Drexel University College of Medicine - Hahnemann Medic Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

of m e d i c i n e . . . we cflme . . . From 77 colleges and 13 states we arrived at the steps of Hahnemann. Whether journeys of hours or days, our destination was a common one. A life-long dream was unfolding in reality. On a torrid Monday evening we listened eagerly to the message from the administration. " We were a chosen few . . . devoted to life ' s most difficult study . . . many would fall by the wayside . . . become a slave to your books . . . meet your obligations . . . glorious achievement is yours . . . position, place, and honor await. " UJC SflUI . . . For three years we sat under the discipline of medicine itself. No other hand could have held more firmly. Far into the night we meditated over formulas; bewildered, we tried to comprehend the autonomic nervous system; and with the oil burning low, we assured ourselves that pathology had us doomed. Suddenly we awakened only to find ourselves out of the classroom and into the clinics where we met the sick, and treated them in our own inimitable ways. We witnessed surgical technique at its finest. We saw life brought into the world, and watched death tighten its grim fingers around some ill-fated soul. So ended our stay. UJC COnQUCRED Over the horizon they came, like a swarm of Anopheles mosquitoes, their yellow bellies and red eyes gleaming in the blistering Pacific sun. Larger and larger they loomed, until even their slit-eyed glia cells could be seen, then from their probosci thy unloosed the thunder that was Pearl Harbor. We were but " college kids " then. Little did we realize that we were to be hurtled at blinding speed through the vast accumulation of material that is medicine. Nor did we ponder the thought that our class was to be the first to start and finish under the accelerated program. That was yesterday. But today has come. The goal has been reached, and we have conquered. but first, we pause to dedicate