nur- sery memories of B.L.I. to Betty Grant. OH, how Anita loved those babies! Mary McQuesten leaves Miss Pooles a pair of shoes with leather soles and heels so much better to hear you with, my dear. Helen Mann leaves M.G.H. 600 bolts of pin-checked material hoping that it will be used to good avail. Stella Jatkwicz leaves Joan Paris a bottle of black leg make-up for those hot summer days when stockings seem to be about the last thing that one can bear. Connie Zopatti leaves her generosity for changing time to anyone willing to do it. Ginny Hultin leaves Miss Perkins a new streamlined ultramodern Thayer Classroom, complete with Murphy beds and a soda fountain for thirsty probies after a wearing procedure. Connie Ward leaves “The Admiral’s” picture to anyone keeping it on her bureau for more than one week. Debbie Edwards leaves everything but Bob. Mary Picard leaves Miss Hinckley a pair of ball bearing roller skates to make it easier for her to get to Ward “G” when emergencies arise. Jean Williams leaves her mysterious letters to any amateur detective. Paulie Nelson leaves her mother’s home cooking to Miss Seibert. Barbie MacDonald leaves her name to the next Barbara MacDonald. May it cause her as much difficulty. Letia Cahill leaves her gift of gab to Mary Libby. Hazen Schuerer leaves her empty wallet to Jean Lutz, hoping she can fill it. Jean Stockwell leaves her deftness of managing children on Ward 12 to Mad- line Smith. Jean has had lots of practice with ten brothers and sisters. Millie Savoie leaves her latest best seller on “How Not to Knit in Six Easy Lessons” to Jane Woodbury. Marcia Wade leaves an old corner bookstore full of hair-raising quarter de- tective stories to anyone who has the stamina to read one and still be sane. Mary Salmi leaves her all-round charming personality. Barbara Smit leaves her model stature to John Powers. In testimony thereof, we the July 1948 Class set our seal upon this document this 22nd day of July, 1947. [31 ] To Kitty Brennen, Mary McCahill leaves her Irish blarney. Barbara Sigley leaves her southern accent to Mrs. Perley. Shirley Cartmill regretfully leaves her suitors to Frances Cavello. Eloise Smith bequeaths her sweet feminine disposition to Picharelli. Barbara Hunter wills her funnel and equipment to needy B.L.I. affiliates. Patricia Lefebvre wills a smoke screen to Mrs. Evans. Her theme song “Open the Door, R ich- ard” is Theresa Deschene’s gift to Miss Shea. Gretchen Weymuller happily leaves the “cowpaths” of Boston for the land of “dem bums.” Patricia Sullivan joyfully leaves her blaring radio to her next door neighbor. To all night nurses, Avis Cartwright wills her extra overnight passes. Terry Casella leaves her shoes — far behind. To the next occupant of Room 99 at Thayer, Estelle Wallis wills her mouse trap. Kay Dee willingly bequeaths her fire door to Ruth Yellan. Joyce Campion donates a shower cur- tain to B.L.I. Patricia Webber leaves a lengthy list of promises to all of us. Virginia Delong leaves a can of Draino to the Charles street maids. Rene Agar leaves her red silk stockings and green perfume to Kay Hogan. Jean Cournoyer leaves her past to Delta. Mary Jones wills her Miami moon- light to herself. Dorothy Tufts leaves her empty bottles to Mrs. Brandt. Ally Albrecht wills her Tufts date bureau to those who need it. Jane Bicknell leaves her tonsils to the path lab. To Jane Wragg, Janet Scott be- queaths her “gay deceivers.” Jean Borggaard leaves two inches to Kit W eare. Gloria Madiera leaves her stone face to the rock of the same name. Jean Currier leaves her philosophy of life to anyone who can understand it. Chris Currie leaves her quiet and demure manner to Madeline Smith. To Kay Kennedy, Peg Higgins wills her ability to inhale. Muriel Clark leaves Boston far be- hind for foreign lands. A well-trodden path to the mailbox has been paved by Dorothy Mark for all new-comers. Marianne Foster wills her youth to Margaret Manning. Marilyn Towle leaves numerous broken hearts at Vanderbilt’s. Funny, we thought they were made of stone. Marie Nousee bequeaths a search warrant to Miss Daley. Alice Martinez leaves her imitation skit to some downcast probie. To Patty Morse, Sally Bidell wills her bangs. Ann Pinolehto leaves “it” to those who need it. Evelyn Cobb leaves her “femme fatale” to Selma Herman. Sandy Miller enthusiastically leaves a fund for recruiting students to her dearly beloved profession. Marge Wood bequeaths her locked drawers to sleeping night nurses. To Helen Smith, Kay O’Connor leaves her sense of humor. Heghine Dostoomian wills her “Squeeze Me but Please Don ' t Tease Me” to anyone capable of singing it as she does. Marilyn Merrill leaves her infallibil- ity to Hazeltine. Ethel Wetherbee endows a fund for a thermometer in each student’s room. February 6, 1997, February 6th, Feb- ruary 6th -Why it was just fifty years ago today. I had forgotten all about that clipping tucked away in my desk “A re- union of the graduating class of 1948 of the Massachusetts General Hospital was held recently at Walcott house. ...” Resting my cane against the fireplace, tucking my shawl more tightly about my shoulders, I rested my snowy head against my rocker, closed my myopic eyes and recalled that eventful day. Irene Niedospal and her co-chairman Pauline Roy, greet us as we again entered the portals of dear old Walcott house. Already Ardis Murray, editor of the American Journal of Nursing, was busily scratching down notes while right behind her Anna Towhill dashed happily about collecting snapshots of everyone for a book she is writing entitled, “Posterity.” Before the program started Patricia Northridge entertained the group with endless tales of her project for homeless children. Wenonah Marble declared it wasn’t half as interesting as her position as games instructor on the West side at McLean Hospital. Eileen Sheehan knitted vigorously while she told us why she liked private duty. Jackie Fishel interrupted long enough to say all would be welcomed at a party that night at her mother’s apartment. Wonderful news, indeed!! Shirley O’Neil, supervisor of night nurses, was explaining the details of her campaign for more rest for night nurses to Eleanor Karvellas who has become supervisor of nurses’ residences. Then in an instant we heard on the roof the sound of prancing and pawing like tiny hoofs — no it wasn’t Santa — just Marion Martell and Rita Krasinskas, tried and true flight nurses arriving from Logan airport by helicopter on Walcott roof. Leslie Bayeur dropped in on her way to the Blossom Street Public Health L’nit. The program opened with a short dis- sertation on the “The Derivation of the Prefix ’Draw’ in the Word Drawsheet,” by Constance Palmer a supervisor of clinical nursing in New London. Betty Chapman, up from the sunny south, sang a soprano solo “That’s What I Like About the South,” accompanied on the piano by Pauline Roy who is beam- ing since she was the lucky holder of a winning ticket at the Kentucky derby. Katherine Collins, assisted by Rose Dailey, gave an illustrated lecture on “An Attempt to Give the Land Back to the Indians.” The pretty model wearing our new M.G.H. Student Lniform, a one-piece tailored dress with accompanying finger- tip cape, was none other than vivacious Margaret Murphy. The highlight of the day was our baby show. Among the proud mothers present were the former Evelyn Sobala, Katherine Shea, Barbara Smit, Thelma Roberts, Grace Garrison, Barbara Gray, Mary Geiser, and Mary Jane Shortlidge. Mrs. Littler, our pediatric supervisor, would be proud to see how well her students had applied their knowledge. Arlene Wink and Lois Bloomquist were kept busy entertain- ing the children while their mothers en- joyed chatting with old friends. Refreshments were attractively ar- ranged and efficiently served by Ruby Sundeen and Virginia Goodwin, while the rooms just hummed with happy voices. The room was prettily decorated by Muriel Larose. Frances Kisiel and Eleanor Gagan have had a wonderful time at the hobby club where they have been teaching students the practical art of hair-dressing. Ethel Todd, glancing at her w r atch, assures us she must get home to her ponies. Don’t think it doesn’t re- [33 ] quire good nursing care to mother those cute four-legged creatures. The former Shirley Atwood arrived from her New Hampshire farm on crutches — her gout, you know. The purring of a cat brushing against my legs brought me back to reality. My fire had become merely a glow of red coals. Oh me, it’s really time to retire, I must tuck that clipping safely away. While strolling along the esplanade one evening along the narrow embankment, we stopped near the weatherbeaten Hatch shell for it was the opening night of the 29th annual esplanade concert with the gray-haired Arthur Feidler conducting. It was about 8:15 p.m. as we wandered among the throngs of humanity looking for a spot for ourselves and our threadbare gray blanket. As we looked around it seemed almost like reunion night for there were Katie Connery and Sheila Casey. As they shared our blanket, they told us much about the doings of our former MGH classmates and themselves. Sheila is a supervisor at the E. E. and still catering to doctors’ whims as in the days of affiliation. Katie is touring the state giving lectures on “Saponification versus Cold Creamitis”; you remember Katie was a 1947 Walcott house demonstration model. They tell us that Pauline Nelson is also a night supervisor at E. E. The Charles Street jail nurse, Barbara Ecker- soll, couldn’t stop for the concert as she had to hurry home to Bud. Debbie Ed- wards and Bob are celebrating their ninth anniversary on their farm in Maine. Mary Gainey is helping Luke count the new citizens of the world and Phil Le Shane is leisurely managing her husband and practicing those well-learned prin- ciples of good housekeeping. Isn ' t that Frannie Dillard joining the concert crowd? She is head nurse on B3, her old stamping ground. She has just re- ceived a letter from those three lei-ladened nurses, Ginny Hultin, Ruth Johnson and Norma McEdwards. It sounds as though H awaii is the place to live. Anita Goslin we hear is enjoying her work on the In- dian reservation. Frannie has also seen our Eunice Cooley who is a pediatric nurse in the new building while Rachel Crowley and Barb Smit are giving TLC to the kids on Baker 3 East. Pat Kenna is also at the general but at the moment is wrapped up in ropes as the result of a strenuous athletic gesture. Via Morse code comes the news that Letia Cahill has joined the army as health platoon leader at West Point. Look yonder, here comes a BLI super- visor Helen W ' anionek and with her is Mary Picard, night supervisor in the Baker Memorial. She says that Connie Zopatti is traveling on the starboard trek as chief nurse at Sailors Snug Harbor. Speaking of sailing, former roommates Millie Savoie and Mary Salmi have just left the USA bound for their ancestral lands. Millie will cater to “les enfants” at the gav Paris Children’s Hospital and Mary begins her job of organizing a Finnish hospital with “Mezet morro.” Mary Picard says that Stella Jatkwicz is keeper of the operating room keys at Nashua hospital and Jean Stockwell is a rural district nurse in Grafton county. Also, Helen Mann plays nurse at the Vincent Memorial where she is also the chapel organist during her off duty time. Let’s wander further along the esplan- ade. It is now intermission. A flaming redhead, Jean Williams, starts to dash past our happy gathering, but we gently [34J lead her astray. Yes, she is one of Boston’s leading public health nurses. Did you know that Connie Ward has accomplished the feat of frying eel eggs on ice for the Eskimos among whom she has established a training school? Jean received a letter from Barb MacDonald who is a “Mrs” now, living in New Jersey and specialing the mayor’s sick relatives. Perhaps we will see Marge Wood. She is an industrial nurse in New England’s largest store, her favorite shopping spot and her only city charge account. Yes, Claire Sturtevant is taking excellent care of her patients during and after illness. She is Jose’s private nurse in Rio. The New York state news says that Betty Wardwell is with Podsy and little “pots” Scene: M.G.H. Circumstance: Homecoming Week-end Cast: September Section of the Class of ’48 Act , Scene I The Foyer of the White Building — 8 a.m. Registration Day A cab draws up to the White building entrance. It is “Tuffie’s” Speedy Service from the General to Minnie’s. The door opens and Miss Tufts herself alights from the cab in her O.R. gown accompanied by Muriel Clark who arrives from Spring- field, Mass., where she is taking a P.G. course in “Profession vs. Housekeeping.” Mary Jones, arriving from Florida, where she has set up a first aid center on Miami Beach, and Marianne Foster, coming from her missionary duties in China. They walk through the doors to the front desk to register. Patty Webber, in charge at the front desk, greets them and directs them to the cloak room. Miss Webber gives Miss Tufts the key and the little group proceeds down the corridor as [ in Potsdam. Her friends Marcia Wade and Hazen Schuerer are busy nurses too. Marcia has taken to the high seas as chief nurse on the USS Newton. Hazen specials Bud and ailing persons in Stratford, Conn. Ronnie Layaou we have seen super- vising first aid stations at the Sun Spot. Of course you remember Joyce Mackey and Mary McQueston. Well, Joyce is up in the air these days acting as supervisor of airline hostesses. Mary often gets into town for she is devoting her time to psy- chiatric nursing at McLean. Gosh folks, the music has stopped. The concert is over. We cannot tell you what the selections were tonight, but we did have a swell reunion. Goodnight, Mert and Gert Miss Webber turns to greet Miss Currier who has recently been appointed head of the science department, and Miss Wood, head of the nursing department. At this point Miss Wetherbee, night supervisor, and her able assistant, Mrs. Farrell (Avis Cartwright) enter the foyer from E. W. going off duty and meet a new group of arrivals. In this group are Pinky Merrill, and Ricky Nousee, Navy nurses; Anna Pinolehto, Army nurse, and Janet Scott, stewardess with the American Airlines. Act I. Scene II — 10 a.m. Excursion Through the Hospital The floors are buzzing as the personnel make the hospital ready for the honored guests. As the group progresses through the Baker they find many of the Sep- tember ’48 class working as head nurses. In this group are Jane Bicknell, Dorothy Mark, Chris Currie, Ginny Delong, Doris Williamson and Renee Agar, all chic and professional. While the group is on Baker 9 they stop for a visit with two former 35 ] classmates, Terry Casella and Dish Des- chenes who have just presented their hus- bands with tiny siblings. From the Baker the excursion takes the group to pediatrics where Marilyn Towle, now a doctor’s wife, is supervising a finely organized new building and staff. Then to the O.R. where Pat Lefebvre, as Dr. B. B. R.’s private scrub, is busily showing her second scrub just how the great surgeon wants the table set up. Act I. Scene III. Lunch in Dining Room In the corner of the dining room a small group of September ’48 housewives are gathered around one of the round tables discussing the high cost of living. Evelyn Cobb and Estelle Wallis uphold the fact that two can live as cheaply as one but Mary McCahill and Sally Bedell are hardly convinced as they think of the many little hungry mouths at home. At another larger table Slim Borggaard and Ally Albrecht tell of their experiences in a smaller hospital in Worcester, Mass. Pat Sullivan and Freddie Smith are as usual agreeing and disagreeing on how to handle their problem children on the pediatric wards they man (having a few at home themselves varies their ideas slightly). Act I. Scene IV. Tea at Walcott House Helen Dostoomian, Dr. K’s right and left hand assistant, is busily presiding over the tea seeing that Jo Campion, finally on vacation though in spare time working relief at the Framingham Hospital, and Barbara Sigley, night graduate on Baker 9, are getting enough to eat. In a little group at one of the other couches, Gretch Weymuller, nursing in- structor at Hood College, is relating her eventful if not hair-raising experiences with her new probies. A 1 Martinez is also in this group. Alice is now head supervisor of the nurses’ cafeteria. The dietitians had given it up long ago. She is eyeing the menu critically adding up the caloric value of each morsel. Mrs. Eger (Bobbie Hunter) is nervously eyeing her watch because she must catch the 6:20 special. “Yes” she informs Shirley Cartmill, head nurse on B7, she is still traveling the B. A. lines to Holyoke. Going through the receiving line we see Kay O’Connor, who, persecuted all through training by the pleasant ever- ready to help floor maids, has finally turned the tables and is now head of the domestic staff at the general. With Kay is Sandy Miller, who, when asked how she likes her present position as nursery supervisor at B.L.I. states flatly “I hate it.” Kay Dee and Peg Higgins, public health nurses, are unable to attend the tea as they are busily delivering babies along the Lexington-Concord (Paul Re- vere’s) route. A few of the groups have heard the rumor that T.S.O. has devised a means of cutting down tardiness in the A.M. Gloria Madiera will arouse all students bright and early at five-thirty A.M. All are anxious to see how the new system will succeed and many fear for Gloria’s wel- fare. The mood of the reunion suddenly changes, as we see that Jean Cournoyer is hastily but dramatically bidding fond adieus, as she tears herself away from the tea to race to her newly established date bureau for nurses. A nostalgic atmosphere falls upon the room as it is time to bid farewell to the familiar scenes that brought back so many memories of the days past. Curtain They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies. Nor can spirits ever be divided that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record, of their friendship. — Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. — This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friend- ship and society are, in the best sense, ever present because immortal. — [ 38 ] Mass. RENE AGAR Oakham, Mass. “Sweet — and neat, she — can’t be beat.” ALLEYNE ALBRECHET 155 Central Street, Auburn, Mass. “Style is the dress of thought.” SARAH BEDELL 56 Burlington Ave., Wilmington, Mass. “Her glossy hair was clustered o’er her brow.” Protestant Club. JANE BICKNELL 36 Elliot St., Meriden, Conn. “She’s a quiet girl. . .sometimes.” Protestant Club, Glee Club. [ 39 J LOIS V. BLOOMQU 1 ST 1 68 Maple St., New Britain, Conn. “Little girl with a great big smile to make life happy all the while.” Prot- estant Club Vice-President, Glee Club, Yearbook. JEAN BORGGAARD 8 Orrison St., Worcester. Mass. “It is nice to be natural when you are naturally nice.” Sailing Club, Senior Activities. LETIA G. CAHILL 31 1 Pine St., Bangor, Maine “And who is this fellow?” Glee Club, Protestant Club. JOYCE CAMPION 39 DeLoss St., Framingham, Mass. “A ready smile from a heart of gold.” Seton Club, Yearbook. SHIRLEY CARTMILL 64 Connecticut Ave., Springfield, Mass. “Variety is the spice of life.” Prot- estant Club. AVIS CARTWRIGHT 62 Blodgett Ave., Pawtucket, R. I. “Do not break more hearts than thou can mend.” Seton Club, Senior Activities, Yearbook. [40] TERESA CASEELA 13 Wall St., Waltham, Mass. “Good nature without disguise.” Seton Club. SHEILA L. CASEY 1 Franklin Ave., Chelsea, Mass. “Her eyes shine clear and her dark hair waveth.” Seton Club. BETTY L. CHAPMAN 801 South Fulton St., Salisbury, N. C. “A daughter of the gods, divinely tall and most divinely fair.” President of Class, President of the S.N.C.A. MURIEL CLARKE 17 Wilson St., Lowell, Mass. ‘What is mine is yours.” EVELYN COBB 30 Marathon St., Arlington, Mass. “Upon each cheek appears a pretty dimple.” Protestant Club, Secre- tary of the Class. KATHERINE T. COLLINS 34 Lake St., Wakefield, Mass. “No wealth is like the quiet mind.” Seton Club, Glee Club, Yearbook. CATHERINE T. CONNERY 14 Haskell St., Prides Crossing, Mass. “And bring with thee mute silence.” Judiciary Board, Student Council, Head Proctor, Dormitory Board, Seton Club. EUNICE M. COOLEY 107 Warren Ave., Dalton, Mass. “Sing away sorrow, cast away care.” Protestant Club, Yearbook. JEAN COURNOYER 61 Hall St., Worcester, Mass. “Sociability has made her a name.” Chairman of First Lincoln Picnic. RACHEL A. CROWLEY 64 Grove St., Greenfield, Mass. “A happy little child am I.” CHRISTINE CURRIE 6 Ash St., Danvers, Mass. “A gentle mind by gentle deeds is known.” JEAN CURRIER Elm St., Salisbury, N. H. “Man delights not me.” Yearbook, Protestant Club. ROSE M. DAILEY 1 6 Irving St., Malden, Mass. “O shy and modest maiden with honest dark brown eyes.” Seton Club, Glee Club. KATHLEEN DEE 383 Main St., West Concord, Mass. “My heart is like a singing bird.” Glee Club, Seton Club, S.N.C.A. Treasurer. VIRGINIA DELONG 303 Chauncey St., Mansfield, Mass. “With a smile in her eye.” THERESA DeSHANES 103 Prospect St., Marlboro, Mass. “My heart is fixed.” Judiciary Board. FRANCES E. DILLARD 44 Lake St., Pittsfield, Mass. “Let me sleep on and do not wake me yet.” Vice-President of Class, Year- book, S.N.C.A., Protestant Club, Glee Club. HELEN DOSTOOMIAN 1 19 East Fourth St., South Boston, Mass. “Is there a heart that music cannot melt?” Glee Club. [ 43 ] BARBARA M. EGKERSALL 49 Inman St., Hopedale, Mass. “Light of step and heart is she.” S.N.C.A. Chairman of Senior Ban- quet, Seton Club. DEBORAH B. EDWARDS 38 Concord Ave., Cambridge, Mass. “Mirth, admit me to thy crew.” JACQUELINE R. FISHEL 3 Netherlands Rd., Brookline, Mass. “It is good to be merry and wise; it is good to be honest and true.” Year- book, Senior Banquet Committee. MARIANNE FOSTER 134 Cambridge Rd., Woburn, Mass. “A hand to execute any mischief.” Yearbook, Seton Club, Banquet Com- mittee. ELEANOR M. GAGAN 1 1 Allston St., Dorchester, Mass. “Busy as a bumble bee and vet so full of fun.” MARY E. GAINEY 97 Pleasant St., Fitchburg, Mass. “The mildest manner and the gen- tlest heart.” Co-editor of the Year- book, Judiciary Board, Head Proc- tor, S.N.C.A., Dormitory Board, Seton Club. [ 44 ] GRACE E. GARRISON 123 Gardner Rd., Brookline, Mass. “Softly speaks and softly smiles.” MARY GEISER R.F.D. 1, Staatsburg, N. Y. “The more we know her, the better we enjoy her.” Yearbook, Protestant Club. VIRGINIA M. GOODWIN 46A Lexington St., Everett, Mass. “A quiet person is welcome every- where.” Yearbook. ANITA L. GOSSILIN 842 Fifth Ave., Berlin, N. H. “Give me a good digestion, Lord, and something to digest.” BARBARA GRAY The Lawrence Academy, Groton, Mass. “Happy and gay she goes on her way.” Yearbook, Protestant Club. MARGARET HIGGINS 3 Prairie St., West Concord, Mass. “She is a friendly friend with a friendly word for everyone.” Seton Club. [45 ] VIRGINIA R. HULTIN 25 Gothland St., Quincy, Mass. “Flirt, flirt, flirt, my labor never ends.” Glee Club, Prostestant Club. BARBARA HUNTER 475 Beech St., Holyoke, Mass. “They laughed at all her jokes and many a joke had she.” Yearbook, Banquet Committee, Treasurer of Protestant Club. STELLA V. JATKWICZ Derry Rd., Hudson, N. H. “Thou art not false, but thou art fickle.” Glee Club, Seton Club. RUTH A. JOHNSON 9 Ward St., Ipswich, Mass. “Fleet of foot and tall of size.” Glee Club, Protestant Club, Yearbook Staff. MARY JONES 8 Union St., Marblehead, Mass. “Merry as the day is long.” Protest- ant Club. ELEANOR KARVELEAS 11 Marble Rd., Gloucester, Mass. “Laugh and the world laughs with you.” [ 46 ] PATRICIA M. KENNA 150 River St., West Newton, Mass. “Her hair was not more sunny than her heart.” FRANCES E. KISIEL 35 Main St., Ware, Mass. “This fair-haired girl keeps us in a whirl.” RITA M. KRASINSKAS 31 First St., Worcester, Mass. “A merry lass with a winning heart.” Seton Club, Christmas and June Formals, Glee Club, Year- book, Walcott House Dances, Senior Activities. MURIEL LAROSE 20 Common St., Rochester, N. H. “So quiet and sweet, thoughtful and neat.” Seton Club, Yearbook. ROMAYNE LAYAOU 24 Daniels St., Newton Center, Mass. “Her acts are modest and her words discreet.” Protestant Club. PATRICIA LEFEBVRE 8 LookoffRd., Edgewood, R. I. “Take life too seriously and what is it worth?” Seton Club. [ 47 ] PHYLLIS LESHANE 39 Virginia Rd., Waltham, Mass. ‘ ' Her smiles are like the glowing sun- shine.” BARBARA R. MacDONALD 39 Ocean St., Squantum, Mass. “Modest and simple and sweet.” Seton Club, Head Proctor. JOYC:E H. MACKEY 158 Wenonah Rd., Long Meadow, Mass. “Fair hair, blue eyes, her aspect blithe.” Seton Club. GLORIA MADEIRA 18 Eugenia St., New Bedford, Mass. “A silent tongue seeks no trouble.” HELEN L. MANN 27 Pleasant Valley St., Methuen. Mass. “There is magic in her fingers.” WENONAH MARBLE 210 Riverway, Boston, Mass. “I love the life I live.” [ 48 ] MARION E. MARTELL 34 Sargent Ave., Chicopee Falls, Mass. “She shows you roguish eyes, laugh- ing lips and a keen mind.” Seton Club, Christmas Formal, Walcott Dances, Glee Club, Yearbook. ALICE MARTINEZ 20 Chestnut St., Malden, Mass. “A witty woman is a treasure.” Seton Club. NORMA McEDWARD Concord, Vt. “Short of stature was she but strongly built and athletic.” Glee Club, Prot- estant Club. MARY McCAHILL i o Jones St., Everett, Mass. “My merry heart doeth good like a millionaire.” Seton Club, Senior Ac- tivities. MARY L. McQUESTON 70 Elm St., Agawam, Mass. “So cool, so calm, so bright.” S.N.C.A. [ 49 ] MARILYN MERRILL 1 8 Russell St., Nashua, N. H. “A light heart lives long.” Com- munity Chest Drive 1947, Protestant Club, Dormitory Board. GLADYS MILLER 32 Tyler Ave., West Medford, Mass. “O why should life all labor be?” MARGARET M. MURPHY 21 Pleasant St., Clinton, Mass. ‘‘Lovely to look at, delightful to know.” Seton Club, Yearbook. M. ARDIS MURRAY Fair Ground Ave., Ballston Spa, N. Y. ‘ Bubbling all over with mirth and fun, a favorite with everyone.” Co- editor of Yearbook, Vice-President of S.N.G.A.; Manager of Drawsheet, Chairman of Dormitory Board, Sports Club, Seton Club, Christmas and June Formals, Walcott Dances, Senior Activities. PAULINE N. NELSON 85 Leach St., Stoughton, Mass. “Hair of golden hue over a brow so fair.” IRENE E. NIEDOSPAL 525 Ann Arbor Trail, Plymouth, Mich. ‘‘A kind true heart, a spirit high.” Seton Club Vice-President, Draw- sheet, Yearbook, Sports Club, S.N. C.A. Christmas, June and Senior Formals, Glee Club. [50] ' T ►. w PATRICIA L. NORTHRIDGE 455 Washington St., Brookline, Mass. “The hand that follows intellect can achieve.” President Protestant Club, Drawsheet, Yearbook, Senior and June Formals, Senior Activities, Sailing Club, Sports Club, S.N.C.A. MARIE NOUSEE 73 Beachcroft St., Brighton, Mass. “Patience, the ingredient of genius.” Senior Activities. KATHERINE O’CONNOR Peirington Rd., Swampscott, Mass. “An unextinguished laughter shakes the skys.” Seton Club. SHIRLEY A. O’NEIL 8 Earl St., Worcester, Mass. e 5 “Beneath the quiet calm of placid mien lay depths of comradeship and laughter unexpressed.” Seton Club. ■W 5 O ' ” — ji CONSTANCE PALMER 220 Sunset Rd., New London, Conn. “For she is the quiet kind whose na- ture never sways.” Yearbook, Protes- tant Club, Senior Banquet, Dormi- tory Board. MARY PICARD 395 Lincoln St., Franklin, Mass. “Often change doth please a wom- an’s mind.” Seton Club. ANN PINOLEHTO School St., South Acton, Mass. “Go away and let me sleep.” Christ- mas Formal. THELMA ROBERTS Greenville, Maine “A little sweet, a little spice, makes the combination very nice.” Protes- tant Club, Yearbook. PAULINE M. ROY 1 6 Chandler St., Arlington, Mass. “A willing hand and a large heart.” Seton Club, Christmas and June Formals, Senior Activities, Year- book, Sailing Club, Drawsheet, Glee Club, Sports Club, Walcott House Dances. MARY A. SALMI Tremont St., So. Carver, Mass. “Women of few words are the best women.” Glee Club, Head Proctor, Dormitory Board. MILDRED SAVOIE 59 Gaulin Ave., Woonsocket, R. I. “One who always has two reasons for doing anything, a good reason and her reason.” Seton Club. HAZEN B. SCHUERER 386 Woodstock Ave., Stratford, Conn. “Her voice is merrier than an April’s bird.” Protestant Club, Drawsheet. [52 ] JANET SCOTT 365 Cortland Ave., Bridgeport, Conn. “A true friend is worth having.” Senior Activities. KATHERINE M. SHEA 63 Lunenburg St., Fitchburg, Mass. “The good and the wise lead quiet lives.” Seton Club, Yearbook. EILEEN SHEEHAN So. Street Extension, Springfield, Vt. “Thy smile can make a summer where darkness else would be.” Seton Club, Yearbook. MARY JANE SHORTLIDGE 1746 Crossroads, Keene, N. H. “Always full of fun you be, just the girl you can’t forget.” Secretary of S.N.C.A., Sailing Club, Protestant Club. BARBARA SIGLEY 264 No. East 164th St., Miami, Fla. “Her ever present smile reflects her happy nature.” Senior Activities. BARBARA SMIT Hancock, N. H. “Beauty is truth; truth beauty.” Senior Activities. [ 53 1 ELOISE SMITH 1 6 Pilgrim Rd., Marblehead, Mass. “Glad that I live am I.” Sailing Club, Glee Club, Senior Activities, Protestant Club, Yearbook. TERESA STOCKWELL R.F.D. i, West Lebanon, N. H. “And they call her independent.” Protestant Club. CLAIRE L. STURTEVANT Old Warren Rd., Palmer, Mass. “Good nature and good sense must ever join.” EVELYN SOBOLA 288 Newton St., South Hadley Falls, Mass. “There’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.” PATRICIA SULLIVAN 14 Evelyn Ave., Malden, Mass. “With a glint of Irish laughter.” Seton Club President, Yearbook. RUBY O. SUNDEEN 2 South Mammoth Rd., Manchester, N. H. “Quiet and sincere.” ETHEL TODD Boston Rd., Billerica, Mass. “Once a friend, always a friend.” Yearbook. ANNA M. TOWHIEL 14 Ardmore Rd., West Roxbury, Mass. “I love my duty. . .love my friends.” Manager Yearbook. MARILYN TOWLE 8 Bacon St., Westminster, Mass. “I bear a charmed life.” Protestant Club, Christmas Formal. DOROTHY TUFTS 80 Allerton Rd., Newton Highlands, Mass. “Eat, drink and be merry.” Protest- ant Club. ft ' . _ MARCIA WADE 19 Walsingham St., Newton Lower Falls, Mass. “ ’Tis education forms the common mind.” Secretary Protestant Club, Head Proctor, Dormitory Board. ESTELLE WALLIS Columbia Ave., Natick, Mass. “Her spirit could be moved to smile at anything.” [ 55 ] CONSTANCE WARD 217 Prospect St., Framingham, Mass. “And mistress of herself, china face.” Yearbook, Dormitory Board, S.N.C. A., Protestant and Sailing Club. MARIAN E. WARDWELL 1003 No. George St., Rome, N. Y. “She is the light and life of us all.” Protestant Club, Sailing Club. HELEN WANIONEK 36 School St., No. Woburn, Mass. “She greets us kindly one and all.” MARJORIE D. WEBB 237 Brookside Ave., Amsterdam, N. Y. “Endurable foresight, strength and skill.” Protestant Club, Judiciary Board, Sailing Club, Yearbook, Glee Club, Assistant Treasurer of Class. PATRICIA WEBBER 37 Fitch Ave., New London, Conn. “Lost time is never found again.” Seton Club, Yearbook. ETHEL WETHERBEE R.F.D. 1, Rochester, N. H. “I seek to do and live obedient to the law.” Protestant Club, Glee Club, Yearbook. [ 56 J MARGARET G. WEYMULLER 37 Garden Place, Brooklyn, N. Y. “The rising blushes which her cheeks o’er spread.” JEAN WILLIAMS 4 Creek St., Wrentham, Mass. “Sail on — sail on — sail on — ” Protes- tant Club, Sailing Club. DORIS WILLIAMSON 85 Mill St., East Mansfield, Mass. “There are some people who are very resourceful at being remorseful.” ARLENE WINK 20 LaGrange St., West Roxbury, Mass. “Much wisdom often goes with fewer words.” Judiciary Board, S.N.C.A., Seton Club, Yearbook, Chairman. MARJORY WOOD 38 Castle St., Springfield, Mass. “Few things are impossible to dil- igence and skill.” Glee Club. CONSTANCE ZOPATTI 333 Quincy St., Dorchester, Mass. “Here there and everywhere.” Seton Club, Sailing Club. [ 57 ] Did you ever make use of that sailing club membership An affiliation at the McLean Country Club Restful off-duty hours Our carpus ath r Dome [ 58 ] Vkmai “There’ll be a change in the future From the things in the past, But the things we have at present Leave memories that will last!” “There’s nothing so permanent as change” at M.G.H. — remember the clays on those comfortable straight-back bench- es in U.O.P.D. where we sat with our ears wide open (eyes sometimes closed) and listened to the gems of wisdom that were offered to us by our illustrious nursing arts instructors? How true!! How true was that phrase that still rings in our ears. When we entered M.G.H., via 92 Charles Street and Baker 6, green, eager little probies in blue, we came into an existence which was closely guarded by bells and signing in and out sheets. We had to be in our rooms at 10:00 p.m.— remember? No baths could be drawn after 9:50 p.m., we were not allowed to have radios or rugs; there were no coke machines and we only had six lates a month. But changes have been made — changes for which we say, “Thank you.” “Thanks” for the coke machines, for radios and rugs in our rooms, baths p.r.n. and for the extra lates per month. These are only minor changes. Major ones are also in the making. We have fol- lowed the construction of one, the Yin- cent-Burnham Memorial building which is occupying the site between the Massa- chusetts Eye and Ear Infirmary and the George Robert White building. Ward G, which formerly occupied that area, was moved to a part of the out-patient build- ing — that was the first move. Then “walls came tumbling clown,” and now in their stead stands a modern six-story brick building, at this writing not yet completed but progressing rapidly. The fall of this year according to schedule will bring its opening and another contribution to this ia Come medical center. The Gynecological ser- vice will occupy the three lower floors, while the three upper floors will house our pediatric wards. Following the reception for the re- turned M.G.H. veterans of World War 1 1 , which was held on May 23, 1946, the cornerstone of the Burnham Memorial Hospital for Children was laid by Mr. John R. Macomber, president of the M.G.H. Corporation and member of the board of trustees. There will be 150 beds for infants and children. The new building will permit expansion of the activities of the children’s service in both medical care and research. Chief of staff in this building will be Dr. Allan Butler. A gay and colorful atmosphere will reign— Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse and Mother Goose highlighting the walls. Who will enjoy the roof more nurses or patients, as it is to be a nursery paradise filled with toys and sand boxes most of which will be donated by the volunteer businessmen who worked so faithfully during the war doing inumerable tasks to relieve the burden of the nursing staff. A vote of thanks to them! On May 28, 1946 the cornerstone of the new Vincent Memorial Hospital was laid by Miss Dorothy Rackemann, the president of the Vincent club of Boston. The new building will house both ward and private patients. On the ground floor there will be offices for Dr. Joseph Meigs, chief of the gyne- cological staff, and Dr. Somers Sturgis. A large laboratory along with a chem- ical and research laboratory will also be available. The new building will house a room designated as the Vincent room — equipped with a committee room, loung- ing room and kitchen. This will be only a small reward for the support both moral and financial given the “general” by the [60] Vincent Club of Boston. This is one change we have witnessed from mere plans posted on the wall on Ward io to the mag- nificent brick, plaster and cement struc- ture it now is. Further plans are now being formu- lated, which as a student body, we have influenced indirectly. Were you present at the numerous informal meetings of students during which you were encour- aged to express your suggestions for a hap- pier life at M.G.H.? From these meetings came many hints which have been incor- porated in the plans to add to the comfort of those students who will one day occupy the new nurses’ dormitory. Two sites and general plans are being considered. The area where Parkman house now stands is one consideration further to enclose Wal- cott house and the new dormitory inside the M.G.H. walls, and to extend Bulhnch lawn over the area of Fruit Street, and secondly the area which now serves as a parking lot for visiting doctors and em- ployees of the hospital. The new dormi- tory will house approximately 150 stu- dents including a very few graduates. The rooms in the form of suites, will be fin- ished in pastel colors, include rugs and bedroom chairs. Walcott house living room will still be available for activities although a large gymnastic type recrea- tion room will complete the new dormi- tory. Sounds super, doesn’t it? — but would you have given up the smoker at 92 Charles Street, the alleys of Thayer house, the hospital atmosphere of Baker 6, the bunks at Parkman house and the flights of stairs at North Grove? Many perhaps would say, “Yes” — and justly so — yet it was fun and never will be forgot- ten. Among our happy memories we must include the picnics at Lincoln -the rides out and back in the M.G.H. trucks and the songs fests that went with the trips; the games with faculty and students and, thanks to the dietary department, the food. We now remember Lincoln mainly as a picnic ground — but what does the future hold for this estate? Located in the town of Lincoln, which is about 18 miles from Boston, the James J. Starrow estate was given to M.G.H. in memory of Mrs. James J. Starrow by her son in bequest of her will. When shortages cease and help is again available, it will become a con- valescent home for approximately 40 to 50 patients with a staff to maintain it. And the answer to every young gradu- ate’s prayer will be a renovated apart- ment house on Chestnut Street which was presented as a gift to M.G.H. Reunions? Even now we are talking about them. Think of what we have to look forward to seeing 5, 10, 15 years from now— all of the aforementioned de- velopments and progressions and no doubt many others. A toast “to M.G.H. — May the future be a noble one, the changes many, the advancements rapid — TO THE FUTURE!” Tel. CHArlestown 2938 Calling All Women in White ROY G. SPARK. Inc. • Headquarters for Wholesale Potatoes The CLINIC Shoe • 24 BOSTON MAINE PRODUCE MARKET fine footwear for daytime or date time CHARLESTOWN, MASS. BOSTON • WELLESLEY Serving Boston and New England tyrom a friend REMINGTON RAND INCORPORATED D. F. MONROE COMPANY PAPER MERCHANTS 857 COMMONWEALTH AYE. BOSTON, MASS. 289 Congress Street Tel. ALGonquin 7290 Boston 10, Mass. Tel. LIRerty 5483 COMPLIMENTS OF MASS. SPA MR. MINICHELLO, Prop rietor HAYMARKET HARDWARE COMPANY 5 and 7 Washington Street BOSTON 14, MASS. E. F. MAHADY CO. “Serving All New England ” HOSPITAL AND PHYSICIANS SUPPLIES AND EQUIPMENT MEDICAL BOOKS LABORATORY APPARATUS AND SUPPLIES PHYSICAL THERAPY AND X-RAY EQUIPMENT HEARING AIDS - ORTHOPEDIC APPLIANCES 851-859 BOYLSTON STREET - - BOSTON 16, MASS. Telephone KENmore 7100 Tel. LIBerty 7970 GILMAN MANUFACTURING CO. Manufacturers of Uniforms, Coats, Frocks, Aprons and Towels Operating Gowns and Hospital Supplies 99 BRISTOL STREET BOSTON, MASS. PUTTING AMERICA TO BED IS BIG BUSINESS! All over America, the famous name “Peppered” stands for fine sheets. We don’t produce all of the nation’s sheets of course — hut a mighty big share of them! And that’s something , when you re- member what sticklers we are for quality! For instance, you just can’t buy finer sheets than our lovely “Pepperell Peeress” brand. Yet our tremendous sheet produc- tion is but a percentage of Pepperell’s total stock in trade. We also make millions upon mil- lions of yards of industrial fabrics, such as abrasive cloths . . . and work clothing fabrics . . . and rayon linings for suits . . . and shoe lining fabrics . . . and many other needed products. And all of these Peppered products are recognized leaders in their respec- tive fields. Each is produced on the principle of providing a large volume of quality goods at popular prices for the widest possible market. Fepperell Manufacturing Company 160 State Street, Boston 2, Massachusetts PtPPtfctLL PABPJCSI REG. U. S. PAT. OFF. PeppereH ' s 5 Busy Mills IX THE NORTH BIDDEFORD, MAINE FALL RIVER, MASS. LEWISTON, MAINE IX THE SOUTH LINDALE, GEORGIA OPELIKA, ALABAMA THEY POUR FORTH A STEADY’ STREAM OF MUCH-NEEDED FABRICS: Sheets • Pillowcases • Chambrays Blankets • Crib Blankets • Flannels Coverts • Whipcords • Pinchecks Marquisettes • Fabrics for Sports- wear, Industry, Abrasives, Shoe Linings • Rayon Fabrics for Suit Linings and Women’s Wear • Fine Fabric Finishes. LOOMED FOR QUALITY - PRODUCED IN VOLUME Once again 0 0 0 IVY COLUMNS reflects the life and spirit of the students at Massachusetts General Hospital ★ Complete photographic service by the SARGENT Studio 154 BOYLSTON ST., BOSTON Photography Design Technical Assistance “PARAMOUNT UNIFORMS” Nurses’ Custom and Ready Made White Uniforms COMPLETE OUTFITS For Preclinical and Student Nurses Slips, Shoes, Hosiery and Accessories Paramount Uniform Co. 577 Washington Street Boston, Mass. LIBerty 3983