Simmons College - Microcosm Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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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

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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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Hd1'1'iS01l L. Harley, Director of School of Preprofessional Studies Mr. Hunter helps a student with Russian History. Liheml rts I, Priscilla Prepro, was confused four years ago when I entered Simmons. Fashion did not fascinate me . . . picas and points interested me only from afar . . . The mere odor of a science lab turned me green . . . I couldn,t even boil water successfully . . . libraries depressed me . . . I felt faint at the sight of a hypo. What was I to do in this mecca of worldly females, all of whom seemed to know just where they were going and were getting there as fast as possible? By the end of freshman year I realized many things . . . I liked to work with people . . . I wanted to go to graduate school-what's four years of college? . . . I craved pure, unadulterated culture. The phrase I don't know what I came for, but I'm, oh, so glad I'm here, no longer applied to me. I knew I was going into the School of Preprofessional Studies. But what was I going into Prepro for? It' was time to be specific. Library service? Social work? Medical science and its allied fields? The answer was social work. QI had always been interested in social activities-dances and teas and parties.j And so I began my sophomore year with an eye to the future. Economics . . . Mr. Silk . . . butter and guns . . . Malthus. American civilization . . . I30l