Baylor University College of Dentistry - Baylor Burr Yearbook (Dallas, TX)

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70 Sophomores President Barry G. Acker Vice President Jack Shropshire Secretary Robert P. Patterson Treasurer Barry Brooks . . a moe a Top—R. P. Patterson (left) and Barry Acker. Below, Barry Brooks (left) and Jack Shropshire. Driven by a burning desire for attainment of academic excellence and technical talent, our sophomore class will long be remembered for its excellent attendance record, punctuality, and outstanding student- faculty relationship. We only thought we were confused as freshmen. Take the heavy freshman load and add 796 hours of lab work per week, and you have the sophomore year. But at least we were the kings of the Pit. Beginning the year in an ominous grey cloud in the dungeon, you couldn’t miss us in our smocks bespattered with compound, plaster, dental stone, blue inlay wax, blood (our own) and gram stain, and with the obvious absence of the cravat. Daylight “til dawn, ever carving, casting, condensing, flasking, forging, filing, soldering, sanding, smoothing, pouring, polishing, and praying—but THEY didn’t fool US. WE knew about Elmer’s Glue, burnishing margins, and remounting models to get teeth into occlusion. How else were we to complete the year? It was an obvious conspiracy to eliminate us ALL. Though with burned fingers, singed hair, and assorted puncture wounds, we—the ugly ducklings of the dungeon—eventually emerged as the White Swans of the clinic—battle-scarred, and with a few losses to the ignoble institution of marriage—but nonetheless on the THIRD FLOOR. “The rung of a ladder was never meant to rest upon, but only to hold a man’s foot long enough to enable him to put the other somewhat higher.” Aldous Huxley