Miami Valley Hospital School of Nursing - Lamp Yearbook (Dayton, OH)

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Class Will . . E THE CLASS or 1941, being of sound mind f?J with no evident neurological symptoms, yet realizing the uncertainties of life, do hereby make our last will and testament. To the Junior Class we leave our first row in chapel, hoping they will till it faithfully and with great dignity, also two pads of scrap paper on which to figure out monthly case reports. Along with these we leave our three-bar chevronts with the understanding that they rip them off carefully and sew them on with a lazy-daisy stitch. glndividuallbequests arc, to-wit, as follows, to be carefully administered by Miss Florence Sayre, executrix of this estate, with the admonition that she take her responsibility seriously in conveying these cherished possessions of the oustersized. As class treasurer, Mary Morefield wills to the Junior Class any small change left after the Senior liabilities are paid. Ellzabeth Merker gives her bed on E station to anyone who will promise to keep it warm. Frances Markus.bequeaths.her old tees and golf balls to Miss Swenson and Miss Shaw, providing they use them to make a hole ln one. Miriam Harbaugh regretfully relinquishes her love of floor duty on maternity to Louise Johnson. Good-hearted Louise Clark gives her student aprons to Alvina Bonnoront. Mildred Basset and Dorothy Hopping bestow thelr place on the piano bench to Mary Evans. Frieda Littler unselfishly contributes the proceeds from her book, Care of Complexions that Conquer to the class treasury. Joan Brunner leaves Doug's place on the window seat to Phyllis Doggett and her steady. To Jean Pennington goes Ruth Getter's innocent look. Evelyn Moehring gives her late leaves to Mildred Tufts, while Garnet Reams makes a very special bequest to Miss Sophie Schneider-namely her night duty sign. Mary Kerr and Donna Knowles leave their first aid book to Mrs. Ramsey for future library filing. Rita Harper passes on her quiet ways to Elaine Storer. Margery Clark leaves her giggle to Ruth Coblentz, while Clara Flemming bequeaths to the School Library her entire Youth's Correspondence Course in Love Making. This volume should be carefully per-used at odd moments. Melva Burkholderls smile goes to Bettie Kiesewetter, while Sarah Lee Banta leaves her feminine gift of gab to Myrtis Van Fleet. Christine Lake bestows her honeyed accent to Margaret Sapp. With a forgiving personality, Doris Granzow leaves her dog-eared cook book to the dietetic department. Mary Zimmer, fearing you may be late for chapel, passes on her duty of official alarm clock to Martha Cochran. In this solemn moment, Betty Houser agrees to contribute her sneeze to anyone who can do it. Waveline Smith and Erma Brown bequeath their double room to Ruth Legant and Elaine Miller. Ellen Sparks leaves to Children's Ward her ever-present string of safety pins, while Betty Ruth leaves her coke machine job to anyone who can go to Snyder building and back again successfully. Realizing that this bequest should not selfishly be confined to one individual, Genevieve Johnson leaves her ability to become engaged and disengaged to anyone who can arrange it. Due to the fact that she plans to study for State Board, Mariellen Rhinehart bequeaths her well used recording of Intermezzo,' to Jeanne Carey. Georgia Insely's success as president goes to Betty Ann Miller, while Dorothy Smith's last-minute rush goes to Mary Lou McGown. In the era of changing styles, Lillie Marker bequeaths to Miss Wilson her page-boy hair-do, while Lorna Doebereiner after seriously thinking it over leaves her curling iron to the hospital barber. Dorothy MacDonald leaves her hay fever problem to the Research department. Esther Detling after some consideration leaves her daily blush to Erma Lovett, while her room-mate, Phyllis Rogers, bequeaths her collection of cologne to be used to cover the odor of disinfectant in the Communicable Disease department. The fancy empty bottles she bestows upon the Drug Room. Dorothy Poff, as a parting gesture, leaves a hardly-used jar of shoe cleaner to Marianna Gress. Ellen Spahr's sweetness is left to Marianna Moll. Opal Wick offers her six well-used jokes to anyone who can revive them, while Irma Kapffenstein turns over all her worries to Mary Catherine Smith. Mildred Hagerty leaves one of her red-hair bows to Helen Doehring, while Ruth Short bestows a dozen wads of last year's gum U94-OJ to Beatrice Baird. ' Mary Katherine Schmidt understandingly leaves her medicated corn plasters Cfrom the drug roomj to the V.N.A. girls. Jayne Trowbridge and Jeannie Taylor, realizing they must now put away childish things, bequeath their menagerie to the carpentershop with the stipulation that the animals be kept stuffed with plenty of sawdust. To Jean Hunter goes Margaret Seitz's wide-awake look in class, while the Curtner sisters, ambition is passed on to the Rosebaum twins. Betty Felter's meekness is bequeathed to Betty Oberlies. Mariam Dickerson, believing that zippers are here to stay, leaves to Helen Dickson her two uniform buttons. Mary Helen Hitchens, mindful of her own thick crowning glory, bequeaths to Marianna Rhorer her share of stock in the Wonder Hair Grower Corporation. Betty Hostet- tler, after much indecision, has definitely decided she will bequeath any of her worldly possessions except Bill. Martha Martingdale leaves her Nightingale voice to Julia Johnson. Out of the kindness of their hearts Betty Buettner and Betty Nevison bequeath their reference notes on P.A. to next year's Senior Class believing that every little bit helps. Evelyn Gerdes and Mary Hester Grubbs leave their reduction diet to Reba Bevan. Mary Massie leaves her haircut money to the Junior class treasury, while Elaine Cassel leaves her love of monkey wrenches and tools to any nurse who has a similar interest in mechanics. Margery Jenkins, Helen Fennell and Virginia Geiger leave next year's group of internes to the tender mercy of June Swope and other Juniors after September 1. To the Board of Trustees we leave all funeral expenses, namely the sad rights of graduation. In the presence of assembled witnesses we hereby do declare this to be our last will and testament, signed this first day of May in the year of sulfapyradine and sulfathiazole, nineteen hundred and forty-one, in the presence of the following witnesses to-wit and half-wit: MR. HERPES Zosrnn Miss ETHYL ALCOHOL MRS. JAMES METRAZOL MISS KATHERINE HEPARIN THE CLASS OF 1941

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Reminiscing o-Moimow NIGHT we graduate ! Our white uniforms hang crisp and starched awaiting that long-anticipated event. It seems such a long time ago that we met as strangers in the library, waiting to have our rooms assigned to us. What a thrill it was to become a student nurse, to have those important capped Seniors talk with us and call us their little sisters. Shall we ever forget the party the first night we came? Then followed initiation night and the awful odor of guaiacol and ether. As we all remember, we got the works thoroughly. Realities of classwork became inevitable. Down to earth we came to realize that nurses did more than wear white uniforms. They must study, read endless references and learn to use their hands. Anatomy and the imposing, mocking skeleton, we had to challenge. Too, we must never forget the tender care we lavished on our unappreciative Chase doll. Through a never ending stream of humble tasks we waded, wondering and doubting if we'd ever become nurses. Slightly encouraged we blossomed Hnally into our uniforms. How much more professional we seemed, even though we were without caps and bibs. But, would the uniforms ever shrink and look appealing! Our first Christmas and the thrill of being allowed to take part in the early morning caroling made us realize how priceless was this school tradition, Ever more closely we came to be a part of the big family here at the nurses' home. The capping exercise was an unforgettably beautiful ceremony. As with trembling hands we received our lighted candles each hoped and hoped again her cap would not be the one to fall off during this sacred ceremony! With this our tasks had just begun, now our days rushed by, and we entertained for the first time as an organized class at the Valentine party. Each day became a part of the mosaic which was to be our Freshman year :-bright days when some one called us an angel of mercy, or told us how nicely we had made his bed :--dark days with low Materia Medica grades, broken thermometers, and unsigned-for late leaves. VVhat a quandry we were in! Vacation so eagerly looked-forward-to that first year came, and like a Hash was gone. VVe were Juniors at last, but then, just to be a Senior! Seniors always seemed to have a lot of time, never had to run errands and certainly never were seen doing much studying! On we plodded, studying Communicable Diseases, worrying over Obstetrics and pondering over Pathology. Could any student be as busy as a Junior? The ever present threat to our anemic bank account was the Junior-Senior Farewell, Hot dogs, pop corn, shoe polish, and shoestrings were urged upon the faculty and student body. At last came the harvest of our sales' efforts :-we had enough money to entertain the Seniors! Commencement for the class of 1940 found us marching as poor unnoticed juniors while the Seniors in snowy caps and uniforms marched confidently along to that glorious, triumphant proces- sional. Next year, next year for us we hoped! Next year so far away with classes, exams, and duty hours, still to come! Now, as we reminisce, we know that to our eager hearts the time since that night a year ago, really has not been long. Our vacation, our fall hay ride, the traditional rite of decorating the Christmas tree, the dance, parties and final exams-all have materialized with relentless finality. In our bouquet of student memories, one unopened bud is yet to become a full-bloom rose-tomorrow, graduation. 4+ 3 1 Q? F X

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Prophecy DEAR DIARY: Why did I ever consent to do it? To find out the names and present addresses of the 1941 graduates has really been a task. Little did I realize when appointed by the Alumnae what a gigantic undertaking it would be. Sixty- two graduates and only about seven working at old M.V.H. The rest as scattered to the four winds as the proverbial peas in the pod. But, thinking over my whole trip, it has been lots of fun playing Sherlock Holmes in search of the lost members of the class of '4-1. Realizing how far my search has carried me, I'vc resolved to keep an account of the high points of my journey so the Alumnae committee for The Lamp address section won't think I've wasted my time. It certainly was swell of Sarah Lee Banta to give me a few pointers on some of the girls. Even though she is night supervisor, she certainly does get around a lot. Thought Garnet Reams might help me locate a few of the girls, but she is so busy experimenting with test-tube guinea pigs she didn't have time to talk with me. Notice that the editor of the 1951 Lamp has a note of encouragement from Louise Clark. Clark has been contributing quite a few articles to the American journal of Nursing lately. What a surprise to learn that Mary Morefield is in Canada working with the Queen's Nurses. That last letter Esther Detling had from her was filled with tales of her experiences with the French Canadians. Wonder how Greenville Hospital ever got along before Esther became Superintendent. I believe Melva Burkholder works in the Receiving Department there. Dear Diary, I was never so surprised in my life as when I saw Dorothy McDonald across the aisle on the Lake Erie limited. To think she has been a train stewardess for seven years. Told me she had spent the summer in Michigan with Donna Knowles and her family. Said Virginia Geiger was teaching first aid classes to the Girl Scout troop near Kalamazoo. Went through the Nurse Mode plant at Detroit on my journey and had tea with Lillie Marker. Really, it's remarkable how much oomphf she's added to nurses' uniforms since she resumed her designing. Mildred Ha.gerty's picture hung on the wall, in one of those streamlined uniforms. It seems she does all the uniform modeling for Lillie's big concern. Went horseback riding with Doebereiner on her hours off. Really, she enjoys her work in Pediatrics at Henry Ford Hospital. Told me Betty Houscr is planning to come there next month. She was anxious to know how soon Mariellen Rhinehart would finish her internship at M.V.H. I just had to tell her how grown up Mariellen was. After all, wearing oxford glasses and speaking of allergy so fluently is a far cry from the old Mariellen and her recording of Intermezzo. My last night in Buffalo was really a welcome rest for me. Reading Notes on Nuts, a book on how to entertain at a reasonable cost, by Lady Frances Markus Cottonfox, brought back old memories of the tea parties those Seniors used to have. Often we envied them their few classes while we crammed O. B. and Orthopedics. But our day did come and here I am, an old graduate, traveling about the country looking for unaccounted-for nurses. Joan Brunner was staying at the Plaza, where I stopped on my way to Boston. Really felt I'd struck pay dirt' when I talked with her. Getting about as she does, she certainly meets a lot of old friends. Told me Ruth Short was conducting an experiment on ultra violet ray and its effect on measles in children. Dorothy Poff and Ellen Spahr came north from Kentucky to attend the National Public Health convention in New York City. Ellen was planning to show pictures of her work in the mountain districts. Chris Lake has been appointed State Health Supervisor in Kentucky and Mary Schmidt has been acting as her part-time secretary so she might help send her son through college. ' Incidentally, Margery Clark has been working at Vassar as College Nurse. Tells me it's regrettable how little those girls care about diet. Says she certainly has a time keeping them on reduction diets. Well, Miriam Harbaugh should collaborate with Marge. After all, specializing in Dietetics, after completing nurses' training, certainly is an accomplishment. Joan told me Helen Fennell still lives in Tipp City. Had a letter from her saying she has been appointed treasurer of City Humane Society. Well, I did think Dorothy Hopping would get back from California for Home Coming, but I suppose her duties are rather confining. Don't suppose Ruth Curtncr and Waveline Smith will manage a furlough either, since the Navy is having many new maneuvers. Wonder if Edna Curtner ever did make any money from her Nurse's Hand Cream. It certainly is well advertised and if Evelyn Moehring endorses it the housewives of America certainly will use it. After all, Evelyn Moehring's column is read daily by thousands of women. Don't understand how she finds time to write and raise a family. I almost forgot to get that special tape for Genevieve Johnson while at the Medical Center. Her work in the eye department keeps her so busy that she hasn't been East for three years. Well, one does make sacrifices. Betty Ruth still has to take call in Patterson, even if she is married. Mary Massie in Isolation has done a marvelous piece of work. New plastic furniture, synthetic washable drapes, and walls painted in soft pastel tints certainly has made Isolation into a new world. The article in the Hospital Review gives both Massie and Irma Kapffenstein entire credit for the plan. Irma studied the effect from the psychiatric angle. Dorothy Smith tells me the Mental retreat where she is employed as supervisor is very fascinating. Opal Wick has full charge of occupational therapy there. Mary Helen Hitchens drives out once in a while and helps instruct the patients. You know she always was a whiz at crocheting rugs. My goodness, here I am nearly home. Georgia Insley will never believe I actually did some sleuthing to find out about her classmates. I wonder if I'll be too late to hear that lecture Betty Felter was scheduled to give the last day of Homecoming. I suppose flying about as an army wife is very fascinating. I'm anxious to sec if she's changed much. Really was surprised to learn that Mary Hester Grubb's husband has been appointed Ambassador to Russia. I hear Jenkins is still in South America, It was only five years ago I stood at the dock and saw her and her husband sail off for that rubber plantation. And to think that Mildred Basset is clear around the world in Shanghai with her missionary cousin. Their work certainly will be fascinating. Well, Dear Diary, at last I'll clamp on my hat, gather up my magazines and make through the Union Station crowd and then home. Oh, this panda-why did I ever buy it for Joyce Kaye, Trowbridge's daughter? Seems like I've really been gone a while, but it will be good to hear Frieda Littler tell about her troubles as head nurse on J., to have Jeannie Taylor dash down the hall in her i'lopDy' houseslippers to find out what I had good to eat on my trip. I mustn't forget to give Doris Granzow that new recipe I got from the cook in the French Village in New Orleans. I suppose Betty Beuttncr could stop there when she goes off duty at the V.N.A. Anyway, it's good to be home again, back where the girls still wear the blue and white student uniform. Even hearing the IO P. M. bell will seem like hearing the voice of an old friend. Well, Elizabeth Merker will be waiting supper. She promised that all her children will be in bed so we can hash over this trip. se- 33 -F