Williamsport Hospital School of Nursing - Oak Yearbook (Williamsport, PA)

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An evening with Mrs. Sutliff and family. Always a Charmer! ! St. Luke ' s finest. Checking on her kids ' as usual. Don ' t worry, Mrs. Sutliff ; Andrews AFB ' will get over it ! ?? !

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CO-DEDICATION MRS. ROSEMARY SUTLIFF R.N. St. Lukes and Children Hospital Lycoming College ;.s. Behind every great man, there is a woman; and behind the Class of 1970 there has been one outstanding individual, Mrs. Rosemary Sutliff , class advisor and instructor. Not only did she guide us toward becoming more tolerant and understanding human beings, but she inspired all of us toward the ideals of the nursing profession. Mrs. Sutliff has been one of many people to our class. She has been an instructor that has had faith in our capabilities. Although our professional training is over at the Williamsport Hospital School of Nursing, Mrs. Sutliff has shown us a way of living -- to reach out for life making every moment count. Because of this, she has shown us that life is just beginning. We co-dedicate this yearbook, THE 1970 OAK, to Mrs. Rosemary Sutliff in appreciation for all the many, many things she taught us. With love, The Class of 1970

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1 schools ledical Three fold the flight of time from first to last; Arrow swift the present swecpeth; Deliberate slow the future creepeth; And, motionless forever stands the past. Anon Death, as it must come to all men, came to Dr. John R. Sabol on Sunday morning, July 27, 1969, ter- minating a busy career and a bright future, with a swift, steady and engulfing malignancy. From the day one year ago when he learned of his impending doom, his course was a magnificent and valiant retreat from the relentless ravages of four operations, debilitating disease, decline and final demise. Thereby hangs a tale. Born May 29, 1929, in Port Carbon, Pennsylvania, a suburb of Pottsville, he attended the loca and successively graduated Pottsville High School, Dickinson college, and qualified at Jefferson M College with the class of 1957. He served his internship, and held a residency in Orthopaedics at the Geisinger Medical Center, Danville. Two years he spent in Philadelphia, at the Graduate Hospital and the Childrens Hospital as part of the program. He became a Board Certified Orthopaedic Surgeon in 1965 and a member of the American Academy of Orthopaedic Surgery in 1967. He began his practice with us in Williamsport in the summer of 1962. This foregoing is known as a CURRICULUM VITAE, an account of what a man has done. It does not tell you how he did it. In the long road to a vocation in medicine no one ever vouchsafed him a nickel. He received no grants, financial aid, or anything prepared or prepackaged and slipped to him on a platter. By dint of frugal saving, and steady work, he climbed up the hard way through a series of jobs, some of which were quite menial. He alternately was a busboy, a shoestore clerk, a surveyors devil holding the upright stick through the hot summer. He worked as a part time mailman, a laborer with a construction gang, a drugstore clerk and a Hospital orderly, etc. This man really wanted to be a Doctor. I meditate no flowery panegyric on John, nor does he need any encomiums heaped upon his head. In our association over the past seven years it became pristine clear that here was a quiet, diligent professional gentleman, utterly reliable, and possessed of excellent clinical judgement and a good pair of hands. His many patients will attest to this. He had a real tenacity in his work and could never abide the status of pretty good ; it had to be the best. But this was, as I learned, only one-ninth of the ice berg showing, the other eight -ninths I was to discover through the years. He had, in addition, a warm gentleness and an indomi- able courage. He was a soft spoken man devoid of any bombast or belligerency. Who among us has ever heard him utter a profane word? or assail someones character? or rant in temper tantrums? With all bis serious mien and cryptic speech, he had beneath, a delightful sense of humor. One day enroute from the Wellsboro Clinic to the Coudersport Clinic he was traveling ajong Highway 6 with the Brace - maker beside him. He was stopped by a State Trooper to be informed that there was a dangerous detour and construction ahead. Just before he drove off, and with an absolutely deadpan face, he informed the Trooper that he thought the car following down the road a half mile was a stolen one and should be investigated. That car, of course, carried the Pediatrician and the Shoemaker and the Physical Therapist. It was weeks before they discovered why they were interrogated, searched and delayed by the State Trooper. There is a beautiful legend told about Roman days, called THE MOTHER OF THE GRACCHI. It appears that when the vandals laid seige to Rome and its environs, a band of these brigands appeared at the Villa of i Patrician lady demanding her treasures and jewels, or suffer the dire choice of impalement by a spear. She stared those thugs down and disappeared momentarily, to come back with her two fine sons, and in presenting them said, These are my jewels. Change the sexes and you have a picture of Jolin Sabol, who lived for his wo rk, his family and especially his two young beautiful daughters with those dark flashing eyes. The single poignant and devasting thing that made him disconaloate was the realization, not that he would die young, but rather, that he would never see those two daughters grow up. He delighted in telling stories about them, and this one, I particularly relish. It seems that one Halloween the trick and treat gang of ragamuffins would regularly appear and ring the doorbell and Jolm would dispense lollipops, pennies and other