Columbia University College of Physicians and Surgeons - P and S Yearbook (New York, NY)

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1 . - U J 4 Sm x 9' , 5 5 1 1 'I t -,,,. . 3 . l' r R 1- 2 N l ' , 1 JOHN D. COWLES Orange, Calif. Yale, A.B. Someone said it would take four years to get through medical school and then a lifetime to get over it. Obviously, many of the things that have been pounded into us will saan be valueless. Perhaps we can get over these things along with the distortions of our years in the towers. On second thought, alter four years there must be some things that ought to stick for future use. There can be a few principles evolved far future living through this training. l can go through a few in mind now. My question really is how much will they be altered by the time t read this again? MOLLIE ALLENSWORTH COMINSKY San Antonio, Texas Columbia, A.B. The salad days, are they o'er or iust beginning? It shall not be as now-from the shore, but hence into the swimming. No longer the lowly, Iotty irresponsible back row spectator, But soon on rounds, at conferences to be expected-os commentator tBarker, reollyl-and perhaps someday in the laboratory as creator And everywhere, and anywhere at anytime and place-upon request To answer younger student's questions to discuss, not because a test Has been announced with three weeks notice, but because now We're in the swimming and we must learn and teach and know. Pi AU! DENTON SAYER COX Montclair, N. J. Yale, B.S. Only those who have felt the force from behind can give impulse to those who come alter ..., Only those have force who know il is not theirs unless it is given lo others, lrorn the living to the living .,.. By contact with those we goin the irri- pulse to increase what is human in us and others, and make that our enterprise, Alter R. P. Blaclrmur 20 7' s Y .4-Cl , 1 X :V ,r X ' '- .3-asf' ,lt I - .,. ,t 1 R, fl .. ,1fi. f -, yitifyf ,Q w e 1- . : 5 v . W, . frilseeti it A I 1 ,Mes 4 l 11 ff' I L, y , K . , GARTH BRYANT DETTINGER Pittsfield, Mass. Harvard, A.B. Four years ol medical school were tough, but writing this is even tougher. ls it possible to have an original thought left? However, l must say that being a '4Shonker -Shanks Villager that is-was really enjoyable, and, despite the second year, school too was quite bearable, ln fact, the memory will probably become mellow when aged-a process which lor some of us is not very tar away.

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l I I I 'IELLEN N. CHANIN lNew York, N. N '4- I ,QA -5 P4 ig' I Q r I . X 1 . I 1 LEONARD H. BRANDON, JR. Jackson, Miss. Millsaps, B.S. May' I Ialne Ihu opporlunny Io say Ihal I om very proud Io be a P and S man and Ihar a sounder loundahon rn medrcrne ix no! Ia be found elsewhere My four years ar P and S have been mos! enloy able, and I am grorelul for Ihe splendvd class of '52 QI whrch I have had the honor la be a member Thanks a mrllron. P and S ond classrnales, for havrng made Ihe past lour years a very brlghl and memorable par! ol my Irle lels see lols of each other rn Ihe Iulure f WILLIAM J. CHASE Y. Mamaroneck, N. Y. Mgr' If- , L , .1 T Q pg-. ' ,h-.V . J l - , .:5f :515:5f L ,. Ye X .f 1 Q , I , 1 z Aj 3 'xx X1 I L ,vt 1 , . . Ale. 4' A lo- Il '1 2 L . va 1 , I I ROBERT E. CARLSON Bloomfield, N. J. Tufts, B.S. Tus a long, hard clamb Wnlh scarcely a dime To relax and enloy Iree lnme And when we grow old, To us :I us Iold. There'll be na lime lar our dnme 'Tus a long, hard gnnd To prepare our mnnd For the cares whuch are lhrusl upon us And when we are sel To rehre, na! lrel, Wc're gone o Ia cardiac Ihrombus 4 BAYARD DELAFIELD CLARKSON New York, N. Y. 1'Brooklyn, A.B. N. Y. StoIe Teachers, A.B. Yale l Columbia, A.M. I 5 K IM' 3 A' I -. l A 'N -. y '33 3 79' e 'J' W . I , , 4 4 ' I .f-9' --J' , xl I w,,q. I . , l . 4 A , 1:55 f J 1 l l .. ., Y: Q -a, . :Ol 2 'Ts- ' Oc . . . :.. 5 x 1 it glgk2i '.IF'l

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IENNETH L. CROUNSE xlbany, N. Y. 'aIe, B.S. From Albany, N, Y. I4 Mayfair Drive, 'ingerlonds-stop in for chow! Went to allege in New Haven, interrupted by serv- e in the European campaign, Since then nurse has been less eventful- worked in sychiatric Institute part ot second and fird years heres :trove a green car which aubled as a truclr at class picnics, under- iok Al Aboody's instruction in the art ol xreful driviivg as a public service. I' 'fx '4 T f Q V. -QQ j ' i l, . 3 V .-A4 '. L ' -A , CHARLES LEWIS DOOLITTLE Woodmont, Conn. American, B.S. During my years in medical school l sometimes have been somewhat depressed by contemplation of worlr to be dong lcutting the grass, painting the screensl, ti- nancial problems iWhat, more baby faodll, years before and behind me, et: At these times a slogan ol my grandfathefs has ROBERT MALCOLM ELLSWORTH Kingston, Pa. Princeton, A.B. Four short years in the wonderful lawn With book and labs and wards all 'round. Golf in the afternoon now and again Or a trip to Harkness should it rain, Someday the future will be right and rosy With garden bright 'round cottage cozy. All at this on me depends, One whose memory a soul can rend. Someday simply cannot mean never. Someday is now, now and forever. 3 od Y WALLACE EPSTEIN New York, N. Y. City College of New York, B.S. Time to Return At the start of the first year we were told of the cultural lag which would over, take us-little time for music, art, litera- ture, and not even enough for baseball, Looking back it seems they were right l wonder it now :sn't the time to return Together with a wish tor health and sucsess for my classmates, I wish for time and inclination to return to those non- medicol pursuits which lreep our lirst love- medirlne-lree of the tarnish of monotony. l ' frequently given me a boost , When the whole dern world seems gone I0 pot And business onthe bum, A two-cent grin and a lifted chin 1 Heltls some, my boy. helps some. i . A FRANK J. CURRAN 3 1 Indianapolis, Ind. - Notre Dame, B.S. , Its day begun, the iust-born sky was blank, defenseless, bare, 'Til sun-rays linked a chain therethrough, stirring up the air, And binding it to mortal earth, Whose vapors rose in iealaus mirth, And made the stillness die. The day was years, the fight but short, so fast there was she held, And dying into clouds, she wept, her thunder, lightning had not held The swiftly rising dusk from ecrlh, Which sped Io darkness in the hearth Can now you see the sky?