Rowan Memorial Hospital School of Nursing - White Cap Yearbook (Salisbury, NC)

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Glass Prophecy CLASS OF: 1960 TIME: 8 o'clock p.m., 1970—September PLACE: Conference room of new Psychiatric Division of Rowan Memorial Hospital. As hostess for the regular decade Alumni-meeting, I, Sandra Kimbro, flew in from California, where I am a nurse in the Rice-Davis Clinic for the emotionally disturbed child. 1 find myself analyzing my former classmates and am very curious and anxious to hear about their activities in ten short years. Alice Alexander arrived late but as slim-trim as ever. She is married to a lawyer and lives in New York, where she does relief nursing by giving enemas, until clear, for patients in x-ray scheduled for barium enemas. She has three sets of triplets. Her former roommate, Nancy White lives between Salisbury and Spencer. She does private duty at Rowan Memorial Hospital. She is currently nursing ''Pop' J., her father-in-law. Dorothy Byrd and Winifred Davis arrived together from Florida, both looking ''fresh as daisies'' in spite of the fact that they each have three growing boys to feed, cuddle, and pacify. Dot is working at an Army Base hospital in Florida, where she moved after marrying that certain one from West Point. Winnie isn't working as a nurse, but Al, her spouse , and those three sons keep her busy. Her husband flies jets and those boys keep her flying so she reports. Dorothy Mason arrived in style—a police escort. She is now married and lives in Spencer in a big, white frame house. Our ''friendliest' student of 1960 works as a nurse in the city jail for women. Her ex-roomie, Edith Staley, is doing back-woods nursing in the mountains of North Carolina and as I understand, eiemsces ay hOss' and ''totes a2 rifle better'n Wyatt Erp. Marie Phillips, most likely to succeed in our class, asI recall, has done just that. She is now a nurse for three urologists in Salisbury and she may be seen every day except Sunday scurrying around (to use her favorite words), changing dressings, starting L.V.'s and removing stitches. Shirley Tutterow, 'Miss Personality, lives in a small town, Pembroke, North Carolina, where she does reservation nursing. To prove that a personality is worthwhile in our esteemed profession, she has been voted honorary chief of one of the tribes for the past eight years. The first two years were spent in adjusting to married life and two papooses of her own. Her husband is a doctor. Patti Roberts, Shirley's use-to-be roommate, is second in charge, no less, on 1st North. She is married and has a set of twins, who sing, dance, and are regulars on ''Pecos Pete T.V. show. Her husband is a television announcer at the new Salisbury Television Station. My old roomie, Jean Fidler, is head nurse on pediatrics at Davis Hospital in Statesville, Her husband is a C.P.A. and they have four darling girls all with dark-brown hair and blue eyes. Jean is the favorite nurse on ''peds, ' because every afternoon she gives out''Brock candy bars to the children. In my analysis, I think you will agree that the class of 1960 has adjusted well, and all lead normal, healthy lives to make them useful citizens in a progressive nation and an advancing honorable profession. SANDRA KIMBRO Class Prophet 23

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Glass History On September 3, 1957, fourteen young girls from near and far, unaware of the hard task ahead, began arriving at Rowan Memorial Hospital School of Nursing in Salisbury, North Carolina. Entering were: Alice Alexander, Lucy Brown, Dorothy Byrd, Winifred Davis, Sandra Kimbro, Jean Fidler, Dorothy Mason, Marie Phillips, Carolyn Ragsdale, Patti Roberts, Anne Rosser, Wilhelmina Smith, Edith Staley, and Nancy White. The first week consisted of orientation but soon to follow was a heavy schedule of Anatomy, Chemistry, Drugs and Solutions, Sociology, Psychology, Nursing Arts and Nutrition. On September 16, we gained a new member Shirley Tutterow, giving us a total of fifteen. The Freshman Class Officers were: President, Dorothy Byrd; Vice-President, Alice Alexander; Secretary, Jean Fidler; Treasurer, Nancy White; Advisor, Mrs. Grace Lee. Our queens this year were: Dorothy Byrd for Halloween and Jean Fidler for Christmas. Upon returning from Christmas vacation two of our classmates, Lucy Brown and Carolyn Ragsdale, had withdrawn. After nine months of hard study June found us busy in Operating Room, Diet Kitchen, various other departments and summer vacations. At this time we were sorry to loose Anne Rosser. In September, 1958, we became proud Juniors with the presentation of our black corner stripe. Classes were resumed with study of Orthopedics, Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat, and Dermatology, advanced courses in Medical and Surgical Nursing. Junior Class Officers were: President, Winifred Davis; Vice-President, Shirley Tutterow; Secretary, Marie Phillips; Treasurer, Dorothy Mason; Advisor, Geneva Williams. Our queens this year were: Winifred Davis for Halloween and Nell Whitaker tor Christmas. In December we found part of our group packing to leave for affiliations; some for Torrance State Hospital, Pennsylvania, for Psychiatry; others to Memorial Mission Hospital in Asheville, North Carolina, for Pediatrics. At this time we lost another classmember. Wilhelmina Smith. On returning from affiliations we started three long months of Obstetrics. Happy were we on September 3, 1959— Seniors at last! ! Receiving our long black bands made us more aware of our responsibility as future professional nurses. Our officers this year were: President, Marie Phillips; Vice-President, Alice Alexander; Secretary and Treasurer, Edith Staley. Our queens this year were: Shirley Tutterow for Halloween and Dorothy Byrd for Christmas. Without the help of Miss Rachel Suggs, our advisor, we would not have been able to complete our senior year successfully . DOROTHY BYRD WINIFRED DAVIS Historians 22

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School Song Throught the years that we have cherished, And our dreams foretold, The story of our destined future That these portals hold. Angels of mercy always, Striving thus for life, Keeping yet unto our duty Through the fearless night. So we shine in white and beauty, God's servants are we, Dedicated to our nation For eternity. In the halls of R.M.H. Our hearts will always dwell And we'll praise our Alma Mater, In her glorious realm. And through predestination This story thus is so, Of a place called R.M.H. And we love her so. CHORUS Hail Rowan, Oh Hail Rowan, To thee we'll ever be true. Loving, faithful, earnest workers For the golden rule. —Ann Gettys, S.N. Jenny Hufford, S.N.