Howard University - Bison Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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but masterly fashion poured his knowledge of medicine into us, while Drs. Simmons and Wilder made desperate attempts to find out if it was still there. Oftimes they found it had never gotten in. We appreciated the clinic. It was a big relief from so much didactic work. We all feared the clinic quizzes, but we got a lot out of them. Dr. Simmons’ biting sarcasm was a deft sword and drove home many a point. Dr. Wilder’s explosive snort of disgust was so terrifying and humiliating that it was better to know than brave its potent expressiveness. One of these quizzes was the cause of the threatened abolition of a classmate—one Theodore Borders—by none other than that ordinarily pacific person—Ted Dulaney. Surgery and Pop Curtis came upon us and we realized all we had heard about him was true. His roll-calling was up to its previous standard and, like the modern dictum on Shakespeare, “he never repeated. Doctor Martin began his very orderly arranged lectures on Otolaryngology. What delighted us even more were his interpolated lectures on the psychology of medicine. We think Dr. Martin ought to give a special course under that heading. We took to heart his advice about green, red, and pink medicines and making ’em sign. Also after our association with him we considered guarded prognostications as very good form. Dr. Talbot in Orthopedics we considered one of the cleverest lecturers we had. His ability to be interesting and not become tedious was almost uncanny but depended upon his cleverness and ability to intersperse quick and joke in his lectures at the correct moments. His characterizations and imitations were very amusing, especially the “duck walk . Dr. Copeland met us now and then in Pediatrics. Mostly then. Dr. Cook took the speed prize for fast lecturing, giving as many notes in fifteen minutes as another profesor would in an hour. We still attended on Dr. Karpman at St. Elizabeth’s only now we spent our time on the wards taking nutty history . Obstetrics brought us Dr. Jacobs, who showed us obstetrical ma-noeuvers with dummy model and a teddy bear. The bear looked very much wilted after each demonstration. Mid-years! Black dispatch! Eighteen men in the go round ! No, Thirty two men. Medicine, of course. The black dispatch was right but there were only fourteen. Up on the carpet—every man jack. Shall we tell you about it. Well, they lined you up in the corridor outside the faculty room. Each waits his turn. Every man stays in a half hour and they call you in one at a time. Next—and up you go. You open the door and eight pairs of searching eyes focus on you and bore you thru. You attempt to bow or do something and in a dead silence you navigate the thousand miles between the door and the table—around which the medical faculty have grouped themselves. You sit down, still stiffly, and the Navy” intonates in low-voiced clearness that your work has not been up to par, etc. A barrage of questions deluges you and your mind goes blank. Mid-years over and we came under the guidance of the Chair once more. Roentgenology. Dr. Hazen attempted to show us that every little bump has a meaning all its own, and some more than one. Easter and the year is gone. Vacation with much apprehension about the Practice marks which failed to come out before we left.

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more times than one. Ilis warning to “keep your lamps trimmed and brightly burning caused certain of our more lax companions undue worry and unheralded cleanliness. It was during this era John found that liver on the left side. Dissection in the new Dissecting room was far more pleasant because of better facilities and better ventilation. Dr. Young’s enthusiasm and excitement was increased tenfold and he would flit from table to table, pointing out this and that and throwing questions. It was during one of our meetings there that for the first and only time we saw Dr. Young lose his composure and scholarly dignity—at the instigation of no less a personage than our worthy president, Ted George. The final of the indoor track series, held in the corridor outside the D. K. was the subject of class conversation for a week and office investigation for a slightly shorter time. Smith and Young were the competitors and eliminated entrants, Robinson, Horace Scott and Phifer, the judges. As the finalists flashed down the corridor, one of the glass dooi 3 at the end got excited and jumped to meet Smith. It completely enfolded him and hung a halo of glass around his head. Mid-years came. Exams, of course, topped by a hectic one in Bacteriology and followed by much cussin’ on our part. Our mornings were now spent in Pathology with Dr. Lenox officiating and John “Twigs Slade as demon assistant. Dr. Lenox complained continually and bitterly of the boredom exhibited in the lab, the constant meandering in and out of the same, the inability of the class to recognize the slides after such perfect drawings of them. One morning he discoursed at length on Dick Lane’s indefatigable habit of cutting,” to such avail that Dick flabbergasted the class by putting in an appearance twice in succession. During this time the drive for the Medical School Endowment was on. The Class of ’30 decided to try and raise a thousand dollars and have its name inscribed on the tablet to be placed in the foyer with the names of the contributors giving the above sum. Under the leadership of Billy Goines and Ted George, the Class of ’30 went over with a bang. On one warm Saturday in March we went out to St. Elizabeth’s and met Benny and “his gang. We were highly elated at first, but the novelty soon wore off. From observation we were able to pick out many exaggerated instances of certain types to be found in our own class. Indeed we began to doubt our own integrity on hearing some of them talk so lucidly and at times with more sense than exhibited by some of our fellows. The finals headed by the justly celebrated ”top” exhausted our bodies, put our nerves on edge and left our brains in a whirl. Half a doctor—we hoped, while we went off to our individual summer occupations and activities. On our return to begin the junior year we were met with the sad news of the death of our recent classmate, Walter “Rip” Coles. Rip” was a fine fellow and a good student and we all regretted his passing. Half a league—half a league—half a league onward!” If not half a league—half a something. Oh! boy, just think, the journey half over and it seemed like we'd just started. We got ourselves together and plunged into the great Practice of Medicine under the guidance of Dr. Ecker in the class room and Drs. Simmons and Wilder in the Out-patient Clinic. Dr. Ecker in his excited

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 Back and we’re seniors. The last go round. In the last year the art j of “carpet-bagging” took a mighty spurt and an epidemic started which threatened to become wholesale. The class was divided into maedical and surgical sections. Dr. Curtis saw that the surgical sections kept hopping, while Drs. Terry and Bloe-dorn were no less energetic in their conduction of the medical section. Dr. Curtis instituted the Clinico-pathological Conference where your mis- i takes were exposed to the world and prodded until they cried for mercy. The “pit” and its terror an unknown quantity before, now became a con- j Crete problem. The bedside clinics every day from two to four brought I us in direct contact with the patients and gave us a good idea of what we would face when we got out. Dr. Kavne continued in Obstetrics and his clear and concise notes ! were a revelation after reading “Williams.” He “cut” us a good bit but I he more than made up for it when he did come. . | Urology brought us Dr. Thompson. This course was eagerly entered | upon by those of us. who could appreciate from past performances and j with an eye to future complications. Never will we forget the Saturday morning sessions with Dr. Whit-. by. Never will we forget his graphic descriptions of certain Sodomistic personalities, he had run across in his neurological travels. Dr. McNeil’s class in Gynecology brought forth two startling discoveries. One was that “mogul” could quote the Bible. The other was that Ted Borders knew of a thousand pound fibroid with a woman on it. At the beginning of our second year, the class reorganized its corps of officers. They were as follows. Theodore Lovelace, president, Rem-bert Jones, vice-president, Miss Muldroxv, secretary-treasurer. This stair served with more than efficiency, especially our president, whose energies expended in our behalf were unbounded. And so our four years draw nigh to a close. With mingled joy, excitement and a little sadness we view its approaching end. We stop and think. Will any other four years l e so intimately intermingled with 1 happiness, struggle and woe? Perhaps two of the three but hardly the j three together. The highways of the world are calling us. We go forth to new contacts, new friends, new locales. But with us will go. a remembrance, always, of this, our four years spent together.