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

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lsii L51 L51 Li L71 L51 Lai L FOREWORD CES ago, or so it seems, someone decided that the days of the class were numbered-that before we realized it, the final threshing would take place which would scatter its members, like chaff, to the four winds. That idea having penetrated, it seemed we must have a record, which should place on sub' stance less fragile than our memories, notes of our comings and goings, our frailties and strengths, our achievements and failures. A most capital idea, we decided, nodding most profoundly to our neighbor. So noble a gathering must not go unsung, whereupon we indulged in a bit more mutual congratulation, and went back to sleep again. After everyone wise enough to decline had declined, a staff was finally appointed. An infinite number of things were done which shouldn't be done, but eventually the first glow wore off, and we began to buckle down to the task which had been undertaken so smugly. Individual biographies seemed the heaviest liability. When some philanthropist suggested that we appoint each man his brother's keeper, the fog temporarily lifted, and it seemed our troubles were over. After reading a dozen or so of the fraternal writeups, cold towels followed by sedative Sit: baths, temperature 96.5 degrees, were the only measures which prevented our making a premature trip to Allentown. That we could be part of a composite composed only of perfect specimens of mankind made us too acutely conscious of our shortfcomings. Originally it had been hoped that the elimination of any material which might border on the sarcastic could be eliminated, sarcasm being regarded generally and personally as the lowest form of wit. Eventually that was discovered to be an Utopian procedure, which, when put into practice, allowed but of inane, spiceless comments, conspicuous only by their similarity. We endeavored to avoid but one thing-the handing out of unearned bouquets. Typical biographies were not even attempted. Instead, we aped our revered Professor of Dermatology in the belief that a thimbleful of spice would outweigh a tankfcar full of insipid nectar. As we have worked with the book, it has become a part of us, and we of it. It has meant dehnite sacrifice of time and energy for all who strove to widen and improve the scope of that which lay between its covers. We earnestly hope that it may be pronounced either good or bad-not mediocre. Thorough cooperation between members of the staff has made our task a pleasant if an arduous one. Credit for creativeness goes largely to the chairs of humor and art. With the exception of jimmy Butler's historical caricatures, for which we wish to express our appref ciation to that gifted mariner, the original art work was done entirely by one man. The story is told. The song is ended, save only the final verse-a fervent doxology. LWWEILW L71 Lil l'21l-ill!

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EWMWWMME Dfedlzicmimwl IMPLICITY AND GREATNESS HAVE EVER BEEN INSEPARA' BLY ALLIED. COMMENTS UPON BRILLIANCE, ACHIEVEMENT, WIT, MIGHT XVELL BE IN ORDER IN THIS DEDICATION. INSTEAD, NNE PREFER TO HAVE THE QUALITY OF SIMPLICITY AS IN' HERENT WITHIN IT AS NATURE HAS WILLED THAT IT BE INHERENT WITHIN ITS SUBJECT. THE RECOLLECTIONS OF THOSE WHO READ ARE FAR MORE ADEQUATE THAN ANY PRINTED PACE. GNLY LET US, WITH A DEEP SENSE OF GRATITUDE, ACKNOWLEDGE THE PRIVILEGE THAT IS OURS, TO DEDICATE THIS OUR RECORD FOR ALL TIME TO DR. SAMUEL W. SAPPINGTON CLASS OF 1932. HWWWMWME

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U51 Ln M 51 llil L7 g THEME AR afield we searched to find that which would serve as a nucleus about which we might build. The Present was with us alwayswperhaps its substance was so commonplace that it yielded us no inspiration- perhaps we knew it so well that we could lay our hand upon no one part which seemed more promising or worthy than another-or perhaps, after all, we really knew very little about it. The Future, always entrancing, yielded us nothing save infinite theories. The fool and the wise man alike may theorize-and often reap an equal harvest. Finally we turned about and walked down time's long corridors, and in those cool, refreshing damps, we discovered the past, and found it to be good. Witliizi Times mighty caves and vaults we tried to separate the Past of Medicine from the Past of Men and of Nations. Wiser men would have known such a task to be undef sirable and impossible. The Past of Medicine has ever been inseparably allied with the Past of the Race. We garnered symbols of that Past-works of art, produced by the hands of Masters whose names are forever immortalized. Things of beauty they undoubtedly are, perfect in detail, thought, and workmanship. But even such symbols can only touch the surface of that which the Past has taught us, and which we would wish to pass on. Perhaps, if, from the standpoint of the profession, we may summarize that which we have learned, we would say: Whatever attributes he may possess, let no man aspire to the true title of Physician unless he have uppermost in his heart the wish to serve his fellow man. Perhaps, if, as part of a people whose pride lies in their progress, we may sum' marize that which we have learned, we will say with Lessing: Das Wahre is nicht neu, und das Neue ist nicht wahrf' Els LT e y WELWLE