Indiana University School of Medicine - Caduceus Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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Raleigh E. Lingeman (chrmn. ENT) James B. Wray (chrmn. Orthopaedics, deceased) But Dr. Ritter, ours is the only O. R. He's not responding hood with a personality. well to anesthesia. 15 The practice of medicine is an art, not a trade; a calling, not a business; a call- ing in which your heart will be exercised equally with your head. Often the best part of your work will have nothing to do with potions and powders, but with the exercise of an influence of the strong up- on the weak, of the righteous up- on the wicked, of the wise up- on the foolish. Sir William Osier Tim, that's not ovary, you're on GI!

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Clinical Science Junior and Senior Years Man is a Complex Being Requiring Ultra- Specialits to Service Him Inttrnirt Q eolc tt Vtx-I r Suiyo Medical practice is not knitting and weaving and the labor of the hands, but it must be inspired with soul and be filled with under- standing and equipped with the gift of keen observation; these to- gether with accurate scientific knowledge are the indispensable requisites for proficient medical practice. Maimonides (Moses ben Maimo) One of the first things you learn on the wards . . . It was so good of you to come, Nurse! You know that medicines when well used restore health to the sick: they will be well used when the doctor to- gether with his understanding of their nature shall understand also what man is, what life is, and what constitution and health are. Know these well and you will know their opposites; and when this is the case you will know well how to devise a remedy. Leonardo da Vinci We hoped for topless nurses, but had to settle for bottom- less patients.

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Edward Tyler (former Dean of Students) The End Is Near! You LOST tlic blood? When do you expect your new desk, Dr. Jesseph? We're running short of interns. So now we're finished, school is over, it's done. A pause to reflect the battles, some lost, some won. Memories are endless of time spent as clerk, Those long days and nights of fond old scut work. There were many classes and labs to get past; Some were a challenge, some a pain in the ass. There were workups on medicine, workbook on surgery, Diseases to learn, operations to see. And who can forget the q o night call, The General ER, of hell what a ball. And some of the subspec's - two weeks at a shot But a lot of the biblio was all that we got. Remember that medicine resident who though he invented scut And that staff man in surgery, oh what a pain in the butt. So now dear friends we're almost in heaven. We've been going now for eight years or maybe its seven. It's a long road to go, a tough row to hoe, But we're ready for challenge wherever we go. And so as we scatter and go our own ways There really remains only one thing to say: No more silly questions, no short white coats; We're interns now, not anyone's goat. f According to his EKG, he needs new batteries. FLEX ion Study Eye-tis!