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

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SFMTAMJ Award (Sh-- F—k man That Ain't My Job) Lets teach the BS prof's to piece things together. Tricky Dick is tightening Lets help Dr. Irwin take the budget - save Mr. the pooh out of IUPUI. Smith, save. Our own father confessor. another funny Swisher Sweets for Dr. Lukemeyer JJ (Bud Man) gets the humility award from Dr. L Dr. Hip Ritter gets a skewer from MJ. Dr. Carter accepts a rubber co— for Ginny. Dr. Ritter got more than his hips pinned, but countered with a stiffen- ing lecture.

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Senior Day December 14th, 1973 YOU were there! with the rest of the pigs. There was plenty of food beer . . . (160 gal. to be exact) and everyone had their own bag. Yakity, yakity, yak! (hiccup) Our Cups Raneth Over and Over and Over and Over and Over. Lany wanted food; Bill wanted 19 HICCUP!!!

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MED SCHOOL AIN'T EASY by Gerold T. Butler Four year med school lyin' ahead. Wondrin1 how I'm gonna get all those facts in my head. Drinkin', thinkin', up late at night, Got a biochem test tomorrow, hope it turns out all right. Chorus: But med school ain't easy. It's nasty and it's boring', It's four years hard workin' And God I've only begun. Campbell, Butler, Bubb and Chuck Buck Caplin's the fifth one, we ain't worth a Split heads, steel beds, what a strange sight Workin' on our cadaver on into the night Chorus: But med school aint' easy. It's nasty and it's borin', It's four years hard workin' And God I've only begun. Flexors, extesors, learn all their names, After four hours they all sound the same. Inspectin', dissectin', that ain't the issue Listenin' to Doc Katzberg discussin' those tis-sues. Chorus: But med school ain't easy. It's nasty and it's borin' It's four years hard workin' And God I've only begun. White coat, black bag, really first class Walking around in PD, feel like an ass. Lectures, work-ups, long H G P's Tryin' to learn somethin' 'bout health and disease. Chorus: But med school ain't easy. It's nasty and it's borin' It's four years hard workin' And God I've only begun. Surgery, medicine, three long months each, Trying to catch babies and learn how to stitch. O.B., night calls, oh what a scene, Stayin' up with a pit drip is sure really keen. Chorus: But med school ain't easy. It's nasty and it's borin', It's four years hard workin' And God I'm almost done Coastin', toastin' at social affairs, Big intern parties, I've even slicked down ma hair. Selective electives they all are all right, Sure is a pleasure to go home at night. Chorus: But med school ain't easy. It's hard, it's drudgery, It's four years of hard workin', But it's great when you come to the end. A lone balladeer sang our tale o'woe. Oh the many year, but still did we go. And when now he sang, Rapidly, all did we go . . . The day ended with urgency, frequency, coffee and ASA. Amen. 21