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

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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 ]

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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 Prophecy Greetings and Hallucinations: The other day while wandering through the “Halt and Buy, I happened to run into an ex-cohort of mine from training days, Barbara Richardson. She was hunting for bargains on walnuts for a fudge party. We decided to drop into “Ye Corner Tea Saloon” to compare notes on what ' s new. Between us, we gleaned through the years quite a bit of news of the wreckage (record) of the late class of ' 49- There was a class for you — ambitious, scintillating, intelligent and un- doubtedly beautiful. Barbie suggested that we mimeograph this news in a letter to these famous alumnae, so here goes: Sylvia Mae Anderson has received her B.A. degree and is now director of Nursing Arts at the Massachusetts General Hospital. Miss Jo Cislo resigned her position as Flight Stewardess to investigate an epidemic of Chatterbugs in Rumor, Louisiana, and they say that Jean Chiron is president of the So- ciety of Chatterbugs there. Peggy Conners has become as famous as Louella Parsons for her ingenious parties and untiring ambition. Dot Curtis is keeping house for her anesthesist husband, and their three little anesthetics, Cyclopropane, Ether, and Pentothal. We’re sure that you all have read that Bea Comstock has just finished her fourth book entitled “Nursing in Hawaii.” Reviews say that proceeds from the book will go toward a portable dog-sled clinic for tree surgery. The Sunday Subject of the New York paper this week was the latest exhibit in the 5th Avenue Galleries of Catherine Hrycay’s jewels, de- signed for her by her artist husband. In speak- ing of newspapers, if you’ll look on page nine when you’re glancing through the Boston Globe, you’ll see Dottie Iwanicki’s “ Directory for Student Nurses Bargain Finds.” Phyl Haydon’s western dreams have come true. She is leaving Pediatric Nursing to become the bride of a Western Rancher. The Navy Operating Room Nurses will be glad to hear that Kaye Kennedy has designed a new Fall ensemble for them. Barbie Roser is married and living in California, we don ' t see how she keeps up on her Bridge and Head Nursing duties but she is very prominent in the Bridge Society in L.A. Because of Sel Herrmann’s strenuous duties as O.R. Supervisor, it was learned through the Chatterbugs that she can be found sailing toy boats in the scrub sinks (substitution for the Charles River Basin). Clara Skowyra and Emily Swierad (peas in a pod everafter) both with the rank of Commander are serving in Uncle Sam’s Navy Nurse Corps and are still stationed at Chelsea Naval Base. Shirley Gordon has a new home permanent. Have you tried it? It’s guaranteed to make your children’s hair curl . The new producer of Rilly Bose’s Zircon Nags is none other than our own Betty Grant and she has shown excep- tional ability to render first-aid to old broken down actresses. We re very proud of Lois Frothingham, this is the third year that she has held the title of” Maine’s Model Mother” and we read about Nancy DiMattia trying to get a patent on her bandage scissors that only trim hair twenty-four inches long. Besides the work that Mary Morris has done on her hobby of collecting alarm clocks which was started by her friends, she has found time to write a book and it will soon be published. The title “Surgeons are Hu- man”; hope you’ll read it. Podee Jacobs is the author of articles con- cerning “How to Get the Most From Your Garden.” These articles are widely read as they give explicit directions how to plant, raise, cook, prepare, and eat food. If any of you are still early morning risers, we know you’ll be interested in Jane Wood- bury’s radio program on station JCHEMR (Jane’s Chicken Hour For Early Morning Risers). I listened to the program this morn- ing and she mentioned a word about Kit Weare but did you know that Kit had re- [ 22 ]