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

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY It ' s over! Four years that were crowded with work, worry, anticipation, frustration, success . . . and now it ' s all over. Or, is it really? As we sit back and close our eyes, enjoying that warm satisfying feeling of fulfillment, we find a myriad of memories . . . some happv and some sad . . . but all of them, we know, will forever be a part of us. appropriate pages of Gray ' s Anatomy, and we emerged from the ordeal triumphant . . . and several pounds lighter. Bailey ' s Text-Book of Histology . . . that sounds familiar, doesn ' t it? 781 pages of big print, little print, drawings, photographs and footnotes . . . all well calculated to keep us in suspense. Weary, bleary eyes peering through microscopes; mumbl- ing, grumbling students fumbling through the text. Finally, the final, and fini to Histology! DOr T ARGUE! IF I SAY 0HE1SEQM£ THEN 60AJB JS So V£ J ALL RIGHT THEM. - (T Our thoughts drift back through the years . . . ' 53, ' 52, ' 51, ' 50 . . . September 1950, when it all began. The onset of our dental careers might best be described as insidious. With an experienced senior advisor acting as a guide, we paddled our way through the river of registration red tape and were anxious to begin. One of the first things we learned, was that the freshman year was the proverbial breeze. This morsel of knowledge was obtained from a bitter sophomore who spoke of the good old days in Gross Anatomy. Ah, yes, Anatomy. It ' s been a long time, but how vividly we recall that final practical. The white-haired, soft-spoken Southern gentleman calmly asked us questions about the cadaver we had grown to know so in- timately . . • and suddenly, we felt as though the figure on the d issecting table were a complete stranger! But somehow, our coffee-laden brains managed to parrot back the contents from the Physiology, Biochemistry, Neuroanatomy . . . the plot thickened. Confusion was king and we were his sleepless knights. We tried to find that sophomore who told us about the easy fresh- man year only to discover him on the 8th floor, babbling incoherently about something called Pharmacology and Crown and Bridge. In the meantime, a course known as Oral Anat- omy was proving to us that although we had carved model airplanes as kids, and had put to- gether a handpiece for Dr. Holliday, we still were no mechanical wizards. But soon, it was ended. We were no longer clumsy, wide-eyed freshmen. We were clumsy, wide-eyed sophomores. In sharp contrast to the previous year, our sophomore year began explosively and the pace never slackened. Assuming the attitude that it couldn ' t be as bad as upper classmen had said, it wasn ' t long before we realized that it was ten Pogo cartoons by Ronald Granger, used through the courtesy of Wolf Kelly, and may not be reproduced without specific permission of Mr, Kelly. 21