Drexel University College of Medicine - Medic Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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SOPHOMORE YEAR lk i 1 1 C K 1 1 Well, Emil Fischer, synthetic sauerkraut and Kjel- dahle were bad enough, but --- there's Sappey coming down the steps now with Hopp on his trail I Ue'd finished 'with the war and the S. A. T. C. lSherman was entirely right! and nbw ---- nobody gets up until the 'scopes are all put away. So we spent most of our afternoons along with Poppy Shell-shock after our preparatory snooze while attempting to follow the sheets. When we weren't looking for the Subtillus, there were always plenty of frogs to pith or to load up our pockets with. Howell undoubtedly drove the Class to drink. You can believe that or not. i In th mornings ---- we mentioned the more tedious afternoon pastimes first to get them off our chest and then pass to pleasant subjects ---- parades could always be seen to best advantage from the fourth floor front. Un there we could see real anatomy wherever we looked ---- and sometimes when we did- n't look, in our pockets at noon. Remember that fellow over there with the table and its treasure all to himself ?That was Dinwoodie Sipes. Old Kidney-foot gave him up as a hopeless case although he'd rave on even if George was his only disinter- ested listener. Although four flights above Broad street, things were far from being dry as Dissick had forcibly impressed upon his brain. But the signal has been given and we're all busy sharpening our scalpels ---- Daddy's on his way up, George whispers. Speaking of sharpening scalpels, ---- rem mber the black boy who hopped down to street level a flight at a time ? The first four months rolled slowly by with regular anatomy and an endless number of special anatomy courses. Hopp and smoking drums were our sources of diversion --- or should we say Chief Complaint. During this period, Stitz found it easy to uphold almost by himself the reputation of the class for mov- ie matinees. E Before we knew it, mid-years had not only come but were passed and we were nowvconvinoed ourselves that we were full-fledged doctors --- q.v. the stethoscopes in the side pocke ets. We felt a little more like the real thing having less of the drilling routine to run off. In Physical Diagnosis, most all of us learned to outline the left lung and by mediate percus- sion to get resonance on one anothers backs. When it came to applying a revised Velpeau limprovisedl, we all held the sack.