College of Osteopathic Physicians and Surgeons - Cortex Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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But Ed, this isn ' t getting me any place. Why, if I ' d write up each student in the classes I ' d never get thru, hley listen, do you know anything the Seniors have done this year? Gosh Bill, they ' re so quiet and sedate this year I hardly know they are around. I see a few of them come and go from the Maternity clinic once in a while. Guess they come up for air And maybe to look up a few more Spanish words. I ' m telling you they re working this year. Did you see them when we went to autopsy the other day? Do you suppose they really make a blood count in fifteen minutes ' I don ' t know, but I ' m telling you they look professional. And did you notice their white gowns are actually clean! Sure enough, that ' s why I didn ' t recognize hHowie the other day. Well I II be .... Speaking of dirt — when little Emma was on City Mat. the baby came too soon so they didn ' t bother to put on gloves. Then they found the mother had a 4 ) and you should have seen the burn Emma got on her arms trying to disinfect them. ' I was down at the clinic the other day. And were they o noisy busy crowd. Not bad looking at that. Did you ever expect to see hieydenreich look so pro- fessional ' ? ' And Plasterer — boy, I had to look twice! I ' ve got it! You ought to put in a piece about the Senior qualifying exams. It would scare some of those Frosh and Sophs who go sailing around here v ith that confident air. No fooling, some of them surely looked as if the end had come. I d like to know where they got the notes they were studying between exams. And did Carl ' s ever sell coffee ' i ' And did Grace ever sell cigarettes? The best port was the yells they let out on Friday. Well I guess that time ' s coming to us some day. Did you hear about the slick dinner the county association gave the Seniors at the May meeting. It was a grand affair with a dance afterward. I heard they had a pretty good lime. FHow s about G few side lights on the notable Juniors? I don t see much of them any more. They ' re down at the clinic every afternoon. I know so little about them it seems. For Pete s soke tell me something that I can write up. P.ige Thirly-lhree

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Anyone we know? Ah! Walter Vincent Goodfellow, Ail great scientists are dying and I don ' t feel well myself. And look at this one. Frederick Julius Peterson, It will take a century to produce such another ' . Boy, did they razz ' em in the good old days. ' Hey, wait a minute, here ' s a fellow named Winfield Preston Goff — spose he ' s any relation to Jeff? And look at the bottom of the page, a facsimilie of his warning to a classmate — ' You are an old butinsky. It ' s none of your biz how many girls I have, Sheihe is mine and you better fight shy or I ' ll be in your hair ' . And what hair to get into — these flowing mustaches, and some even had beards. But Ed, this annual is from Des Moines. How about some from Los Angeles? Yah, here ' s one from 1909. Here ' s a history of the June class. The writer says that the words here published for the first time were sent to the historian by each member of the class upon request for information concerning himself or herself. I ' ll bet they sent in this stuff! Here ' s one from Dr. Harriet Connor — she teaches Gyn now. Listen to this. ' Dear Historian: I like to live in the country but I don ' t like to get up so early. I am a charter member of my class and the sweetest little girl at L. A. C. O. So there . Ha! Ha! How I ' d like to have been there then. See this, they only had three years of school then. See they don t coll them- selves Seniors, Juniors, etc. They ' re the class of ' 09, ' 10, and ' 11. Let ' s see this January class of 1910. They ' d be in their second year in school. No, here it tells — Blessed three year course, which makes possible the leap over the much-abused Sophomore state to that of Junior. Ah Bill, ' second class picnic, this time at Long Beach. That was the sole class society event of the term. Oh but Ed, look here — the height of class activity! The Christmas holiday season. Among the festivities, which helped to make it remembered, was Mr. Pinnea ' s taffy-pull. The many who participated considered it a jolly informal party. From all appearances, however, they might have been judged a stuck-up crov d as they betook themselves homeward . ' Imagine our class having a taffy pull! Here ' s a 1911 one, Ed. How about looking thru it? Look at this: ' Andrews bequeaths to Sprague his kicks, with the hope that he may use them to better purpose than his own ' . Pjgt ' Thirty-two

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Well they had a skit in the hli-Jinks, Ch, I know — The Junior Prom ' . And was that a donee? At the Beverly hHills Women ' s Club. I ' m telling you I never sow better formal. A lot of the faculty and alumni turned out for it too. And a good time was had by all I suppose. Well is that all for the Juniors? 1 can ' t think of anything else. I guess the main thing is that they ore working hard. They are giving real treatments at the clinic — at least we hope they ' re real. (So do they.) Why the Juniors were in sports, Bill. They won the baseball Championship It ' s a good thing you thought of that. FHow about the rest of the baseball season ' ; ' Well, not so good. The Sophs had a swell ' team. Lost every gome. But you should have seen them beat the Sub Frosh in basketball. By the way did you ever watch basketball practice out in the parking lot? Yah, I saw the perfect form for a free throw — Fifi in person. (You can imagine that.) She ' s plenty good at tennis though. I saw her beat Mickey Valentine. Then she and Ray Whalley played Ann Rumsey and Fred FHorner. Some team! Say did you go to the Soph dance? Finally turned out to be semi-formrl. Guess the Frosh murdered their idea of a brawl. And we don ' t want to forget that the mighty Sophs are having technique now. Are they on their way! Not a bad year at that. They monaged to hove quite a few class meetings during physiology lecture — along with what-nots and alright now, we got a lot to cover ' . Remember those Yah buts in Materia Med.? ■ Another thing, HIattie ' s letter to the Soph Class. And was it good Never more can I read of wells of natural gas and keep a straight face. and forever more I shall respect the bureau of water and power — the water but not the power . hlow about the Frosh. Did you notice the pale faces when they started dissec- tion? I never sav such a class. But now they too, hold a sandwich in one hand and dissect with the other. Did you see the Frosh-Sub Frosh tie up? The Frosh won as usual in a most unusual way. The surprise attack from the Sub-Frosh made it a gold medal day alright. P.ig, rhiilyl ' iii