School of Practical Nursing - White Caps Yearbook (Nassawadox, VA)

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Song: Theme from Mahogany Theme: Do You Know Where You’re Going To? Mascot: Ernie Flower: Blue and white daisies CLASS OFFICERS Christine Lemieux — Treasurer Lynn James — Historian Ginny Parks — Vice President Tara Smith — Secretary Kathy Wallace — President Colors: Blue and white Motto: “Life is like a path of snow, be careful how you tread, as every step will show.” YEARBOOK STAFF Seated left to right: Carol Mears, Layout; Denise Clayton, Co-Editor; Faith Harris, Editor; Cindy Snyder, Ads; Standing left to right: Margaret Price, Business; Jan Lewis,Typist; Susan Bernard, Photographer 8

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Miss J. Clayton Intensive Care Unit Mrs. D. Hickman Recovery Room Mrs. M. Hastings Operating Room Mr. G. Dolmovich Dietary Department E. Rudiger Laundry, Security Housekeeping Mrs. M. Pase Emergency Room Mrs. L. Johnson Medical Records Staff Mrs. M. Castagna Nurse Epidemiologist Mrs. N. Smith Inhalation Therapy Mrs. V. Arnold Assistant to the Administrator Mrs. B. Johnson Mr. A. Clayton Mrs. M. Morgan Mr. T. Rayfield Social Services And Staff Maintenance Director of Volunteers Pharmacy Mrs. C. Arnold X-Ray Mr. C. Alter Laboratory Mr. R. Ovellette Mr. R. Kerns Mrs. D. Killmon Mr. J. Johnson Physical Therapist Controller Purchasing Business Office 7

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Class Song THEME FROM MAHOGANY (Do You Know Where You’re Going To) Do you know where you’re going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? Where are you going to? Do you know? Do you get what you’re hoping for? When you look behind you there’s no open door. What are you hoping for? Do you know? Once we were standing still in time, chasing the fantasies that filled our minds. And you knew how I loved you, but my spirit was free; laughing at the questions that you once asked of me. Do you know where you’re going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? Where are you going to? Do you know? Now looking back at all we planned, we let so many dreams just slip through our hands. Why must we wait so long before we see how sad the answers to those questions can be?