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

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:7 W Yves CCRE IV: THRCDUGH THE DCDOR . . . .J The Hahnemann Blues II Vine Street's still a racetrack if you walk up to the curb. You'll see the same dude with earrings, But he ain't got no more herb. 'Cause I bought it all and smoked it for spare time in Core Ill, A habit that l picked up while I was on Psychiatry. And my buddy with the earrings, he matched somewhere in the sticks He told me that he'll miss his friends in the Class of '86. Chorus: l've got the Hahnemann Blues, I've got the Hahnemann Blues. My cadaver was wearin' shoes, 26 Send 512,000 and you can sing blues, too! ri r ,gf 0 S rl- :..JHl..wM X E Differential diagnosis is drivin' me insane, Fever of unknown origin playin' Pac Man in my brain. The attending, he was in my face, he had my H 8: P: How can you do a work-up without a CBC? So I kindly excused myself with a quick apology, I've got a morning conference with a chick in radiology. My breakfast table got the mail, l had a letter there, Dr. Hugh Dean Bennett wants to see me at his chair. He said, Boy, you had potential, but all you did was pass, You worked hard in Core ll, but you didn't kiss no ass, So forget about your Harvards and throw away your Yales There's an opening out on Route 1 in Lincoln Mercury sales.

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CGRE III: OUT OF THE CLOSET . . . X ,J lg Ax .4 Qi . OR FREEDOM IS SLA VER Y

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afya, x' ! f' Q 4 '-at Sittin' down at Watson's drinkin' beers and shootin' Jack, lt was four o'clock in the morning before l finally hit the rack. lt was six before l knew it, doin' rounds on seventeen, My mouth was like a desert and my face a shade of green. Then while holding a retractor, the room began to spin, The next thing l remember we were closin' up the skin. ll END CDF THE CCRES i .11-, if 1 V 1,