Presbyterian Hospital School of Nursing - Crisp N Curls Yearbook (Charlotte, NC)

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Class History Will we ever forget that memorable day of February 4, 1946, when a class of twenty brave new-comers ventured into that great institution, the Presbyterian Hospi- tal School of Nursing? As probies confronted with homesickness, the doubts and discouragements of studies and examinations, we often wondered if the thrill of attaining that goal of graduation would ever be ours. Then we finally earned our caps and bibs and the added responsibilities of freshmen; we were now difinitely a part of the nursing school. With these we then Peis to comfort the buffets of the halls and diet kitchen. Our doubts and ears were soon dispelled and the general state of confusion for us lessened as we gradually gaind self-confidence in performing our duties. Never will we forget the gracious help of the upper classmen as we worked together to “smooth out the rough Spots” for our ultimate success. Along the way we had lost five of our classmates, some preferring the career of matrimony. Wishing all of them success and happiness, we kept diligently at our work and wondered how many would march slowly down the aisle in the spring of far-away 1949—all in white. Studies and special services—pediatrics, surgery, and obstetrics—were continued as we became juniors. Then came our Junior-Senior banquet and dance, given at the Policemen’s Hall at Morris Field. A dinner was the marking for a much-looked-forward-to occasion on which we received our black bands and assumed the roles of dignified seniors. What a difference a black band makes! But how much more, a white uniform! And we still had another year ahead of us. More responsibilities, privileges, and extracurricular activities followed. Some of our class were chosen as members for Secas, the Honor Society. Another pleasant memory is the dinner-dance which was given us by the juniors at the Officers Club at Morris Field, where we had a wonderful time. The tux, the swishing skirts, flowers, music, food—will we ever forget? And then, at last, the climax to our three years: graduation, bringing our beloved white uniforms, red roses, and our Presbyterian Pins, signifying proudly our labor and our achievement. Though we had at times doubted our eventual success, we had done our best and with worthwhile reward. With some trepidation we, a small body of fifteen new graduates, are now preparing to face the professional world, ready and willing to play our part in her future. On parting may we express the high esteem in which we hold our school and the ideals for which she stands, and our hope that our future shall always reflect honor on her, our alma mater. CuristinE MclInrosu, Class Historian Page Seventeen

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