George Washington University School of Medicine - Speculum Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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Refreshed after a leisurely summer vacation, the class of 1965 looked ahead to its second year with eagerness. We were all aware of the fact that we would be seeing patients in our second semester, and this alone provided a tremendous incentive to us. The road didn't seem as long now - the goal was almost in sight. We were quickly awakened from our pleasant dreams. In pharmacology Dr. Mandel assured us that there was but one answer - work, work, and more work. Drugs, actions, and side effects were thrown at us in an ever- increasing stream. When Dr. Mandel finished with us, our blood pressures were never again to be the same. Dr. Farber was then rushed in to soothe us with chlor- promazine and reserpine while the evils of addiction and the value of aspirin were explained to us by Dr. Davison. There was more - much more, but somehow we made it through. Our other courses were not to be outdone. Dr. O'Hern, resplendent in her array of parasites, fungi, and un- identifiable slides, initiated us into the mysteries of that ever-changing sea of knowledge known as microbiology. She was followed into battle by Dr. Hugh who unleashed hordes of pathogenic microbes on us while giving us many useful hints. Remember, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush ? After that, Dr. Robbins, armed with eggs, mice, and tumor cells, gently guided us through the fundamentals of Virology. By the way how many mice died of tumors on january 12th? We guess none of us will forget Dr. Miller who led us through that maze of facts known as pathology in a systematic and coherent way. Possessed of a tre- mendous fund of knowledge, he continually amazed us with discussions ranging all the way from Bach to Bee- thoven, nuclear energy, and medical jurisprudence. The semester finally ended and we looked forward to physical diagnosis and hospital work. We were not disappointed. Dr. Putnam, in his own inimitable way even taught us how to spell Khrushchev. And yes Auenbrugger's father was an innkeeper. The big social event of the year was the Follies. This year our theme was South Pacific. With grass skirts and balloons, with words and songs we llailed our instructors. We knew, however, that had it not been for the patience and goodwill shown toward us by these same men and women whom we taunted, our course for the year would have been a most unnavigable one, and for this we certainly thank them. Looking back at our preclinical days, it seems as if it were only yesterday when we walked into the portals of 135 H Street as apprehensive Freshmen. Now we look toward our Junior year and the second half of medical school life. Another step on the road, another challenge to meet. CAREFU L HANDLING. C. Stones is shown in one of the more frequent poses assumed by medical students - deep thought and con- centratlon.

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DEAR LORD, only 6 more. Ican hold out. SWIM TIME. The cool waters of the Potomac never looked so good. o QL A-audi