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

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Class History On September 3, 1946, thirty girls entered this school of Nursing with a determined attitude and a real desire to discover what nursing really is. The thing that impressed us first was how well our roommates had been selected. Why, some a us even looked alike! We chattered endlessly in our first class meeting. We felt v ery important being addressed as the class of 1949. It seems like ages ago now— Our first social gathering was a tea at Mrs. McDonald’s home on Providence Road. Everyone had an ene lie good time. Halloween parties were fun too—Miss Deimler and her costume and all the many pranks played, pepper in beds, short sheets . . Even classes were fun. And we learned to love our instructor Thanksgiving day we worked a half day. Oh, how tired we were! And the seniors - would say, “This is just a sample!’—encouraging. Although Christmas vacations were a welcome relief from classes and hall work, we were eager to return and see our classmates. ‘Truly, we were a happy group of girls, February 3, 1947, the biggest event of our three year's training—we said the Nightingale Pledge and received that cute cap that we had admired or six months. Our work as freshmen wasn’t unusual but we felt quite important. Soon vacations were upon us again. We left school with enthusiasm but returned just as eagerly to Start our special services We had excellent eae during our three years. Our Freshman president was Gwen Lambert, our Junior president was Dot Nixon and our Senior President, Betty Drymon. During our Junior year three members of our class were chosen for Secas mem- bership, Gwen Lambert, Lottie Clark, and Betty Drymon, That year, also, we worked hard to give the seniors the best banquet in the history of Presbyterian. We sponsored the Variety Show which made a hit with the typical scene of O. R. No. 1. The Queen of Hearts ‘Campaign proved profitable too. Vacations seem to come around quicker than ever. We hurried back to school knowing that we were on the last lap. Black banding, the official recognition of seniority, was held in the dinning hall. A steak dinner was the order of the evening and there were place cards with pictures of us as freshmen. How different we ieee The Christmas dance was such a gay affair and furnished a wonderful opportunity for everyone to show off new gifts of jewelry and incidently, diamond rings. Yes, there were quite a few of them now—Jean Quinn, Betty Drymon, Garnett ‘Archer, Eva Oxendine. . Then it was our turn to be entertained by the juniors—an exciting evening—new evening dresses—orchids We were all proud when Betty Drymon was chosen to represent District Number Three in the Miss North Carolina Student Nurse contest. She made a grand showing in Raleigh too! We look back over these happy years, but briefly. For a vision of white uniforms and clouds of red roses all but obscure the view. From now on we are going to be looking forward! Euta Fave Kennepy, Historian Page Twenty-six

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Last Will and Testament We, the class of September, 1949, of Presbyterian Hospital, being sound of mind and body do hereby solemnly will and bequeath the following, with malice toward none and with good will to all. ARTICLE I ‘To our Alma Mater and Faculty Our undying gratitude for the patience and effort put forth to help us through three years of unexcelled training and for giving us the name, “Presbyterian,” to carry out into the world. ABLIGLE SI To the future seniors We leave our questionable dignity, our privileges, the honorable senior table and the ability to look back and say, “Gosh, the first two years have just flown by!” ARTICLE III To individuals I, Joan Addison, will my British pronounciation to the Texan, Martha Lee. I, Garnett Archer, will my ability to drive in heavy traffic to Ann Morehouse. I, Adelaide Brison, will by dependability and capability to Inez Haney. I, Mary Frank Broome, will my heart-warming smile and genuine friendliness to Janet Hall. I, Alexa Brown, will my love for the risque to Shirley Wafford. I, Mary Ann Carpenter, will my niche in the corner soda shop to Martha Gilbert. I, Lottie Clark, will my raven tresses and suggestive black eyes to Betty Sue Morton. I, Betty Sue Drymon, will my love for flowers to Sarah White Lee. I, Perry Lee Drymon, will my Frenchy look, especially in a bathing suit to Mary Robertson. I, Lenora Franklin, will my uncanny memory of quotations to Eloise Rosser. I, Mary Ida Harris, will my love for tall men to Phyllis Rae Lail. I, Ruth Kanupp, will my quiet manner and lucious brown eyes to Ann Langston. I, Ellen Kelly, will my irresistable charms and ability to attract men to Dorcas Grice. I, Eula Faye Kennedy, will my ability to get the goods to Martha Love. I, Gwendolyn Lambert, will my double joints and expressive chin to Frances Baker. I, Evelyn Milton, will my Georgia accent and love for Georgia to Virginia Williams. I, Dorothy Nixon, will my winning personality and low hemoglobin to Mary Harrill. I, Eva Oxendine, will my facetiousness to Mary Alice Powell. I, Jean Quinn, will my gift of gab to Betty Rea Sandifer. I, Margaret Sachse, will my ability to drink coffee, collect rabbits and desserts to Chloe Davenport. I, Jewell Sowell, will my dry wit and innocence to Betty Rae ‘Thomas. I, Irene Sykes, will my love for the mysterious squirrel that got into my bed to Nell Albright. In witness whereof we, the September class of 1949, the testators above named, have hereunto subscribed our name in this year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred an d forty-nine. Berry SuE DrymMon, Garnet ARCHER Page Twenty-seven