Louisiana State University Shreveport Medical School - Pulse Yearbook (Shreveport, LA)

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Sophomores Early in September in the year of '72 Us students were a-gathering, at dear old LSU Fresh from a summer of leisure and fun Most were already wishing the sophomore year was done. But we were all there at registration time And Reggie Graves was a-waiting to take our last dime. Wandering around the lab at VA Shreveport Trying to urinate in that cup was something ofa sport. And then down to X-Ray, roll up on the screen The things so damn cold it makes you want to scream. Then into the line for the good doctor to examine With fingers up your anus, and you a damning, And finally they're through, they've got all that's required Your money, your blood, your urine, Oh Lord, you're tired. But that's when they do it, they lower the boom Wild Bill's in the lab, and he wants us there soon. Welcome back he said, then he passes out some bread, Then we sat agog while he called all those names from his head. That first semester was composed of pathology and micro And then them Wednesday classes, usually held on Toledo Albert and his gang had us laughing till we cried Then the first test, and Dr. Jekell dominated Mr. Hyde, And that's how it was, we had fun in path class But when tests came around, we'd get it in the . . Usually Alton lthe lancel vs. Albert lthe witl And try as he would, Alton usually lost it. Big Albert had more practice, he couldn't be beat But it kept Alton in class, which was a pretty good feat. But all in all, that ain't nothing compared to micro Emil and his crew have a long way to go, Most of the lectures were nice and full of info, But how they pertain to the real world, I'll never know. We had to memorize stuff, coming and going And that's a big difference, memorizing and knowing. But we all made it through, we even came to class We expected a McElroy curve, but it never came to pass. But all in all it was an outstanding feat And it earned for the department an honor real sweet lt was Emil and Dick right down to the line Would worms or viruses win the ROAD APPLE so fine? And in the end the viruses won it all And old Dick Jamison had to hang it on his wall. Long about this time we had a halloween ball land if you're thinking about that wording, it's not that kind at alll This one had costumes and all the frillies And most everyone there looked pretty damn silly There were bananas and ghosts, clowns and witches, Butterflys and weirdos, and Miller with no britches! But over them all, the true king of the night Wild Bill had on leotards, my God what a sight. Never let it be said that Buck's not on our side A Dean in that costume? I was satisfied!

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Suddenly micro was over, but path still drug on We started pharmacology and a semester was gone And twice a week into our class Juberg would march, with that pretty little lass While he ranted and raved about some genetic mess We watched Dr. Herzberg and eyed the length of her dress. Now old Juberg got attention too, when he spoke he could fly But how can you believe someone who has syphilis of the eye? Next rolled around a Christmas party for the whole school And like all the others, most people got drunk as a fool But Santa's the one, he was so inebriated He worked at the medulla level, pharmacologically de-cerebrated. The rest of that quarter flew by like a breeze Smith put it to us now and then, but we were used to C's. And then one day he told us, for everyone to hear There would be a party at Shakeys, and He would buy the beer. And what a party, oh how many were drunk Some said they liked pathology, and some said it stunk. But the party wasn't over when we walked from Shakey's door We gave Dr. Brown and pharmacology hell, till a quarter of four. .lust to smell that classroom, of alcohol it did reek Some folks slept, but old Joe got up to take a leak. Then we started medicine, little white coats and all We was some cool then, walking them Confederate halls Scared to death at first, then it finally sunk in The first test wasn't for a month and a half, what'll we do till then? But we kept busy, with something here or there And little things happened, some'which I can't share' Next was the midterm and a party for the class, The midterm was a ioke, we were happy iust to pass. But the party was great, we had crawfish galore But most important was the beer, that's what l went for. lt was a mild party, with a gentlemanly crew disturbing the peace said the cop, l'll lock up all of you. And over the next weeks, we continued on this way Minding our own business, but aggravating folks anyway. Take for instance the games of volleyball We had several run ins with a fellow named Paul. We disturbed him he said, with our little ole game Then we broke out a window, oh for shame, for shame! So he retaliated in a grown-up mature manner By chucking dirt clods at our windows, l swear on the Star Spangled Banner Tempers flared a little, but it didn't get any worse I certainly didn't want in it, to be hit with his purse. Let me wrap it up by saying we all got thru It was one hell of a year, that i972 And I think we owe Mike Trant a special salute sincere This yearbook's his baby, without him it wouIdn't be here. Now the fellows in New Orleans will have to scratch around To fill those four pages this year, something else must be found. 'editor's suggestion