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

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The Last Wil aud “ estameut STATE: NORTH CAROLINA City: DURHAM County: Durham ARTICLE I We, the graduating class of 1954 of aforesaid State, County and City, being of sound bodies and still searching deligently for our minds, after due consideration do proclaim this to be our last will and testament. ARTICLE II To the instructors, supervisors and administrators of The Watts Hospital we leave our apprecia- tion for your kindness and helpfulness through these past three years. To the staff doctors and interns, we will never forget you and all you put up with on the wards. You’ll always be remembered by each of us. To the house mothers we leave, we know it will be a quieter nurse’s home, now. ARTICLE Mt To the Freshmen Class, with failing strength, we present our bodies, bent from lifting patients for three years, our trembling hands, loose teeth, baggy eyes, lined foreheads and love of work- ing night duty, we hope this will serve as a warning. ARTIC Hah To the Junior Class we leave our affiliation at Dix Hill with three months of free nights. Have fun, we did! ! ! ! ! Certain individual bequeaths are: I, Burnita Adams, wish I could leave my car for trips to Carolina but, I will be needing it. I, Doris Cameron, leave my love for one man to Ann Adams. Don’t worry, Ann, it will all come out in the wash. I, Eugenia Cole, leave my Charles Atlas book to “Granny”? Simmons. Who knows? ? ? “Granny” may develop muscles! ! ! I, Belle Crabtree, leave my ability to get along with head nurses to Gayle Pickett, maybe next year she will be more successful. I, Sister Henrietta Fishel, leave my love for cigarettes, yellow convertibles, and Carolina to anyone wanting excitement. I, Betty Franklin, leave my ‘‘Secret Loves’’ to the entire student body, there should be enough Oe Gull I, Malda Gray, would like to leave my thanks to the Washington Duke Hotel for a WONDERFUL week end at Duke’s Shoe and Slipper dance. Pearl Happer, ‘“‘Winnie’’ Warren, and Billie McClure, leave their many parties at the Blue Cellar, and Duke’s Basketball team to the Freshmen. Remember us when you hear “From the Vine Came the Grape!” (ALL YOU SISTERS BE THERE.) Barbara McCurry leaves her collection of “Frat’’ pins, diamonds and boys with convertibles to Emily Durham hoping she will nail one for Keeps. I, Alyce Morse, leave my hospital policy to Watts Hospital in hopes that it will pay my many hospital bills. Betsy Rooker and Betsy Wade leave their good off duty on Ward D to any graduate nurse, who wants every week end Off. Hulda Hawkins leaves her muddy raincoats, worn-out boots, and broken unbrella to Jean Butler. She’ll need them at Dix Hill. I, Martha Wrenn, leave my long sleeve, baby-blue, cashmere sweater to Howard at Carolina, since Jerry at Duke has promised me a new one. Frances Keasler leaves her plus 30 BMR, hypertension and continuous laughing to Alice Tingen. They’ll all make you lose weight! ! ! Betty Jo Pickard and Lib Johnson leave—MARRIED? ? ? ? I, Mary Sue Sizemore, leave my ability to occupy the front seat in any car to those who have the nack of securing it. ‘J I, Bobbie Ann Holt, leave my deep admiration for “long pants” to any one finding males in hem. I, Val Goddard, would like to leave my natural curly hair to Betty Giles, but I know that “Giles” would bleach it or put a permanent in it. I, Lib Stephenson, leave with my diamond and Richard ... (sorry, Woody). To Joan Reinhardt, Frances Harper leaves her deep respect for hillbilly music, be-bop, and Clyde Kelly’s “‘red angel.” I, Geraldine McCray, leave my age of innocence, even after Doctor Adkins’ lectures, to De- lores Hicks. I, Jeannette Hayes, leave Florence Nightingale for a “Sairy Gamp.”’ I, Carolyn Malpass, leave my loves in Mebane, Durham, and Korea to Sylvia Winstead, since I will be out herding cattle. I, Edna Hardin, leave my ability to act, as well as talk, like the rest of the Senior Class to any- one who transfers. I, Ethel Smith, leave my path of true love to anyone who has lost her way. Louise Robinson leaves her love for night duty to Frances Young. Eva Jean Hill and Leona Bryant leave—hoping never to return. Pe anendal Watkins, leave my love for State College and Raleigh to Estelle Ray, hoping she'll keep the ball rolling. Last, but not least, Frances Keasler and Billie Pittard leave our places as co-editors of the WHITE Cap to anyone who is fool enough to take them. peas signed, sealed, and delivered the first day of June, one thousand nine hundred and y-four. : PEARL HapPER, Testator. Witnesses: BuRNITA ADAMS and FRANCES KEASLER.

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Prophecy Through the years, yes, it has been years. I can hardly realize it. It seems only yesterday I saw that first blue and white uniform. Oh, what wonderful years! Can’t look back now, though. What’s past can not be relived, but the future is ours to do as we see fit. The future, the future, my head is beginning to spin. Who is that trying to hold that mask over my face? Jeannette Hayes, take it away. I can’t breathe. Ill go to sleep, Jeannette, I feel much better now. Dream area iia Is that Boochie Adams scrubbing up? And Val is setting up the tables—same as always together. Gee, this is fun! To have the people you know around you when you need them. ... Jeannette as my anesthetist, Boochie and Val as my nurses. Deep, deep, deeper. ... Hi, Mrs. Andy Harrington (Doris Cameron), that boy said he would have twins—just look at them now. I knew that was the way that it would be. Strolling along down the street are Mrs. Jimmy Riley (Geraldine McCray), Mrs. Benny Durham (Betsy Rooker), Mrs. Bill Oldham (Elizabeth Johnson), who are as happy as larks working at dear old Watts and managing their homes and their families. As we stopped to chat, I asked about some of our other classmates, and they told me that Mrs. Jack Rigsbee (Betty Jo Pickard), is in England with her husband who is making his career in the Army. Carolyn Malpass and Bobbie Ann Holt are working at the Veterans Hospital and love it. They are still single and are having a wonderful time. Elizabeth Stephenson got her man. She and her Richard are living in Tennessee and have a beautiful ranch-style house, which, by the way, is on the latest Home Journal magazine cover. Suzie Sizemore did just as she said she would and now is putting her Pediatric post- graduate course to use in caring for her five kids. And guess who is superintendent at Watts now?—Eugenia Cole. She didn’t surprise us, did she? We knew she would go far in the nursing world. Henrietta Fishel is working at Memorial Hospital in Chapel Hill, working her Cecil through college. Malda Gray is working at Duke Hospital waiting for Herb to finish his internship. What about those gals who kept Duke Basketball reputation on top? Winnie Warren is flying with T.W.A. and loves every minute of it. She has every pilot going in a spin. Belle Crabtree, Betty Franklin, Frances Harper, Billy McClure, Alyce Morse, Ruth Watkins, and Martha Wrenn are scattered all over the globe. They decided to split up, so they have the Army, Navy, Marine Corps, and the Air Force in command now. Yippee, what gals! ! ! “Billy” Pittard got her man, Don. You know she just recently became superintendent. of High Point Hospital. She will be a wonderful one, I’m sure. Frances Keasler is an anesthetist in Charleston, S. C., she’s happy—near the beach. And there’s Barbara McCurry, she’s married, of course, to a doctor, no less. Pearl Happer and Hulda Hawkins are next-door neighbors living in Golds- boro. Both are married and very happy. What became of the five girls from Kinston Memorial Hospital who joined our class as seniors? Louise Robinson is working at Camp Lejeune Hospital as head nurse of one of the Obstetrical wards. Ethel Smith, who is now Mrs. Julian Hamilton, Jr., is working at Morehead City Hospital. Leona Bryant, now Mrs. C. E. Smith, is enjoying married life and raising a family. Eve Jean Hill, Mrs. Vance Seawell, Jr., has a position as office nurse of a nearby young doctor. Watch out, Vance! Edna Harden is head nurse at Lenoir Memorial in Kinston. She is still looking into the old crystal ball often for something exciting. My head is spinning again. Things look woozy. Stop it! Why are you slapping me, Jeannette? Look? Look at what? Oh, it?s a baby, a baby boy! You mean he is really mine? How wonderful! Yes, I got my man, too, five years ago. What an unforgetable dream with a wonderful reward. Betsy WADE. 19

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Seutor Superlatives Winifred Warren Most Attractive Pearl Happer Most Popular 21