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

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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 ]

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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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cently won from the Institute of BCNU an award of one gallon of gasoline to enable her to continue her research on Types of Travel for Student Nurses. Although Lois Lubinsky has become a millionairess from her world-renowned oil painted Sea-Scapes, she has also won recognition in the held of Orthopedic Nursing. Guess that takes care of all of the news we have to offer. Our tea is cold but just to make the wreckage complete, we’ll take a few minutes to tell you what we’re doing. I’ve completed my sixth trip around the world and have decided to accept an MRS instead of BS degree and Barbie has a Public Health Clinic in her home for students only; the patients requiring most of her services are her husband and her children. We must dash now to get the cans open in time for supper. Here’s hoping this little review will be a time saver for gossip in order that we may concentrate on bridge at the coming reunion. Be seein’ you, Nan and Barb P.S. Written in the last year of our oppression. September Class Prophecy AROUND THE STATES IN 1959 Ah, yes, travelling is a wonderful occupa- tion, especially in this modern year of 1959. Time passes quickly and our girls have all taken off for many points in the United States. Our first visit starts in good old Vermont where we drive up a beautiful long winding road to the Biggio Estate — famous for its maple sugar — who’s that hanging a bucket on that old tree? Why, it’s Mary Hamilton Biggio with her little son Bob, Jr. who is trying to shinny the barn drain pipe! My but her pigtails are pretty — almost like Joan Flanagan’s — who, incidentally, is now a General in the Army Nurse Corps stationed in Texas Oil Fields. Many of our girls took to the services — now, for instance, Blanche Cou” Coulliard and Elizabeth “Smitty” Smith are in the navy nurse corps in Louisi- ana — they own their own ship, you know, called the Charles, I think. Last weekend they had three visitors- Eleanor Claery and Jackie Auger, affiliated with Public Health Nurses and Meeshie Pearce who heads the Hartford Hospital operating room — they say her books are in the red.” Elsie Bahsler was going to visit them also but she had to inspect all the apples in her orchard for worm holes before going on vacation. Way over in Hawaii beneath the swaying palms we see two maidens with grass skirts on and bright flowers adorning their necks — sipping cups of coffee — well, my gosh! Janice Miller and Iggie” Fraser! Wait now, some people are joining them — one is Pat Edge the other Ruth Postler, they’ve been surveying ground to erect a monument to Joan Paris and Barb Powell, world renowned pianists, now playing in San Francisco. Next week Chef Kay Hogan, head cook at the Hotel Statler will visit Jan and Iggie. Remember Chad? She went back to col- lege, you know, and when she finished she and Robin opened a ski lodge in Maine called Wilhelm Elms” — for Sarah Wilhelm who set up housekeeping in the hills of North Dakota — they say Sarah has a yellow road- ster, but who would she drive in it now? — her pal, Jean Lutz, is married and teaches kinder- [ 23 ]