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

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POET. In coolest hours of night when eyes are bright as pears and ears are open as the flowers you walk, smiling, with snowdrops on your cheeks. Cinders hide in the darkness and silhouettes are softer than pillows as you watch. Words become the colors for your palette. — By Susan A quiet moment should I quote? concentration. How mucti of what he said Mr The unlocked door . . . from this side, the expectations ore vogue, shadowy, even more hopeful and hopeless than ever before.

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Welcome to the dorm! As you walked through the portals of this building, you realized that you were embarking upon a new way of life; this was now your home away from home. The first week was filled with endless things to do: Big Sisses, new friendships formed, night-long chattering. Freshman year: so difficult with all those courses that required continuous studying. The day when you became a Junior: you were the Big Sis - the mother-surrogate image for your Freshman Little Sis. The days were long; the nights not long enough. It was almost unbelievable what you had to learn before your first two years ended and you donned that cherished white uniform! The halls were filled with laughing hours of happiness, tears of sorrow, screams of frustration and smiles of encourage- ment. Thes e are the girls whom you ' ll never forget, the ones who helped you to keep your spirits glow- ing. Dad ' s Day-- a chance tor the Freshmen to prove that their hearts belong to Daddy!!