Simmons College - Microcosm Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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As a very naive freshman, I, Nellie Nightingale, had no doubts about my future. I didn't want mink, I didn't want sable. All I wanted was a crisp whit-e uniform, a White Dutch-style cap, a tiny blue and gold pin, and a chance to be a noble woman. So in due time, I enrolled in the School of Nursing. The five year plan at Simmons, I thought, would give me the liberal arts subjects that I wanted and felt were necessary to round out my professional training. It was in my freshman year that I first came in con- tact with evolution, classification, and the physical characteristics of that complicated mechanism . . . A White Ca my very own rat. And then, of course, I also had those liberal arts courses that I thought were neces- sary to round out my professional training . . . Rats, Lice and History . . . weekly themes, Social Studies. Then came hour upon hour spent in the chemistry, bacteriology, anatomy, and physics laboratories where I learned about the physical and emotional characteristics of another very complicated organism . . . the human being. Never, oh never, will I ever forget the adventures I had in Foods and Nutrition whipping up such delicacies as a splendid watercress salad. Sophomore year was broadening indeed. Mr. Stearns and Physics . . . Dr. Harley and Child Development . . . Mr. Johnson and Introduction to Sociology . . . Physiology . . . Physiology . . . and more Physiology. Eight weeks at Evans . . -. daily trips to the Massachusetts General Hospital . . . principles and practices of nursing and pharmacology . . . a lesson in applied psychology . . . trying to convince a patient to swallow a nasty tasting medicine. With junior year came constant trips to the Health Office for injections galore. I became immune to P. Ryan and A. Schaefer see that things get done in the Nursing Lab. Mr. Ricloarrlson raises the ques- tion of evolution. E281

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md ross ndexing pcncilsAprofessionals at last! Qui viva? Stencils became the password . . . A gold medal to Mrs. Prout for action above and beyond the call of duty. Man of the hour . . . I-I. XV. Wilson. I learned the tricks of the trade. NVhen asked for a copy of Plato's Rcflzibliv, I no longer asked, K'XVho Wrote it? I became groomed for my ever-demanding public . . . approachable . . . imaginative . . . poised. I learned to resist temptation . . . never, oh, never would I tell a patron to go to the Dickens Qsectionj. Cataloging . . . What would be the author entry for a thrice married woman who wrote ten books under her maiden name, hfteen under the name of her second husband, and was planning to get Pilgri1zz'x Progress? Visits . . . so that's where the books are in BPL . . . a rose to Winchester for realizing that librarians are people who also like to eat . . . And remember when 1280-oops, 020- was revived? New cure for insomnia . . . counting library pamphlets instead of sheep. Worst penalty for violating the honor code . . . Writing ALA one hundred times. Remember analyzing the community? I remember, I remember so many things that make me want to wish the staff and my fellow students a life of helth, welrh, and jolity . . . a la Dui. married again? Classification . . . now we go beyond the title page. Does Grounds for living go with books on divorce courts or landscape gardening? Reference . . . where, oh, where is Christ of the Andes? . . . did the King of Siam actually send President Lincoln that gift of elephants? Book selection . . . will it be F0rc'z'cr Amber or Trade lists and CBI's are ligbt reading for S. Adams, I. Stein. Miss L601ltl1'd,S diligent disciples bard at work. I27I

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mba! of Service everything from the measles to the Bubonic plague. Things I shall never forget . . . my first experience on night duty . . . my first operation . . . the nervous tremors I had when I went on the wards for the first time . . . learning how to rest any time, any- where, on any kind of bed . . . learning how to get dressed, eat, and be on duty within a ten minute period . . . my very first encounter with that greatest wonder of Nature . . . birth at the Boston Lying-In. With all that behind me, I feel quite well-prepared for my future as a career girl in the nursing pro- fession. But have I got my crisp white uniform? Have I got my Dutch-style cap? Have I got my tiny blue pin? No. And not only that, but I haven't even got a mink or a sable. I still have one year ahead of me . . . a year that I know will be filled with practical experience at hospitals in the Boston area as well as in the field of Public Health. And then that wonderful five year plan at Simmons will really be over. There will be no more classes at Simmons, but everything I learned and all the experience I gained through the School of Nursing will never be forgotten. 29 wmv-:mu Evangeline H. Morris, Director of Scbool of Nursing Mrs. Morris has no difficulty balding the attention of ber gradzmte nurses. I