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

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A MESSAGE FROM MISS SLEEPER Dear Seniors: Always, always more to see, more to learn, more to do! This was your past. More scientific and medical advances, more change and progress in nursing, more demands from Society to be met! This is your future. What will you do? To have a goal is a prime essential to a well organized and satisfying life. But a goal no matter how intellectually advanced or morally sound is vain unless this goal is motivated by personal feelings strong enough to furnish drive, overcome frustrations, and hold to the chartered course. Did you know that you now belong to a company of “chosen women”? You, yourself, of course first elected to become a nurse. But since your entrance into the School, your future has been influenced by a powerful force outside your control. Society, in its striving toward health for all people, has provided your opportunity, supported and shaped your program, and soon will grant you the coveted privilege to practice as a nurse. Perhaps your question now as you consider your future goal will be, “Am I adequate?” You have participated in the richest curriculum the School could offer. You have had access to the wealth of learning opportunities in one of the best clinical fields the Country can pro- vide. You have worked and learned with men and women, future leaders in the health pro- fessions. You have seen the demands to be faced when such leaders work together to provide patient care and study constantly to improve both care and cure. Surely you should feel adequate to this moment and aware of the means by which your adequacy can be assured for the future. From all of the Faculty the best of wishes. Welcome to you, sister alumnae! We shall hope to see you at the annual Alumnae Home- coming. Ruth Sleeper

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! Boston is a city of history. Our forefathers greeted us at every corner, from Fanuiel Hall to the Lexington Green, from the Revere House to the Longfellow House. As newcomers we fol- lowed the tourists over the Freedom Trail, visited the State House, and explored Mrs. Jack’s palace. But as we came to know our town better, we took greater delight in the less conspicuous landmarks of Boston’s heritage: in a small bronze placque on the front of a build- ing we passed as we rushed somewhere; in a timeworn gravestone bearing the name of the first Lieutenant Governor of the Massachusetts Bay Colony; in the ivy-covered walls on the other side of the Charles; in the gold and gilt of Symphony Hall; in a small amphitheatre with bicycle seats in the last row. For all of her Yankee breeding, our town made friends easily. She offered us her “left bank,” along the Charles River, where we so often went with troubles and came away with lifted spirits. A summer evening found us at the Public Garden wan- dering through the Arts Festival, or down by the Charles enjoying the latest from Mr. Fiedler and The Pops. ; i u ' I 6