Medical College of Virginia - X Ray Yearbook (Richmond, VA)

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The True Physician By JOSEPH AUSLANDER ♦ Who is the true physician? He Who feels a sense of ministry,- Who knows our ills are intertwined With tentacles of heart and mind; Who knows that man is truly, whole Only when body rhymes with soul; That the world ' s sickness will not cease Till man is with himself at peace. Who is the true physician? He Who from despair and fear sets free Vexed spirit and tormented flesh Struggling together in the mesh Of human passions. Undismayed, He takes the challenge on him laid, And from facts cruel and uncouth Creates the cold pure terms of truth. Physician, you it is to whom Man ' s body is a treacherous room Where day and night and breath by breath You face infirmity and death, Confront the furies that by stealth Slip past the sentinels of health, And, with no quarter asked or given, Strive as your gallant dead have striven To win new ground, and to obtain Some desperate reprieve from pain, To fight the valiant fight until Your faith, your sacrifice, your skill At first confound, at last confirm Man ' s conquest of the Conqueror Worm. This, true physician, is your story, Stripped of the accidents of glory, Beyond all title, all esteem, Servant of a tremendous dream: To give man back his right to be The master of his destiny, To rescue from the mortal clod The bright immortal son of God.

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SENIORS IB MEDICINE Lee Shaffer Charles Garrett Eileen Thorpe L. O. Snead CLASS OFFICERS LEE SHAFFER President CHARLES GARRETT Vice-President EILEEN THORPE Secretary L. O. SNEAD Treasurer JOSEPH SMITH Historian PAXTON POWERS Executive Committee RALPH SCOTT Honor Council JOHN POWELL Dean ' Committee EARL ALLARA X-Ray Representative JAY WEMPLE Skull and Bones Representative JOHN SMITH Athletic Representative CLASS HISTORY WITH THE AID of a great number of obstetricians, pediatricians, and baby-sitters, to say nothing of almost fourscore wives and half a hundred progeny, the Class of 1950 has gotten that much-dreamed-of sheepskin . This diploma is a milestone in our careers, but wait, beyond is the cold, cruel world with no more Gl checks or parental benevolence,- but who are we to worry, we can face the world unafraid with our one acquired green syringe. Our developmental age ranges from the chillun, whose anterior fontanelles are not yet closed, to the fellows who just discovered that half the people in the world are women, on to the majority of us whose average is thirty, waistlines forty-four, and with a startling incidence of alopecia totalis. From the beginning of the year our professional dignity was enhanced by the addition of white trousers and the casual question, Where are you going to intern? All dispositions were improved by the return to nine o ' clock classes, a month of elective, and the psychiatry service; but came the bitter with the sweet: Saturdays in the Pit, beaucoup CBC ' s, twenty-four-hour stats, and blood pressure q fifteen minutes. It wasn ' t easy, but we covered everything from Ayerza ' s Disease through periarteritis nodosum to xanthomatosis. We did strike out, however, on a few of the more common maladies — remember phlegmonous gastritis and Letterer Siwe ' s Disease? The Home Care Service, which was introduced this year, was designed to give us a glimpse into General Practice of Medicine and was thoroughly enjoyed by all as the majority of us intend to be G. P. ' s. What a Utopia! I Where else could you get two city doctors to call on you for free? Our history has been written,- the physical examination con- cluded; we at last come to our prognosis. To borrow a few famous phrases we can say, I ' m not at all certain, but I, myself, feel t is excellent. What do you think? You ' re the Doctor! t otw ax in ' M f i {25}