Watts School of Nursing - White Cap Yearbook (Durham, NC)

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“UT Whack E. GoRDON WARREN, JR. JEAN FRANCES MOULTON CLASS OF 748 A good class! A swell class! Keeping working, keep striving, A strong class! And then Fight on and on A united class! A true class! For our working and fighting True til the end! Has made us strong. Fine friendships, good lessons, Be diligent! Be ready! Hard class-work inspired Our profession compels. New hope and new vigor, Don’t tarry! Don’t falter! Determination never tired. A Watts nurse never fails. We’re remembering; we’re betting; It’s a good school! A fine school! We'll never forget And so let it be The joys and the sorrows A passageway of light We shared as Cadets. For others to see. We're going! We’re finishing! We’re parting and then We're graduates! We’re examples! We're trained within! EvIzABETH MITCHELL PEGGy DAMERON Class Poets

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(e lass ply, oty It all started from the sound of a bus horn or some old melody of a song; yes, the beautiful story of the simple little Bell Class is like this: In our first enchanting months, all thirty-three students resided in the huge thirty room Hill Mansion on South Duke Street. In one corner is one student with Anatomy and the bony body, in still another is Microbiology with the bugs, and also, one would find drugs and Pharmacology in some empty space. In the game room, lounging on the pool table would be the typical classroom with one trying to make a bed or practicing some nursing procedure. Suddenly! A big tumble down the forty-four carpet steps, and who should be at the bottom, yes, our two little mascots, always falling over the studious girls and their fifty books. ‘To us, our pre-clinical days were nothing but educational days. After one glorious time spent at this house, we moved to the newly remodeled Wyche House, where civilization really activated. Human roommates and human surroundings—merely nurses. Buzz! Buzz! Yesesomeones hada phone call and off to the one telephone one would struggle, trying to explain the time situation and why we could not remain out later than 10:00 P.M. The capping exercises soon arrived and we were all thrilled and excited. Our freedom expired! Time to move again! This time, being the new Hill House with all the modern conveniences one could expect. Here, we had two telephones to fight over. After the long restful summer ended, we managed to become Juniors. Yes, as in all classes, those little diamond rings began to flash, and what do you know, wedding bells will soon be ringing. Finally, those long awaited Senior days arrived, and we lived through Pyschiatry and P. A. No. II, and all are still present. Our professional and dignified days were at last here! ‘The next big task is our State Boards and are we really going to surprise our- selves? And now, since we have traveled a long way since that first day in Septem- ber, 1945, girls from every little city, town or state, we are ready to lay down our arms and plan our future. We have had to acknowledge that duty comes before pleasure, we have had to study, take criticism, form our friendships, plan our fun and successful socials at our free moments; remembering also, the great dignity that was bestowed upon every student when our white caps were placed upon our heads, and especially, with the black band initiating it. We will always remember, with gratitude and appreciation, the people who have given us the skill of this profession and the knowledge attained by each and everyone. And now, this class of ’48, being the last of the Cadet Corps, wishes to say good-bye and we will take with us the pride and spirit of this profession, which always will live, and remain in every student of this school. Dot DEZERN 12

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“When Jhe enlors Wigs (Gi ip ped se PRE-CLINICAL DAYS It really seems like we’re going away, And we feel there are many things we ought to say, Like ‘‘You were wonderful,” and ‘“‘We’ll really miss you,” But we know there’s a lot yet to do. Now there’s Mrs. Durham, whom we all hold dear, The one who has made every procedure clear. The one who delighted in unexpected tests, Keeping pre-clinicals from getting any rest. She’s our favorite, cause we knew her best, She put up with us when we were beginning Pests, She taught us from the very start, That’s why she holds first place in every heart. She’s given us something that will forever stay, Though from the profession some may stray, She’s set an example of noble womanhood: She’s helped us as only Mrs. Durham could. And there’s Miss Farmer—remember bandaging class, That spiral reverse—I thought I'd never pass. And though she showed us how it should be done, I was all messed up again as soon as I’d begun. 14 Every little turn must be at a certain place, Making a mistake was a sure disgrace, So we worked hard and tried to please, So we could get A’s instead of D’s. I hope she continues to wear that smile, But I’m afraid that in a while It'll have good reason to go away For you see—we get “‘Experience Records”’ today. And when thoughts of History come to mind, The image of Mrs. Warren won’t be far behind; I guess no school could be complete ; Without taking students back to 500 B.C. How that teacher loved class reports, That took us through slums and juvenile courts, Before class she’d take a minute to fuss— Guess she wonders if any good will come of us. But here we are; the night before capping; Every girl’s knees are simply rapping, And if I can live through the coming day, I'll strive to follow their teachings in every way.