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

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Hirt the (as c ( Ne NADINE JOBE... Myra Mott... CLARA PALMER. ERA CAMPBELL. 15 ....President ... Vice-President .. Secretary ... Lreasurer

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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.

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CHLOTS JANICE BELL GERALEAN BLACKMON Richmond, Va. Four Oaks, N. C. “Sober, quiet, pensive and demure, “Brown hair and laughing eyes, One of those friends of whom you are always A wit that takes you by surprise.” sure.’ U.S. Cadet Corps U.S. Cadet Corps 16