Columbia University School of Dental and Oral Surgery - Dental Columbian Yearbook (New York, NY)

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President— RUDOLPH V. PINO Vice President— LIONEL E. REBHUN Secretary-Treasurer— MICHAEL |. DEREYLANY 1948 Upper classmen continually told us that the junior year would be a pleasure in all respects. What a life! Many of us, however, were soon downtrodden with the intoxication of the paradise that this pleasure brought. In fact, we wished we had taken the advice of Lingusius Ratchet, an- cient prophet and artiste, a little pleasure is a dangerous thing. Besides assuming the dignity of distinguished clinicians, we kept trying to open the door on die secrets of diagnosis and we found out how efficacious sex hormones really are. Through the turmoil on any typical day at about 4:30, we could discern through the mad scramble the following: Big Hank hurrying to the convention at the T. G.; Art rigorously cam- paigning unassumingly for the following year ' s elections; or Korney sniffing around for some talent for his private programs. The end of the third trimester brought exams with each man looking to Nick for the moral encouragement which made the ordeal easier. I shall always remember Nick ' s disciple, the old prophet Cacciola and his assistance in spreading the Gospel. Senior year meant hard work and little pleasure and we were all resigned to the grind of 18 units of C. B. Comprehensive cases were compared and everybody else ' s was a shoor ceench. Everyone worked hard, some for grades and the top positions in the class. But it was always diffi- cult to discern who the A men really were. Discussions could be heard, behind the lockers, on the psychological sequelae of the towel treat- ment. The years through Columbia were tough but, I believe that here we were formed, both as dentists and as men. We can look back on the happiest and most worthwhile years of our lives. Harold R. Englander

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FRANK J. CACCIOLA ENNIO L. UCCELLANI ARTHUR ZINN, JR. STEVEN S. SCRIVANI Class of We entered dental college during an epoch of great change — both in the world and in our beloved school. From our commencement, we are about to enter a condition of perhaps even greater turmoil and uncertainty than existed a brief four years ago. With the gravity of our futures in mind, therefore, it is also fitting that we examine the more humorous experiences of our sojourn to- gether. We began with the study of gross anatomy. To the majority of our distinguished colleagues its study was a perplexing drudge but to others it was a game of flying viscera. Early in the course, one of the boys started to hack away on his cada- ver but was quickly stopped, and he was astounded when his cadaver was introduced to him as his classmate, Steve. Freshman year consisted also of many hours of Histology — those many hours of peering through smoked or cellophaned eye pieces. Oral anatomy kept us busy thinking — won- dering who carved up Don ' s prize winning mas- terpiece. The year was difficult, but with the aid of study and the encouragement derived from Klein ' s smiling and happy countenance we were launched officially into the second year. Sophomore year was a difficult adjustment for all of us, except for old father time Cacciola. Ucci found out that pontic didn ' t only signify the Latin word for bridge. Early in the year a reward was given to anyone who could find the oyster in the plaster bin. Many of us nearly became grey, not merely from the anxiety of technique, but the fatigue of ducking Paul ' s flaming torch. The most singularly stimulating experience of the year, aside from the study of pathology and pharmacology, was provided by the deep philosophic import of the daily discussions of die erudite Gene and De Bux.

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R qloss o betr. And vnoKe it fast S MiiK,p»case.. y Not +00 a4ren j- Two liiile I ' ll never finish rny recpuirevne-ints, sob, sob Hey, I00K out Yoo -miqht scratch -my fender The flnqe! Tno. B« ow Dentoons We ' ll never forget the inimitable Bux, un- perturbed, pounding in an inlay to the tune of Silent Night, Holy Night sung by 300 students, doctors, and employees of the school. And Big Hank beating off all his women with a club. Oh well, everyone dreams as he pleases. Remember the supra-labial fuzz on Arslan. Goldwasser, Baurmash and Shapiro. They say that Goldwasser transplanted it from the top of his head. Joe argues that at birth he had even less hair, which is one way to look at it. Who will ever forget Nick Cava ' s actions when his patient swallowed a crown? First he screamed for an emetic, then a cathartic. Finally he demanded surgery after holding her upside down by the ankles and pounding her head against the clinic floor had failed. Oh well, every- thing came out for the best. Wha happa? Leo Kantorowitz (he ' s a sure one) and his buddy Mel Klickstein for four years displayed what the well dressed man should wear (while he ' s working in the garden). Someone should tell Mel that the stuff on top of his head should be combed. Thev say that Professor Eli Stern is work-