Georgetown University School of Dentistry - Apollonian Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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urelio . Roca, D.D.S. Aurelio, a resident of Alexandria, Virginia, is originally from Santiago, Cuba. He received a BA. in biology from Catholic Univer- sity in Washington, D.C. During his stay at Georgetown he was a member of Delta Sigma Delta, and also played third base for the softhallers, but was more infamously known for his labors as note-taking service coordinator. Aurelio played classical guitar and when it was not seasonal for sailing the big ones he was building wooden models of sailing ships. He will join his father in a general practice in Arlington, Virginia, and hopes to devote some time to the dental clinic of the Spanish Catholic Center in the District. He wishes to dedicate this page to his entire family for their undying support, especially to the best wife a man could ask for, Beverly, whose selfless sacrifice and inspiration have made the last four years possible. Next to a woman, the most invincible thing in this world is a sailing ship. - William Iones I A1 wid 129

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Terry C. Ramse , D.D.S. Home: Buschwhack, Colorado: see enclosed photo-copy sent to financial aid office. Age: 27 Profession: Dentist Hobbies: Suicidal missions, i.e., class III foil specialist Latest accomplishment: Construct a free end saddle partial denture from California to Iapan with a mesial rest and I-bar clasp on Hawaii Quote: Work like a dog, eat like a horse, think like a fox, play like a rabbit, and see your veterinarian twice a year Profile: Energetic, warm, penetrating: driven by a thirst for new knowledge that may lead to new truths Beer: Coor's, Breakfast of Champions

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Ken Rothschild, D.D.S. I think I'm ready now for the looney bin. Perhaps my critics were right. Being the only Midwesterner in our class launched me into this unique identity crisis back in freshman year which I have yet to recover from. Lord knows I tried to cope with it. My bluegrass records came across in sophomore lab about as well as my cowboy hat did in the clinic tthis cowboy doesn't wear whitej. They even made me wear shoes during hours. But I persevered. Through histology. By microbiology. Around rush hour traffic and, yes, even through the glorious long summer nights in my non-air-conditioned attic bedroom. I guess I'm supposed to say now that I would do it all over again if I had to. That it was all worth it and even though the work was difficult, the money tight and my patience thin, it was a good learning experience academically, culturally and socially. Iust hold it right there. I've waited for four years to blow off steam and tell everything that moves how tough these years have been and how thankful I am that they're over. Four long years of counting the months until graduation and then exploding. But I can't. A severe anti-climax. So I guess I am crazy. Or perhaps just pleasantly dissuaded. But what the hell - it feels good. For all those interested my crystal ball reveals two years in the Public Health Service followed by either twenty-eight more years in the Public I-Iealth Service, a private practice lost somewhere in the Rocky Mountains or becoming a trapper in Alaska. Getting back to reality, obligations and all that stuff I would like to take time to dedicate this page as well as my four years here to my family, banjo, strong coffee, my faithful Cutlass and motorcycle, Colombia, my softballers, Great Falls Park, and Mary for without their help I would have withered long ago.