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

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Em Swierad bequeaths her checked uni- forms in exchange for Navy blue ones, for awhile anyway. Kitty Weare leaves her room as is to Pat Dunsmoore who has entirely different ideas of how to keep house in one room. Here’s hoping Pat has a few days off to devote to reconstruction when taking over. Jane Woodbury wills her superb handi- work and sewing arts to a younger student struggling with her first argyles. We hereby appoint the entire Class of 1950 as executors of our entire estate of attributes and faults with the hope that they will carry out our final intentions hereby set forth at Massachusetts General Hospital School of Nursing, Boston, Massachusetts, on this sixth day of February, 1949. Signed, The Class of 1949 We believe the above testator to be of sound mind and testamentory capacity at the time of the signing of this last document. Witnesses Lois Frothingham Rose-Harriet Jacobs September Class Will We, the class of September, 1949, of the Massachusetts General Hospital, being of sound body and sane mind, and at peace with all school officials, and with one another, do hereby give, devise, and bequeath all our earthly goods and mental acumen to the following beneficiaries, to wit: I, Jackie Auger, leave a long list of eligi- bles to Joan Foster. I, Elsie Bahsler, leave my ability to play all day and work all night to all fortunate people working one month of nights. I, Kitty Brennan, will not leave Elmer. I, Jean Brower, leave my ability to write sixty-page case studies to any deserving probies. I, Peggy Carter, leave my album of photo- graphs of Hawaii to anyone looking for an escape mechanism. I, Frannie Cavallo, leave my giggle to Nancy Gordon. I, Phyl Chadbourne, leave a bottle of distilled water to Baker Six. I, Eleanor Cleary, bequeath my neat ap- pearance and up-to-the minute wardrobe to the Duchess of Windsor. I, Blanche Coulliard, leave the pains of homework to Gloria Gilson. I, Pat Edge, leave McLean because I can’t take it with me. I, Joan Flanagan, leave two West Point brothers to those interested. I, Peggy Fraser, leave my strawberry blonde curls to Lid Bell. I, Mary Hamilton, leave my black nylons to Martha Ware. I, Isabel Hesketh, leave memories of un- fortunate accidents to the O.R. Is that table still sterile? I, Kay Hogan, leave my passion for fashion to Carol Hazeltine. I, Dot Johnson, leave the bridge table; but don’t worry, I’ll be back. I, Joan Kiley, leave memories of happier days to my sister, Joyce. I, Mary Libbey, leave my rocking chair and foundation garment to 92 Charles Street. I, Phyllis Low, leave my crowning glory to Lockheed. I, Lois Lubinsky, leave my between meal nourishments to Kitty Aylett. I, Jean Lutz, leave my mysterious ’phone calls from Doctor ’’X” to Lyn Meinelt. I, Pat Malloy, leave an invitation to meet Joe — my classmates didn’t rate. I, Margaret Manning, leave my quiet, sophisticated manner to M. A. Gregory.

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February Class Will We, the February class of 1949, being of sound mind and testamentary capacity, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament disposing herein of the real, per- sonal, and mixed property of which we shall be possessed at the time of our departure. To Miss Sleeper, we leave a deep apprecia- tion for all guidance she has so willingly given to each of us — a personal thought for continued success and happiness in all her future days at MGH. To our numerous and now scattered faculty we bequeath our sincere thanks for their patience concerning pretests. Sylvia Anderson leaves her success with Toni permanents to some timid probie who’s trying to please the nursing department by getting up enough courage to cut her tresses. Nan Brown wills her beautiful brown eyes to Lyn Meinelt; but takes her creative imagination with her for future graduate plans. Jean Chiron bequeaths her quiet, calm ways to Ann Lewis’ tender care and tiptoes ofF to graduate. Jo Cislo leaves her extra men and Saturday night dates to the younger students when she takes off for a career in the clouds. Bea Comstock leaves her quiet manner, love of simple, country life to Effie Conners who prefers the city life — how can she? Peg Conners wills her knack of having just what you need when you need it to some poor probie who’s lost her bandage scissors the day she’s to be supervised on her first DSD. Dottie Curtis leaves her sentimental at- tachment for McLean to any hopeful student who’s waiting for that one and only to come along. Nancy DiMattia bequeaths her flashing eyes and dancing ability to her tall, fair op- posite, Martha Ware; but, who cares — pretty girls come all sizes, don’t they? Lois Frothingham will take her future all wrapped up with a wedding band as soon as she graduates and leaves her household hints to the first probie to get a sparkling diamond. Shirl Gordon sadly leaves her affiliation at McLean to another student who would also approve of a longer stay. Betty Grant bequeaths her leadership ability and over abundance of class spirit to our successors, the Class of 1950, yes, just about the time they need money for the En- dowment Fund. Phil Haydon leaves her ward instruction books and the weary hours spent in labor over them to some poor gal who needs clinic hours. Sel Herrmann leaves her attractive femin- ine attributes to Janet Connolly who also might have been a model. Catherine Hrycay leaves her frank and honest opinion to anyone who wants it but she isn’t quite willing to bequeath her beau- tiful diamond to anyone just yet. Dottie Iwanicki bequeaths her big heart and merry laughter to any and all as proof that life can be beautiful (even on night duty). Poddee Jacobs wills her style of wearing her cap to any probie who needs a snood. Kaye Kennedy bequeaths her fashion for wearing those beautiful suits to Locke Eve who can quite ably step into the role. Mary Morris leaves her dancing ability to Arthur Murray who may need a good in- structor some day. Barbie Richardson bequeaths her sweet ways, understanding nature, and enthusiasm for all things to Kitty Aylett who has a similar reputation. Barbie Roser wills her scrapbooks and photo albums to any younger student who might also lose her heart to M.I.T. Clara Skowyra leaves the bridge table (holding one trump card) to Pat Briggs, who also makes beautiful clothes. [ 19 ]

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I, Janice Miller, leave some Octavits to any poor probie who packs her suitcase as often as I did. I, Pat Morse, leave my energy to the February Class of 1950 for the long six months ahead. I, Jo Paris, leave my sparkling teeth to the Pepsodent Tooth-Paste Advertisements. I, Meeshie Pearce, leave my fifth floor Parkman Street suite to anyone who can stand the climb. I, Ruth Postler, leave my rose-colored glasses to Juanita Dube. I, Lyn Poulter, leave my sunny disposi- tion to the girls in G-2. I, Barbie Powell, leave my ability to tickle the ivories ' til they giggle to future entertainers in the class of ’51. I, Mary Scahill, leave my concession of movie magazines to Mr. Mini. I, Elizabeth Smith, leave Juke McGluke and Bocansee Gaigans as beau parlor chaper- ons. I, Evelyn Smith, leave chanting From the Halls of Montezuma, one might expect me to join the Corps. I, Anna Spahl, leave my photographic memory to the D.S.O., which incidentally, doesn’t really need it. I, Barbara Stevens, leave my scholastic abilities to Doris Sears. I, Ruth Stronach, leave the doors at B.L.I. to bang alone. I, Ruth Stillman, leave a bright and shin- ing example to all future students. I, Ruth Tillson, leave night duty every six weeks to Ruth Yelland. I, Trudy Walsh, leave my square dances to anyone free on Thursday nights. I, Irene Weisslinger, leave my popularity to Barbara Fink. I, Margie Wescott, leave a warning for all B.L.I. affiliates to examine the tubs before entering. I, Sara Wilhelm, think Fd best leave a dozen class cuts to be used legitimately on long weekends to Margie Brown. I, Janie Wragg, leave the ' Joy Boys’’ to anyone who can catch them. We, the class of September, 1949, do hereby declare the above document to be our final will and testament, and appoint Miss Nancy Fraser as official executor. The Class of September, 1949 Witnesses: Miss Gilmartin Miss Warden [ 21 ]