Presbyterian St Lukes Hospital School of Nursing - Alpha Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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JEAN VAN OVERSTRAETEN We ' ve always thought of Van In jeans and ' kerchieves gay; But soon it ' s veil and satin gown, For approaching wedding day. MILDRED VERNOSH For the kind of woman you are, And in everything you do, All that is really fine in the world, s symbolized in you. HELENE WEBSTER Sincerity, warmth, and kindness, As words alone don ' t rhyme. But when linked with Suzy Webster, They match up all the time. Florence Yli kting ale jPied e I solemnly pledge myself before God, and in the presence of this assembly, to pass my life in purity and to practice my profession faithfully. I will abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous, and will not take or knowingly administer any harmful drugs. I will do all in my power to maintain and elevate the standard of my profession and will hold in confidence all personal matters committed to my keeping and all family affairs coming to my knowledge in the practice of my calling. With loyalty will I endeavor to aid the physician in his work and devote myself to the welfare of those committed to my care.

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JOAN STOWE Sharp as a pin, Cute as a bu g, Quick as a flash, A hubby to hug. PHYLLIS STRAMPE A good sport never varying, hHer songs we love to hear, Her Ins and outs oi doubtful plights Have kept us in constant tear. JEAN THATCHER Gaiety and laughter, Sugar and spice, Warmth and good fellowship, Everything nice. MARGARET THOMAS She came to us from way out West, Her family ties are strong, She likes to fix her classmate ' s hair When spare time comes along VIRGINIA TRACY She wouldn ' t write her own verse. And what could we possibly say, ; But that she ' s on top of the heap In every single way. J MARY ANNA TURNROTH Soft curly locks to tease us. Soft brown eyes to twinkle; Soft spoken voice to please us. Soft little nose to wrinkle.

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ears Id a jnovi ime They can remember lhat ours was the first class to enter as cadets ... the first large recruitment. We can remember the awful elevator ride our stomachs took the first day . . . It was all so alien and everyone else looked so terribly experienced . . . There was piled luggage, long stairs at Stickney . . . bridge games, sings, the getting acquainted sessions while waiting for those physicals . . . tapping our vertebrae, giving our arches the benefit of the doubt, chest plates and cbc ' s. There were intriguing volumes that multiplied until closet shelves were crowded for space to accommodate those boxes of food from home. Spreads were enjoyed by all, but hlousemother Mrs. Anderson had her troubles when it came to room check how base of us to hide! . . . There were proble study hours, and the mad rush to the drug afterward . . . We had hard-to-get late leaves and easy-to-get proctor marks that took them away from us. Came the blue and white uniforms making us feel at last that we really belonged ... the shadowed chapel, the uniform tea with Morton Downey ' s songs . . . corsages and proud parents, photographers and mixed emotions. Class work became integrated with enlightening experiences on the floors . . . the first bed bath . . . procedures . . . supervision . . . exams, with butterflies before and post mortems afterward. Capping drew nearer and finally arrived, one of the prettiest and most impressive ceremonies at St. Luke ' s. Our first real goal was reached, we did belong, we had caps and bibs to prove It . . . Then we went on the floors for eight hour stretches and began to find out what it was all about . . . Came the wonder of seeing younger students enter ... we got on elevators fourth in rank instead of last. The accelerated program took some of us into our specialties right away . . . trays, purees, and the early morning daze (my, that watermelon looks good, but you lose an arm at the elbow if you touch it). The D. K. had its points ... we wouldn ' t have minded returning for senior duties. Nothing like mustard, custard and the forty-six B ' s . . . Followed surgery . . . some of us loved it, some of us didn ' t. Sterile technique, manual dexterity, trying to remember all the surgeons ' wants. Dramatic cases, and a Caesarean or two ... we also scrubbed more pots and pans than we ever saw m the D. K. They sent us on vacation . . . four weeks flew by, but we were ready to come back and start something new. And that it was . . . Obstetrics. We were amazed at our first scrub, amused by the fathers and the nursery window . . . they looked exactly like the cartoons you see so often. Oh, the Stork Club was a happy place to work.