Mercy Hospital School of Nursing - Shield Yearbook (Council Bluffs, IA)

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Prophecq It was way after midnight. The floor was cluttered with crumbled pieces of'paper. I laid down my pen in utter desperation and decided fortune-telling just wasn't in my line. I leaned back in my chair, weary and tired, and said a prayer that inspiration would be mine. Then I closed my eyes ...... Suddenly I was spinning down the highway in my little Model T. All of a sudden a truck got in my way. I couldn't stop and he wouldn't go faster, so we met with a loud crash. Some friendly man and his wife who were passing by, stopped, and immediately took charge of the situation. I thought they looked familiar and found out later that it was Hilary Grote and her husband. I also found lout they had a fine family of four children. ' Soon the ambulance arrived and much to my surprise I looked into the blue eyes of .Io Ann Kirk who was on emergency call with a young interne. I inquired about the members of her class. She told me that Irene Iloward immediately after graduation left for her home town in Illinois and has never been back. By this time we had arrived at the gates of Mercy. At the ambulance entrance we were met by Barbara Byers, who had just advanced to the position of supervisor of first floor. We were taken to the emergency room where a woman interne checked us. She looked familiar but thinking I was just whoozy from the accident, I couldn't decide for sure if it was Delores Sulentic or not. And to my surprise I was informed that Dee had decided to be an MD. after all. Thinking that I might have some fractured bones, she sent me to X-ray where l encountered .Ioann Lewis, who after Mary Kobliska's retirement, had taken her place. It was discovered my right little finger was broken. She called surgery and told them to prepare for a cast case. And so I went to surgery. I was met at the elevator door by Charlotte Schultz. I noticed that she wore a diamond fthe size of a walnutl and asked her who the lucky fellow was. She said, Oh, you re- member Chuck. She took me into the cast room where Rosalee Nees who was now working for her favor- ite doctor, helped apply a cast to my injured phalange. Thinking I might need an anesthetic, they called for the anesthetist. When she walked into the room, I nearly lost my uppers. It was .Ioann Brendle. Before she could get me to sleep, I had asked her about her husband and found that She had two children and could only work part time. When I came to, I found myself in an embarrassing predicament. I was in the obstetrical ward. What a low blow! A broken finger and I wind up with new mothers. Iasked to see the supervisor. I lay on my bed fumingg of all thingsl 'Soon there was a knock on my door and a soft swishing of skirts as a sweet Sister of' Mercy stepped into my room. She came to my bedside and asked me what was troubling me. I proceeded to tell her. She explained about the shortage of beds and how it was necessary to put me here. She smiled down and asked me if I didnit remember her. Ilooked up and it dawned upon me who she had been- Terry 0'Brien. No, she said, Not any longer. It is now Sister Mary Louise. I decided to visit with the patient in the other bed, who up to this time had had her back turned to me. I asked her how she was feeling and to my amazement, when she tumed over and looked at me, I found myself gazing upon Mrs. .lack Gaul, the former Ann Zimmerman. She told me that just that morning she had given birth to triplets--all girls! We had a very pleasant chat when we were interrupted by a vistor. That familiar red hair could not possibly belong to anyone else but Evelyn McLaughlin. We three really chewed the fat. We found that Evelyn was night supervisor now. She told me that itwas time to show the babies and asked if I would like to see the triplets. Together we walked up the hall to the nursery, where Sister Del Rey was displaying the new off-spring to the proud fathers. Then, a knock on my door and my roommate's voice. I awoke with a start, stiff and sore from sitting in a chair all nightg but the prophecy of the Class of 1952 had been written. Irene Kloewer, Class of '53

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Class Will Of l95Z We, the Class of 1952, of Mercy Hospital School of Nursing do, in unsound and disturbed state of mind, declare this to be our last will and testament. Item I: To the members of the Staff we leave our feeling of generosity and cheerful giving which may be returned with our diplomas. V To the Sisters we leave second floor of the nurses' home in a state of peace and quiet for the first time in two years: and also we leave the memory of the most tolerant and understanding class they have seen graduate from Mercy. A Item II: Item III: Item IV: To Father Mcllhon we leave our punctuality and cheerful cooperation. To the housemothers we leave all demerits collected during the past year. To the Freshmen we leave the job of carrying out trays, morning, noon and night, and of feeding patients. Instructions for the correct procedure can be obtained from any member of the Senior Item V: Class Item VI: The following articles and such, we, the Seniors, will with all sincerity to the Juniors, boping that they will use them to the very best of their ability. Artic le Article Article Article Article Article I: II: III: IV: V: VI Article VII: Article VIII: Article Article Article' Article Article To good time. IX: X: XI: XII' XIII- Irene Howard bequeathes to Irene Bessie Kloewer her selling ability and faulty Gall Bladder. Hilary Grote bequeathes to Hermanette Schiltz her letters to and from her soldier boy. .Ioann Kirk bequeathes to Luella Klein her hobby of borrowing cigarets. Hosalee Nees bequeathes to Geri Williams her Size 7 dresses, hoping they will go around. Delores Sulentic bequeathes to Pauline Kenkel and Ann Walsh her meticulous character- istics- -especially meticulous housekeeping. Terry O'Brien bequeaths to Cecilia Dea her record of Too Darn Hot knowing it will keep her awake after those long hours of night duty. .Ioan Lewis bequeathes to Helen Russell her flexibility and double joints. .Ioan Yokom bequeathes to Kathleen Assmann her vocabulary. Charlotte Schultze bequeathes to Clarice Lapke her telephone calls and party invitations along with her college men to accompany her to said parties. Sister Mary Del Rey bequeathes to Rosalee Porter her well modulated voice and gentle man- ners. Ann Zimmerman bequeathes to Eleanor McDonald her visceroptosis and that which so ably supports it. Evelyn McLaughlin bequeathes to Norma Mathies her parking spot on Baughn Street with the stipulation that it be vacated by midnight. Barbara Byers bequeaths her nasopharyngitis to her sister Alice knowing that Alice will fill her shoes in negct year's Senior Class. the Juniors we leave our uniforms and St. Bernard's laundry hoping they will have a ripping A Signed this 13th day of May, 1952, in the presence of reputable witnesses: The Senior Class

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