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

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T A nthon L. Iohnson, D.D.S. Arch, as he is known to his classmates, hails from Baltimore, Maryland, where he did his undergraduate Work at Morgan State College. His least favorite tour was junior prosthodontics while his favorites were senior pedo and oral surgery. Arch dedicates this page to his family, especially his mother and father for their undying support, confidence and love. From his bag of famous quotes comes an original Set your goals high, Aim for the stars so you only make it to the moong despair not, For look around you and see how many others have made it as far.

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Arthur R. Ienkins, D.D.S. The developmental process is a comprehensive reflection of a myriad of experiences, lending themselves to a formulation of a base from which a framework of our lives is constructed. The ups downs, the winning losing, the laughter crying, the passing failing, the loving . . . the loose love, becomes one, an integrated part of our consciousness that totally effects our every thought, word, or deed. My major influence began in a small suburb at Pittsburgh, Pennsyl- vania in 1947. Here developed such lasting and profound friendships that the tone of my life was set and seeded through our interactions - I thank all of you. As I traveled and toured, turning 100 times in the road hoping to find purpose and direction, moving through secondary schooling, to two major universities QPSU and U of MJ, to the US Air Force, and finally Georgetown Dental School, I have had my share of passing and failing, winning and losing, laughter and crying, joy and sadness, but thank God I have had more ups than downs. My need to say thank you to all those who have supported me and believed with and in me will never wain. Thank you: Mom and Dad, whose personal sacrifices will never be forgotten: Skip, Louie, Bill, Paul, and a multitude of others whose influence gave me the drive to accomplish all of this: Mom and Dad Sinai for Irene and your devotion, Monica for your love and confidenceg Aunt Peg for a calming ear, Irene for all the years you've sacrificed, supported and lovedg and of course, thank God for Lindsay.

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Mark R. johnson, D.D.S. -guess itts 'bout time to move on. Movin' on to new places and new friends. Looking and sensing back to good times - Ol' Yeller leaving the Santa Barbara homestead with lots of junk, josi, and my familyts love carefully packed away. Holy dung, is that the monu- ment on the horizon? Sure is, can't you smell the pre-KC treat - cream puffs permeating the Watergate environs? Good company, food and times were always in abundance at 4000 Tunlaw. Mrs. Shepherd with her dog-eared tennies and great love of children. Did everyone get an omelet? Thirty-five is the limit! Hey buddy, how 'bout rowing on the sun-drenched Atlantic - now that's living. 'SO Captain! My Captain! our trip tthrough the grand ol' Smokiesj is done. Hot damn, H. Caulfieldls home town gas station jons are fully carpeted. Swatting mosquits down Savannah way with the Germ - BS ain't all bad! ls the sky falling or is it just my ceiling? No B, King Kong's jungle gym is to the north and Liberty's statue more southerly. Enchiladas away from home thanks to Senor 81 Senora F. Yiall come to the 2409 Club's First Annual Lobster Bash. The ol' blue canoe tbaby blue?!irgj proved seaworthy or was it her mates? Drinkin', raking', and marryin' in Ridgewood with good folks. Come on up for a few brews and fling a few with the Nudge, Sling, Whitey, and LA. ls anybody hungry? -Thank you Mom, Dad, Heidi, Bill, and Andrew, I love you -