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

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MarcareET Justus Jerry PoLk Most Attractive Most Likely to Succeed Linsy Masry Wittiest JEANETTE STROUD Betty FERREE Friendliest Most Talented @ 3 See $ Page Twenty-two

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CLASS HISTORY September 6, 1948, may not be recorded in history books as a day to be remembered, but to the members of the class of 51 of Presbyterian Hospital School of Nursing, it is not a day to be forgotten. For it was on that bright sunny day, sixty-one innocent, bright-eyed prospective nurses first climbed the three flights of stairs to their cozy rooms. It took quite a while to remember all the rules and regulations but after a few yellow greeting cards with numbers from one to five, we soon learned. The first six months passed quickly for some and slowly for others, but at any rate, “Mrs. Chase” really gave us all a merry chase in the nursing arts lab. Our first Christmas at Presbyterian was celebrated by a dance at Morris Field. It was a grand occasion with the swish of long skirts and a bow from dressed up fellows in tux. That Easter all of us had a new Easter Bonnet, six whole months of trial had passed and we all came out on the top with a new cap to wear. A remark overheard at capping was ‘I won't mind getting up at six o'clock every morning now that I have a cap to wear.” It wasn’t long, however, before the same spokesman was seen arriving at chapel setting up a uniform. During our junior year, we were awed by such things as obstetrics, surgery and believe it or not some of us even made cooks—even if we did burn oatmeal once in a while. With this year came the big event of the Junior-Senior Banquet at the Ofhcers Club at Morris Field. It was indeed a proud group of girls who twirled to waltzes, fox- trots, and rhumbas that night. The effort we had spent to raise money for it was well rewarded by just one glance and one dance of the evening. Then came a never to be forgotten event—the day we received something new to add to our caps. It was none other than our long awaited black bands. Never had our class attacked so much food as we did at Rozzell’s Dining Room. To be sure most of us walked away with at least two pounds of excess adipose tissue. With our last year too, came a long journey from home to yankee land. In groups of twelve we solemnly kissed our Sunny South goodbye and boarded a train which took us to Lyons, N. J., for three months of psychiatry. In our memories there will always re- main pleasant thoughts of our stay there with a rebel flag flying over our hut. How could we ever forget three whole ‘months of blushing after we had said “you all.” It was while we were there that most of us made our first visit to the big city, New York, that is. In days to come our mouths will still water when we think of the hun- dreds of cheeseburgers we devoured at Brookside. It will be interesting to note how many future ping-pong champions were trained deep in the heart of Jersey, at the rebel recreation hut. Perhaps it could be said for some such as Blackburn, Carnes, Sandifer, Hollingsworth, Heustess, Teeter, Duncan, Poole, Henkel, Wallace, ‘Tem- pleton, Massagee, Lewis, Justus, O. White, and Moore that these three months were the longest of the thirty-six since they were spent away from their prospective hus- . bands. ree others such as Autry and “Mathis it probably was the shortest because it was there, the makings of a home came into view with the meeting of Tommy and Russell. Our journey into the land of white will soon be at hand. Along the way we have lost seventeen of our fold, but to those of us who remain, may we in the future rely upon and uphold the teachings and traditions of Presbyterian Hospital, so that Presbyterian will be proud of the R.N.’s of the class of ’51. Mary Frances Betx, Historian Page Twenty-four