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

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GILBERT P. SMITH, D.D.S. Professor of Dentistry Dean of Faculty Director. Division of Restorative Dentistry Throughout your four years at Columbia, you have been exposed to one of the most complete curricula taught by one of the most competent staffs available in any dental school today. No school is able, nor does any profess to be able, to teach all that one must know- about the practice of dentistry. Your dental education must continue after you are graduated and should con- tinue as long as you find your interest in this profes- sion. It is only through endless exposure to the new knowledge, ideas and techniques which are springing up daily in our profession that you may be totally competent to give the best service to your patients. One of the best ways of accomplishing this objective is to maintain a close bond with the professional school which has given you the basis upon which you will build your future. In selecting the theme, Newer Teaching Methods , for your yearbook, you have demonstrated that you are aware that your profession will grow in scope, that better techniques of imparting this knowledge to future neophytes is a necessity and that you must have a part in this growth. With a new, modernly equipped physical plant for the dental school in prospect, the need for a vital and active alumni becomes imperative, and it is the younger graduates who can and should contribute the most. You must become active in support of your school so that it can realize its objectives and provide the basic- dental education and the continuing education that the dental profession and you have a right to expect. Great strides have been made at Columbia toward building the ideal professional school, and we have great confidence that the seeds which have been sown already, will blossom forth, transforming the school into a larger, better equipped institution, yet main- taining the same high standards of excellence in the curriculum which have produced the fine reputation which you carry into the professional world. It is with great confidence that we of the faculty wish you, the Class of 1966, a future that will fulfill all of your hopes and a career which will give you the satisfaction of serving in a profession that contributes substantially to the health and happiness of mankind.

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GRAYSON KIRK Ph. D., LL.D. President of the University

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IN MEMORIAM STEPHEN CARL BEUBE May 9, 1941— August 10, 1965 Steve ' s parents, Dr. and Mrs. Frank E. Beube, received the following letter on August 19, 1965 from a friend and classmate of Steve ' s, who knew him from age six, through elementary and high school. We feel that this letter expresses our feelings about Steve most explicitly. When we were in our last year of school, Steve took a liking to mime. He had a beautiful, lithe body, a dancer ' s body, a soccer-goalie ' s body, and he was proud of it. Once, in that spring of ' 59, we were together in the alley behind the school and I noticed Steve closely clenching and unclenching his fist, watching his fingers move. I asked what he was doing. Watching a miracle, he said. He said it simply, nothing grand about him. He had fallen in love with the poetry of Jacques Prevert for a while that spring — its straightforwardness and innocence was so akin to him. His feeling for nature was so strong: birds, flowers, grass, girls, everything enthralled him. He was graceful and handsome and fair. He was also boyish, childish. And at the same time he had a profound sense of himself, a seriousness that none of us had and all of us respected in Steve. He was never in a clique and it was a cliquish crowd. He never had an enemy, no, not for a day, because he never meant anyone harm. He was humble. A wonderful athlete, a natural athlete, Tie never swaggered, he never tried to reap the prestige everyone else was so preoccupied with in those days. I don ' t remember much more — a bedroom with a slanted ceiling, birthday parties we looked forward to all year long, an immense scarf slung casually around his thin neck and shoulders, a wool cap, long bangs when we were ten and a crewcut when we were fifteen; I didn ' t know him well — maybe none of us did. He was a real loner in the good way, content within himself. I don ' t write this as an attempt at consolation. To me his death was a tragedy that can ' t be eased, that can hardly be believed . . . God, he was so full of life! I ' m glad I knew him. I will never forget his loveliness. Fred Gardner August, 1965