Philadelphia Osteopathic Hospital School of Nursing - Cranium Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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THE LOST WILL OOD TESTflmEflT OF THE CLASS OF 193? E, THE Class of 1937, of the Institution of Supervised Romance, County of Brotherly Love, and State of Insignificance, being of unsound mind, super -excellent efficiency, and uncomparable memory do make and pub- lish this our last testament, thereby revoking and making all former wills made by us heretofore null and void. Therefore we do give and begueath the following cherished individual pos- Long hours of classes (with subseguent Ischial irritations) to stay-behinds. Alice Powell ' s happiness to Birchall. Some of Pete ' s confidence to Yoder. The conguests of Hopfie to Wildenstein. Winning ways of Stradtman to Rapp. Ivory and ebony board of Willie ' s to Tracey (may the bumblebee fly without ceasing) . Late permits every night to Rubinkam. Lasting neatness of Miller ' s hair to Davis. Anne Mason ' s reticence to Alice Miller. Night emergencies to the operating staff. Doug ' s uniforms to Florence Green (sorry we can ' t supply a sewing machine as well) . Thelma Fyock ' s longies to the Department of Dermatology. Evelyn Kilmer ' s daydreams to Cohalan. Swartley ' s studiousness to Wescoat. The culinary arts of lones to Anderson. An unruffled spirit from Young to Clancy. Mary Kochut ' s alarm to Fidler. Energy of Jacoby to Brdwn. ' Nough of Greene ' s wit and sarcasm to last several years. The strangers of the fire escape to the occupants of second floor ' 15. Whereas: We do hereby ask that the Misses Peeler and Sterrett carry our bodies to their final resting place. Whereas: We do hereby appoint Mr. Stewart Caldwell to be executor of this our last will and testament. (Continued on page JfS) THE CRANIUM, 1937 Page Thirty-nine

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CLASS HISTORY HIS year a class of sixteen must depart from the Osteopathic Hospital. It seems strange that it is we, ourselves, who make up this class. The years that we ' ve studied and worked together have passed much too quickly. Now we part, each to go her own way. Whatever the future may bring, may every graduate of the Class of ' 37 cherish pleasant memories of her days in training. With these thoughts in mind we record a brief history of our three years together. The Class of ' 37 had its beginning on September 4, 1934, when it was accepted into the Osteopathic Hospital School of Nursing as Preliminary Students. We came from as far north as the Great Lakes, East as far as the coast, South as far as Delaware and West as far as the Alleghenies — twenty-two of us. To outsiders our entrance was an ordinary event, to us it was a supreme moment. We were Nurses! However, this superior feeling was soon lost under the strict rules of the institution. We felt that few privileges had been granted us. After a few difficult days we settled down to our scheduled routine and worked zealously, endeavoring to win the respect of upperclassmen as well as fhat of the doctors. The first few days were made easier for us by a party given by the Student Body in order that we might become better acquainted and the same week a dance was held at College Hall in our honor. Next came four months of intensive study with exams to be passed, long, tire- some days and all too short nights. During this time several of our number left us, and our class was reduced to eighteen. The next thrilling event in our career was our Capping. We were superbly happy that night. We had been accepted as Nurses. Following the Capping came the Christmas party. Then a day-and-a-half holiday for the Christmas Season in order to enjoy our families and old friends whom we had neglected due to our busy life in training. Another semester of classes began — more exams to be passed and then well-earned vacations. A year had passed, we had a new group among us, we were no longer Junior Nurses, we were Intermediates — a glorious feeling. The second, year was harder but more enjoyable than our first; with classes, floor work, good times, get-togethers in the nurses ' home, reorganization of our Student Body, our Amateur Show (at which time unrecognized talent was brought forth), the College dances, and Charity Ball and the glamorous success of the Nurses ' First Spring Formal. All of these helped to make the year pass quickly. Vacations came again, another class graduated, another entered and we were Seniors — Sixteen of us. Senior activities opened with a weiner roast at New Hope with Doctor Drew as our host. Then came our affiliation with the Philadelphia General Hospital. This surely was a new p lanet in our little sphere. At first the vastness of the place (Continued on page jS) THE CRANIUM, 1937 Page Thirty-eight

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IF If you can please the T. S. O. and the Doctors, The superintendent and the patients, too, The patients ' families and the senior nurses ' Twould seem that you have quite enough to do. If you can please the czarins of the pantry, The Napoleons who massage and bathe the hall, And yell at you for not walking on the ceiling, Or smile when you have lost your beau ' s phone call. If you can please the Internes and House Doctors, And hold your tongue when bunk they try to pass, Or when chambermaids and elevator workers Think your day is lost without their sass. If you can stay your tears when in the drug room They ask you when and why you want their wares, Send you back to your ward to get prescriptions, And make you climb what seems a million stairs. If you are serving two months in the OR. With tie my gown or hand me this and that, The wild excitement of the Doctors scolding. Still don ' t give up and leave your training flat. If you don ' t swear the night you ' ve got a heavy And are informed it ' s your turn to relieve, If you still stick when lying tongues run rampant, That those in charge seem disposed to believe. If you glide past them at nearly daybreak, Sign the book and make it look like ten, If you can fool the matron and the nurses When you go capless for a walk around the block. If you can keep your head when bells around you Are ringing till you don ' t know what to do. If you can keep your heart when handsome internes Are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If now that you have finished all your training You can look back upon the life as mild Yours is the earth, but I am here to tell you You ' ll not be a nurse, you ' ll be a saint my child. -Selected. THE CRANIUM, 1937 Page Forty