New Jersey College of Medicine - Journal Yearbook (Jersey City, NJ)

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Amidst the shuffling of feet and the rattling of news- papers the clinical anatomy course provided our last contact with the department of anatomy and our first with the clinical divisions. Many profs communicated their displeasure with all the noise. The noise was the growling of our stomachs over a usurped lunch hour. Superb communication. Spring brought a metamorphosis. Clinical teaching at last. Our shiny new, black bags couldn't hold our most vital equipment: Dr. Schwartz's tome of directions and a street map of scenic northern jersey. Dawn patrols to Staten Island, pink enveloped attendance reminders, Kitty Wilson's adroitness with the projector. Still, like Ambroise Pare, we learned much from our travels in diverse places. L41-1 The overwhelming experience that was physical diag- nosis leaves little room in the memory for pharmacology and laboratory medicine. Marathon lectures amidst more feet shuffling and newspaper rattlingg repeated admoni- tions concerning our manners, attitude, and our fate on the wardsg but not one query as to the why of it. Dr. Mycek's exit from the final lecture summed it up for all of us. The National Board of Medical Examiners made but one gross error. It omitted the most obvious correct answer, So what?! Basic training was completed. We awaited the warfare of the wards. ,I l 5 l il

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For many, sophomore year began sometime in October 1966. The department of psychiatry supplied the nomen- clature for this phenomenon, repression. The department of microbiology supplied the reason. Photo finishes in our races against the system kept various local brewers and pharmaceutical houses solvent. The very wet hap- pening at the Polish Community Center signalled the end of that very dry period of our lives. Some people were considerably wetter than others. Much older and a little wiser we returned to pathology. Being on calli' for post mortems seemed a bit macabre and too many trips to East Orange ended with three liters of bile-stained ascitic fluid and a giant hepar, but we were ready for the final. It was a memorable occur- rence. Mayheeeew, Mayheeeewv was finally replaced by You'll Never Walk Alonel' as Number One on the charts.

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Like all Gaul, junior year was divided into three parts: East Orange, Newark and Elizabeth. In our oversized, overstarched, overwhite whites we dug out our well- wom Arrow street guide and set out to conquer. The feeling of less than overwhelming overconfidence due to the lack of departmental chairmen was more than offset by the efforts of the Rawson Theatre Group. Al- though productions of The job I Left Behind, Rally 'Round the Dean, Boys, and Research In the Attici' were well-received by the critics, attendance steadily declined. If there was one thing that could be said about all junior clerkships it was that no one thing could be said about all junior clerkships. Our roles varied from an integral one in-medicine to an unwanted one in psychia- try. Fostered by the Leevy surfacing maneuver, our curiosity about things medical extended into other areas. We pondered the value of writing orders and a plan, the value of night preceptors and the meaning of nolo contenderef' One thing we did not ponder was the role of The Chief sf, medical resident. A few floors away was the different world of surgery. After a week in the gas department and another in the cast department we came to appreciate Dr. Malfitan and Dr. Sadoflf Moving up- stairs, we found the domain of the Four Horsemen ill-prepared for the life academic. Everyone from the nurses to the janitors had a one-to-one relationship with the patients-everyone but us. But we were only students and to be ignored the patients had been in- formed. A few floors below, Dr. Margolis and Dr. Wilson taught neurology, and Dr. Deutsch single-handedly battled the combined forces of General Hershey to a draw. We watched and Dr. Cranich listened. In addition to a sound teaching service, pediatrics provided a glimpse of our surroundings for senior year. Despite that glimpse we were encouraged by the quantity and quality of the house staff Unfortunately, the house staff went the way of that eminent pediatric radiologist, C. Richard Weinberg, M.D. Obstetrics and gynecology provided the state with a tidy revenue in the form of gasoline tax, and us with pretty surroundings and a test of the rap- port between us and the private attendings. Some, on both sides, were unequal to the task.