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

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I our score and fifty miscasts ago. the ad- missions committee brought forth upon the ninth floor, a new class, dedicated to the proposition that all dental students are created equal — but, alas, they are not. This is thestory of our class, as we lived it. as we remember it. We came here to become dentists, but in those early months they sure had us fooled. Luckily our while jackets saved us from oblivion. Our early courses consisted of anatomy, histology and hearts. ' tomy was the course devoted to sitting around !■ i..iig table and reviewing old and new jokes while the Kog was out checking heart sounds. Once in a while, a bird named Robin would fly in and ask all sorts of einbarrasing questions. And will anyone ever know wlrat happened to cloves Click ?

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Back Row: Kathleen Shalley, Carol Reed, Marilyn For- man, Jeanelte Di Lullo, Tina Grissoni, Pauline Shugaev- sky, Lois Cbaimowitz, Phyllis Sanderson, Lillian Parry, Ida Parell, Marjorie Cohen, Mary Hargett, Christine Lewis. Second Row: Marilyn Geller, Sally Webster, Eleanor Koepchen, Ann Emmerich, Carol Spier, Edna McNeil, Irene Shannon. Bottom Row: Lalla Rooke-Kumme, Erich Reube, Emma Helde, Terry Belideau. Ever since the day Stan Mills emptied our wallets and Bill Gevorkian measured us for our first dental jackets, the administration and personnel have blessed us with many cherished memories. We shall never forget . . . Millie Ohlaver for being so kind and sweet to our patients. Hettie Lang ' s articulate voice over the P.A. system, Mr. Brady, Mr. Wimber. Mrs. Davis throwing up her hands in dismay when the clinic ran out of C gold. Dr. Al Katonah and his miraculous cures for sick dental units. The lunchtime seminars with Nick, Mike and Bob. Tina and her never-ending prosthetics records. Mrs. Boyd, Mrs. Ward and their harem in surgery. Muriel Kubiak for counting operative points in her sleep. Anne Emmerich, Mrs. Webster and Cathy Shalley who stand guard on the Dean ' s office. For keeping us in clean towels, Mrs. Lewis. Mrs. Linder for- her assistance in the Canal Zone. The United Nations Delegation that was so nice to us in Radiology. Mrs. Musterman who always found us for repairs. Last, but certainly not least, we thank Mrs. Moore and her assistant Miss Powell for their help in maintaining our clinical practice. And to all the rest who have eased our path through these four years — we remain grateful. 20 FLORENCE MOORE Director of the Dental Clinic

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' Wax chips fell like snowflakes. A bucket of pig embryos. All aspiring dentists carry them. You ' re not too bright, Harry. Physiology (a course where cats don ' t have a chance on sunny afternoons) taught us that pit- ressin really works. It was in this class that one of our alert faculty members discovered the Donald Duct. It wasn ' t until mid-winter that we discovered teeth. It seems that teeth are surrounded by bone (which is bone, boys) and a structure called the periodontium — which reappeared three years later in, of all places, senior prosthetics. In the spring, it was biochemistry and more hearts, time being divided equally for both. Dr. Karshan wanted to give us the old time-tested exams, but that young upstart kept whispering in his ear — change the questions, new exams. Due to some oversight, the annual freshman- faculty barbecue was not held that year. Vacation rolled around quickly and we basked naively in the warm summer sun contemplating the year that lay ahead. Upon returning to school in the fall, we were introduced to that Garden of Eden — the eighth floor. While we were sharpening our pencils in pathology under the tutelage of J. Wellington Pencilpoint, the sophomore committee was sharpening the axe which was soon to fall. Columbia — Presbyterian Medical Center, home, sueet home. 22