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

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- ! Along with surgery, we all had orthopedics and gynecology. Who will ever forget i the vows to stay slim since most of our patients were “pleasingly plump.” The ll heavy casts in orthopedics with all those ropes and weights brought confusion and It bewilderment to many a student. Then some of u§ went to neurology. Urology was affectionately known as the rubber jungle. Tubes were the bain of our existance — one of some kind always seemed to J manage to be pulled out. lil ' 1 Then for some of us, January was the big day. Amid the serenity of the Science ' Museum, we removed our small caps to put on our school caps. With these caps, we I also took on more responsibility and added pride in our school. It also gave us self- ” ! confidence, more reliefs, more nights, and float privileges. Then, back to work on f j varying wards with intern classes once a week — disaster nursing, first-aid, and careers. ! I Then on June 12, the rest of our class donned their caps. Then our whole class . I became interns. June 12 also was the day we first wore our white uniforms. On came the black bands while we received pins and diplomas. After an impressive ceremony, back into :| our black and white checks to await September 4th or March 5th, when many of us I would put on our white uniforms, pins, and black bands permanently. j After three years, we finally made it, but no one will ever forget the enjoyment and ' feeling of companionship we had during training. Anyone for another three years!!?

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“Honor System,” and our j arties the night before leaving to which the supervisors came uninvited. ' hat student had maintenance men climbing in the elevator shaft in search of six delivery instruments? Why did the girls in Section 111 sleep with no sheets the last night? The last day, the group usually looked bedraggled but ready to move onward. ] 1 Tbe informal classes wbere we could knit and smoke stunned us at first on arrival It i at McLean. Before long, we all bad bruised shins from the “Green Door.” Why u was the medicine closet key hanging from Codman’s tree? The late hours amazed us j all — especially those coffee dates after relief. At last once, someone forgot to get her | meal ticket once a week. Each section has their own little memories of the parties — | Halloween, Christmas, the Senior Show, and the District 5 picnic. Wealth came with j our overtime pay. Pool playing became a popular pastime. Some of the girls even J returned with war stories of bites, attempted stranglings, and kickings, but everyone lived to tell about it. Nigbt duty, growth and development, “this is good,” all bring back thoughts of pedie. ji Everyone’s imagination was given a chance with our pedie play projects. Who was ■ the student caught riding up and down on the elevator by the night supervisor? Remember trying to get gloves on keeping them sterile, keeping your hands above J your waist, and then came the itchy nose? It could happen only in one place — the | operating room. It certainly was a lesson in interpersonal relationships trying to j remain calm, as vou discover the knife handle is missing just as the doctor is ready I to start. Two short buzzer rings at eleven o’clock could only mean one thing if you i were on call — the O.R. wanted you. We soon learned all the glitter in the O.R. i meant hard work — winding suture boards, checking rooms, filling suture jars, and | many more were included in P.M. junior duties. Usually a vacation came before or | after our O.R. experien ce, which gave it added incentive. ‘ I Scattered throughout these two years were various small courses. Remember History | of Nursing and Sociology? The many trips to the library rumaging through stacks of papers will not soon be forgotten. Movies and records were the highlights of the course. The Hopi Indians certainly had quite a life. In our communicable disease course our six hours of lecture by Dr. Eiumaura most descriptive ones at that — left many a lasting impression. t

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Boston soot in the eye Glamour in Thayer Rub-a-dub-dub Room for one more That ole eight ball Heave ho