Philipsburg Hospital School of Nursing - Reflections Yearbook (Philipsburg, PA)

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Mother and Dad M is for the money that they gave us willingly without regard to their own sacrifices. 0 is for the oftentimes they consoled our seemingly endless troubles and complaints. T is for the thousands of times they encouraged us to fulfill our dreams as well as theirs. H is for their hearts so warm and understanding. E is for their endless trip to Philipsburg State Hospital at the most inconvenient times. R is for remembrances of all the wonderful and happy times they have made possible for us. H I1 D is for the devotion we hold in our hearts for them. A is for the admiration we feel, but seldom show them. D is for your daughters whom we are proud to be. Put them all together they spell Mother and Dad ...... . . . . . the two people whose love and encouragement have never Waivered. . . the two people whose smile of pride has made these years worthwhile. . . the two people whom we can never praise enough, honor enough or thank enough. 30-

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B. RRG This picturc was painted by Miss Crock mother and an photograph of it was taken for the yearbook. NVQ- wish to thunk you. Xlrs. Dorothy Croc, for permitting us to use your fine work. Senior 19 6 lil

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Senior lass Histor September 7, 1953, brought forth for thirty- two future student nurses one of the most memo- rable days they shall ever have encountered. For on this day we got our first glimpse of what was to become our home for the next three years. To the majority of us it was a day of horror, for here we were, drawn from the comforts of our homes and thrown into the whirl with fifty other students-They who considered it just part of the dayf' and we who considered it more hectic than anything we could ever visualize. As we entered our rooms and met our fu- ture friends, we had no idea of the work which lay before us-or the good times we would share. Since we were deprived of much social life out- side the Nurses, Home, we soon began to find activities to entertain us on the inside. Who has known the joy of a cold bucket of water thrown on you while showering, or the honor of taking a bath with a filthy floor mop? But our entertainment was usually short lived, and we were ushered to bed by Mrs. Hoyt. We soon fell into the footsteps of our upper- classmen and before we knew it, capping was upon us. Unfortunately, by that great day, we had lost three of our original group. March 5, 1954, to us was truly our momentv as we were presented with our caps and bibs. The next few months found us still deeply absorbed in studying, and before we realized it, Spring was upon us, and we began enjoying many happy hours together. Our freshman year was climaxed by a fare- well picnic to our clinical instructors, Miss Lily Orth and Miss Anna Byrnes, held at Black Moshannon. Our junior year found us minus one more of the original thirty-two. Again classes began, and we were back in the old routine of work and study. In january the first members of our class left for their psychiatric affiliation in WVarren, Pa., separating us for the first time in sixteen months. Anxiously, we all awaited our turn, returning with a much broader outlook in nursing. Many happy hours have since been spent reminiscing over our trip from the Nurses home. Of course, Christmas brought the animal party for the doctors and their families, nurses, and student nurses. As always, gifts were ex- changed, and the Alumnae and students offered their talents by wav of a short entertainment. As summer arrived, it found us getting our Sunday bestv for Dr. Luxenbergis annual dance at the Country Club, for this was one of THE night-we could stay out till 12 oiclock midnight! And, as happens every year, August finds the students getting rather sentimental as they prepare for graduation. But sentimentality is soon forgotten as Promv night gets closer, pre- ceded by the Alumnae banquet. In just a matter of hours, the Seniors would be gone from the Nurses Home-and we would take their place. September 7, 1955, we were officially known as Seniorsv and the long twelve months which lay ahead of us seemed endless. By now our class had dwindled to twenty-five. As the last group returned from WVarren, classes were started, and once again studying began. But along with studying we now had an added project-making money for the yearbook. Our first attempt was in the form of a bake sale, which proved to be more profitable than we had ever dreamed possible. Thanksgiving found us madly selling tickets for a turkey raffle, only to be outdone by mad knitting, sewing. painting, and crocheting for our Christmas bazaar. january was another month of baking as we had another bake sale on the first floor of the hospital. A skating party was held in May for the benefit of the Senior class with most of the profit going to just enjoymentf' Again a bake sale was held in june, while july brought an end to our efforts of three previ- ous months of selling chances for the Osceola Mills Columbia Fire Company. Suddenly we realized that our days as stu- dents were numbered and diligence now must be topped only by determination. By now we are looking forward to the Senior Banquet given by the Alumnae, followed by the Senior Prom. Undoubtedly, Commencement will be our biggest night, for this is the night we will accept our diplomas and pin, which we will cherish forever. As we will stand together repeating the Florence Nightingale Pledgef, we sincerely hope we can always be faithful to the oaths we have taken.