St Lukes Hospital School of Nursing - Blu Chambray Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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CI don't know what heaven would W Z ' f do without himj. I'-7,7 I . That was Lynn Marshall, St. A l' 1 I I Lx Q, Peter said, she is undoubtedly the p mi 4 YW X worst woman driver in heaven. In M X I t fact, it's easy to see how she got I here. I. We were walking along, St. 1- A10 Peter and I, when suddenly a young I' woman with streaming blond hair rushed up and practically knocked NN us down. 57 Where did they go, she asked, where did those five men go ? Then I think she recognized me, because she calmed herself and extended a jeweled hand. QI have never seen such rings-rubies, pearls, diamonds and sapphires., Hello, Charm, I said, my but you look lovely. Your hair is the color of gold. just then I saw f1ve men turn down the side street so I did not get a chance to say good-bye. Miss Ncall has the finest beauty salon in heaven, St. Peter said, you should go there sometime. The next house was Hawaiian in design, and on the porch sat a girl basking in a sun suit. I was very surprised to recognize my classmate, Alice Oka. She asked me to tea and I thanked her and told her moving all rny things from earth to heaven was a tedious job but I would be delighted to drop in another day. By the way, St. Peter, said I, I've seen most of my fellow student nurses, but there are a few I haven't seen. For instance, Where is Florence Nielson? I liked to work with her, she was lots of fun. Florence, said St. Peter, is superintendent of nurses at St. Luke's Hospital in San Francisco. She is well liked by all her coordinates although the students feel that her insomnia is a little difhcult on them. I laughed and laughed. I could just see Flo patrolling the halls of the nurses' home in the wee hours of the night. And Where is Nellie Dol, St. Peter? Nellie is a captain in the army nurse corps. She is entitled to a pension very soon now. What is jean Laughlin doing? Jeans husband is superintendent of Stanford Hos- pital. Of course that keeps Jean busy entertaining and planning. Oh !-and Louise Philbrick and Lois Azevedo-what are they doing? 61. They have founded a welfare home for crippled ' children. You will probably be able to renew your acquaint- anceship with Lois before long because she tried to play 21

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. This is not for youf' he said, and led me down 1 the street. There was something peculiar about the Q 9 houses. Although they were large and beautiful at the ' beginning of the street, they gradually decreased in size A until they were little more than shacks. The houses were assigned according to s iritual wealth. About the third , W me P View tw f: Q i' -. house down, I stopped and asked St. Peter to whom it 1- belonged. QL, A V 3 That home belongs to La Vonne Richardsonf' I'-vi iiffla .it , t I screamed, then confidentially, I whispered, To F A I Q 5 5 , . Ritchie? Tell me, St. Peter, which one did she marry? U ' X St. Peter raised his eyebrows and said, Miss Rich- Q ardson had no time for that sort of thing. She founded many hospitals in China following the war of 1941. We resumed our stroll and came to a very pretty vine-covered home with many children playing on the front porch and climbing beautiful trees loaded with oranges the size of water- melons. I didn't know you had orphanages in heaven, St. Peter? He glared at me and said, That is the home of Mrs. Richard Stephen. She came into a great fortune in 1962 when she won the family contest sponsored by john D. Rockefeller IV. Crow baby! She was one of my dearest friends on earth. Maybe she'll board me if my house is too far down the street. We walked farther down the avenue when suddenly two pretty girls came up and wel- comed me. They were Adda Barker and Virginia Kannely. I was so happy to see them that I think I kissed them. They told me they were living in the navy officers' quarters. Virginia's husband was a navy captain and of coursel remembered Bob and was glad to learn he became an admiral in the war of 62. Those girls, said St. Peter, are two of the nicest girls in heaven. They might be a good influence on you. As St. Peter and I resumed our walk, a young man stepped up and asked me to buy a paper. Gosh, he was cute, so I batted my eyelashes at him and bought two. I glanced down and was amazed to find that the - paper was edited by none other than Gladys Switzer. Poor i Switz, I remember the time she had with the Blu Chambray. I hope that this is easier. Miss Switzer is a very talented young lady, said St. Peter. Farther down the street I saw a young woman drying her ' hair. It was so beautiful, curly and red, somehow it reminded . me of someone. Why, of course, it belonged to none other than Rhoda Hopper. Hi, Hop! I yelled, and St. Peter asked me to be more quiet. Suddenly, a car whizzed by and I pushed St. Peter aside ' pf- f VPN lkf J .0 o s , Q I

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jump rope with some of the children the other day and fell down, we've even fixed a house for her. Tell me, St. Peter, what ever happened to my two chums Barbara Turney and Connie Hurlock ? Barbara has a cattle ranch in Tulare County. She breeds horses and is very happy with her fifth, or is it her sixth husband, I can't keep track off hand ? Connie went to Hollywood shortly after she was graduated and starred as a model nurse in Dr, Kildare's Wedding Night. I'll bet she didn't carry bedpans, St. Peter, said I, and was immediately sorry for he took me firmly by my arm and dragged me onward. 'So this is heaven. All my friends and everything, I was so happy I just threw my arms around St. Peter's neck, leaned my head on his shoulder and bawledg yes, I positively bawled. St. Peter seemed embarrassed at my lack of poise and unlocked my arms from around his neck. He offered me his handkerchief and asked me to pull myself together. I wiped my tears away, and St. Peter and I continued our walk. The houses were getting smaller and smaller and I had a feeling that St. Peter was going to set me up in a tent. TENT WO- ll -1-vnu-in ci: . , gg v ---FIBFYQ