Medical College Hospital School of Nursing - Cap and Candle Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Senior 611155 Prvplzecy Z if h -Q n' Z 4, . I boarded a jet plane for my well earned vacation, took my seat and dreamily looked out of the window. My state of euphoria was instantly interrupted when a smartly dressed woman called me by name. To my astonishment I found my flying companion to be Carol Reulein. As the plane took off Carol and I started reminiscing about our school days at ole W. M,C, H. Carol had not changed much and I knew she had been enjoying touring the continent with her nursing background. Later she made knovsm the fact that Martha McGoldrick and Gerry Shaw were happily married and busily raising families. I wasn't surprised to hear about Rose Krut's accomplishments in frontier nursing and that Kitty Kozak really took great pride in her prominent position with Public Health. The conversation drifted to our probie days and we both remembered the hilarious experi- ences in anatomy and physiology classes along with the old bus taking us back and forth from Harkness House to the hospital. Cnot yet quite awakej With the mention of a few names I recalled reading about Diane Herman accepting the task f'?J of infirmary nurse at West Point. I had heard from Marilou Kaempffe and knew she had received her degree but was in the midst of raising a few red-heads. Of course I couldn't lose track of my old room-mate, Emma Omlor, deep in the field of industrial nursing. Carol and Istopped talking long enough to eat a quick lunch, laughing between bites as we looked back on Ann Preston Hall. Remember the bathroom? The windows that is . . . and how we took showers in the dark y X . - for three months because of a slight mistake. fpeople could look in but we couldn't see out.J The hostess interrupted us long enough to say, We are now flying over Africa. With that I thought of one person. Carol reached into her brovsm alligator bag and handed me a pamphlet. I leafed through and sure enough it was there. Peggy Hardy was standing among a group of African natives. Iread a few lines under the picture, A well known missionary with her grow- it HI! D sL'xR'261 ing congregation. The Stewardesg passed out magazines so Carol and I amused ourselves for a while. One advertisement caught my eye, A1l discriminating people smoke Herbert Barrington. We both agreed it was a lovely picture of Vera Phillips. Our plane was about to land in England, Carol and I exchanged addresses and bid farewell.

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KATHRYN VAN EMBDEN Kathy is another ambitious member of our class. In the Fall she plans to attend college to work toward her degree. We will always re- member her love for the out-doors and the long walks we shared. Kathy's off duty hours were spent creating new patterns with her crochet hook or occasional chess playing. vwan-tflwyf MARY TRICKER Where you hear the noisiest chatting you find our tall, blond, gray eyed Mary, Her flashing smile greets one and all, She is a lover of dogs, and takes pride in showing Boxers. Her collection of blue ribbons is growing rapidly, but not quite as fast as those incoming phone calls. .ef

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fs lell. After a quick tour of London I checked in at my hotel. On the guest register Iread a familiar name, Colonel Mary L. Tricker. I got in touch with Mary and we made arrangements to have dinner together. Over our fifth cup of coffee we discussed my lat- est book Seconal For Supper . With the English atmosphere Kathy Van Embden drifted into our conversation, We both spoke of the wonderful work she was doing with the A. N. A. After that enjoyable evening I bought a New York newspaper and went to my room. The picture on the front page read, Chosen As Number One American Family. Ruth Rita S1aney's blond hair and smile was unmistakable. The morning fog was lifting when the plane headed toward France and the Riviera. Since the last few days were full of events I took a restful sleep until we landed at the airport. I hailed a cab, stumbled over the French language but managed to get to the Riviera before dinner. The sun was hot and Icouldn't resist the water and beach. I had just settled myself and was enjoying the most welcome breeze from the sea when I was greeted by four familiar faces. Wh yes, of course, Mildred Swick, Margaret Aiken, Doris Pryce and Doris Weckerly. They were taking time out after the Convention of the International Nurses Association held in Paris, be- fore going back to the states. We noticed a crowd gathering further up the beach so I followed a group to the site. A tall, goggled, greased woman walked out of the water and was hailed in all languages by the people. This woman had just broken the speed record for swimming the Channel. I too began to cheer as I recognized Margie Spring. My trip would not be complete if I didn't pay my respects to Maxims. It was just as I had imagined, exquisite gowns, expensive perfume and atmosphere. I lit my last cigarette and slowly sipping my after dinner cocktail, noticed the waiter making his way toward my table. Iread the note and gave my approval immediately. A few minutes elapsed before I was joined by Eleanor O'Donnell. Her black evening creation was strictly Dior but she was still sporting her short hair style. We reminisced for a while and then discovered that we were both scheduled for the same plane back to New York. Finishing the evening with Eleanor's Swedish brand cigarettes we made plans for tomorrow's trip. Mildred A . Chivinsky ..., li