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

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I, Kathleen Cooper, do will my page-boy hair-do to Ruth Hollingsworth and my apple-polishing personality to Geneva Derden. I, Peggy Dameron, do bequeath my ability to edit THE Wuite Cap to Sarah Collier and Juanita Lee. My new horn-rimmed glasses I must keep for myself. I, Dorothy Dezern, do will my ability to get along on Ward D to Vernelle Cameron. I, Helen Durham, do give my athletic aptitudes to Pearl Garrison. I, Bobby Garner, do bequeath my will power to evade calories to Joyce McRae. I, Victoria Hatch, do leave all my ‘“‘Enthusiam” to Dorothy Sumrell. I, Nadine Jobe, do will my beautiful red hair and blushing face to Mary Nichols. I, Evelyn Livengood, do leave my love for entertaining dutch style to Josephine Scoggins. I, Maxine Liverman, do bequeath all my poise and charm to Mary Vestal. I, Betty McNeill, do leave to Mary Anderson my capacity for speed and my nick- name ‘“‘Pee Wee” in hopes that I might forever leave the latter behind. I, Elizabeth Mitchell, do bequeath my dancing ability to June King. I, Ruth Massengill, do will my professional attitude to Mildred Woods. I, Myra Mott, do leave my witticism and go to—attitude to Frances Rhodes. I, Caroline Myers, do bequeath my slowness to Josephine Branch. My wrinkled hose I will keep for myself. I, Clara Palmer, do will my big mouth to Pete Hunter. I, Marie Smith, do bequeath to Virginia Burns my never-ending love for men. I, Wilma Wade, do bequeath my ability to argue with Mrs. Warren to Faye Covington, and my excellent grades I will give to anyone who needs them. I, Ossie Wilson, do leave my sweater girl form to Willie Drummond. Article IV We do hereby appoint and instruct Mrs. Eva Warren and Mr. John Moulton as sole Executors for this our Last Will and Testament, to carry out the same; their decision as to any matter being final. ErA MAE CAMPBELL and WILMA WADE, T estators. 29

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DORE IVAD cxdl —dethernack We, the Senior Class of 1948 of the Watts Hospital School of Nursing, Durham, North Carolina, being of sound mind and good character and knowing the vicissi- tudes of fortune and the certainty of our early departure from the regions of per- petual turmoil, do hereby make and declare this to be our Last Will and ‘Testament. The following persons we do declare to be the lawful and rightful heirs to the valuable property of which we have to dispose. Article I Section I: To Mrs. Bessie Perry Burgess, we express our appreciation for the many interests she has shown in us in every way. Section II: To Mrs. Eva Warren, we give our thanks for her untiring efforts to make us better all-round nurses. Section III: To Miss Ruby Bailey, we leave our love and gratitude for the wonder- ful patience she has shown and the help she has so cheerfully given us. Section IV: To the remaining members of the Educational Department and to the entire Watts Hospital Staff, we bestow our appreciation for their numerous attempts to give us a better education. Article II Section I: To the Branch Class, our incoming seniors, we bequeath our dignity to be used by them in the same unexampled manner in which we displayed it on all occasions. Section II: ‘To the Anderson Class, our ‘“‘Little Sisters,’ we express our sincere hopes that their dreams will come true and that ‘The Advantages of Nursing as a Career”? will be realized. Articles! Ll I, Janice Bell, do bequeath my intense love for hoop skirts to Pat Misner. I, Geralean Blackmon, do bequeath my Three Oaks and a Stump drawl to Sarah Dallas. I, Rachel Bland, do bequeath my title ‘‘Miss Watts Hospital’? to Willie Drum- mond. My never-ending patter of speech goes to Betty Kelly. I, Era Mae Campbell, do bequeath my title of ‘‘Flossie’? to Laverne Hackney. My love for Public Health, I wish to share with Martha Cooper. 28

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(Giese Prophecy Rush! Rush! Rush! Clang! Clang! Clang! It’s the same old N. Y.! How glad I’d be to see something from the South just once more! This I was thinking as looked up and saw the greatest surprise of my life. ‘Victoria Hatch starring in Found Week-end.”’ Victoria Hatch, I said to myself. It’s been 20 years since I’ve seen that name. She must be the same girl that was in training with me at Watts. I found my way to the stage door entrance and there I pleaded with the door-keeper to let me in when out walked Victoria. A fat, short, stocky lady with the same big brown sparkling eyes, whose hair was turning a little gray around the edges; yet one could tell at a glance it was the same Victoria. ‘Hello, Vickie,’ I shouted and at that exact moment she turned and I could tell from all facial expressions I had been recognized. “Well, well, if it isn’t my old friend, Nadine Jobe! What brings you to this part of the country? It has certainly been a long time since I last saw you. Come go back stage with me and let’s chat while I get ready for my next show.” We entered the dressing room and at once the conversation was going at full speed. ‘Tell me, Nadine, what have you been doing for the past 20 years, and what are you doing here in New York? “Well, my husband, Al, you remember, is now teaching religious education at Columbia University, so this has been my home for the past five years. We have five boys and one girl. ‘Now tell me, Victoria, what have you been doing for the past twenty years?” “Well, Nadine, after graduation, I felt that I had had my share of nursing, so de- cided to start out in vaudeville. It was a long and hard struggle from one town to another, and finally I landed on Br oadway. Ive been on Broadway for the past two years and as I am getting older, I plan to resign in the fall and return to Ayden to go into the grocery business with my sister.” “Tell me, Victoria, do you ever hear from any of our classmates?” “Yes, in my travels I have run across many of them. Just last week, I saw Janice Bell in Virginia, married with twelve children. She and her husband and the other dozen are running an old southern plantation, raising corn and cotton. ‘“Geralean Blackmon, the girl from Four Oaks is now doing general duty nursing in Dunn. She finally married the boy to whom she was engaged. Rachel Bland is still living in Durham. She and Carl recently moved to Forest Hills with their two children. “Era Mae Campbell, when last seen, was nailing a sign on a door, ‘Quarantine! Measles!’ She’s still doing Public Health nursing. “Kathleen Cooper is living in her home-town, Petersburg, Virginia, working in the Petersburg General Hospital Nursery. Kids seem to understand her better. “Peggy Dameron, after nursing for several years, finally studied journalism and is now editor of the Burlington Times. She acquired the desire for journalism whil. editor of THE WHITE Cap. “Dot Dezern, when last heard of, was head nurse of Pediatrics at Watts Hospital. She could never leave her Durham boy-friends. “Helen Durham was recently in New York representing North Carolina in the 30°