Ohio State University College of Medicine - Caducean Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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Foreword One year ago the graduating class of the Ohio State University College of Medicine published the first volume of the CADUCEAN—a yearbook devoted entirely to the activities of the College and the asso- ciated School of Nursing. Despite many handicaps, Grover Swoyer, editor of the 1946 CADUCEAN pro- duced a book which was a credit to the school it represented and worthy of perpetuation. The Class of 1947 accepts the challenge handed us by our pioneering predecessors. We are not jour- nalists—we do not profess to be—but if the 1947 CADUCEAN will benefit the College of Medicine in any way; and if it will inspire those who follow to make the CADUCEAN a permanent institution, then it will have served its purpose and will stand as an adequate memorial to the Class that published it. EDITOR Five

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Time: 19'72 Scene: Fireside Dr. Don M. Hosier Reminisces “Infinitely swift is the flight of time, as they see who look back at it.” SENECA °O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return’’ “How well I remember that day in January, 1944 when our class of 85 bewildered members first assembled! “What a varied and scared aggregation we were! Most of us were either in Army or Navy uniforms ... there were 17 civilians 5 of whom were girls . . . Connie Connors, Faith Cooper, Clotilde Dent (later to become Clotilde Bowen), Maryjo Roth and Martha Southard. There was Tony Enriquez-Navarro from Panama... and Cloe was the second negro woman ever to be admitted to the Ohio State Medical School. Faith Cooper and Al Day were former school teachers and Jack Riddle was a Ph.D. in bacteri- ology. There were Jews, Catholics and Protes- tants ... all strangers then . . . but soon to be classmates for four years of intensive study that brought us close together and finally made us colleagues in a profession that is bigger than race, creed or sect. “Acting Dean Baker was out of town so, Dr. Brown gave us a short welcoming speech before launching into a lecture about how much air we had breathed in our young lives. But despite ‘J. B.'s’ admonition that nobody who studied would flunk, there was an air of apprehension hanging over our first gathering as each to him- self wondered if he would be present four years later to receive his coveted ‘M.D.’ “Then came Dr. Knouff’s lecture on the four principles of Bichat ... it only lasted an hour and ten minutes . . . how misleading! “The greatest thrill of the freshman year, the unveiling of our cadavers in anatomy, was soon lost as the novelty wore off and was replaced by the drudgery of tedious dissection and the pun- gent odor of formalin. Even the posting of class standings became monotonous with Ray Brown always first. “There were many things I’ll never forget. . . the morning after Dr. Graves’ son was born he passed out cigarettes and it was during the war when they were hard to get ... Jack Riddle’s bursted appendix soon after the first quarter started ... our first attempts at venipuncture in Chemistry lab... Dr. Ruggy’s lecture on diabetes . our quartet of Dan Bloch, Paul Hatfield, Vic Emery and George Clauer singing ‘If I Had My Way’ to relieve the tension as we waited in the amphitheater to file into anatomy and neurology practicals . . . our diet survey ... Lew Ingram borrowing a dollar from each of us so he could go out to Washington to bring his bride home. . the treks over to the Bacteriology Building where venerable ‘Pappy’ Starin tried to teach us about microorganisms ... and the day in histol- ogy when Jack Wiltberger naively asked why all the cats in the neighborhood came around the house when his cat was in heat... our election of officers—Dad Huston was president, Jim Sim- mons vice-president and Martha Southard secre- tary. “But it wasn’t all studying and lab work... we took time out for a cigarette in the hall... or a “bull session” in the men’s room on the fourth floor where sitting ‘behind those swinging doors’ we usually found the faculty member who had been the object of our latest tirade ... there were fraternity rushing parties, initiation, house par- ties, poker games and dances .. . and the tradi- tional freshman picnic at the Graves’ country home where Bob Murnane entertained us with his unique sense of humor—and all the beer that was left over because Dr. Ruggy had undergone an appendectomy the night before. “The ASTP men were moved into barracks at Canfield Hall . . . Normandy was invaded the morning we took our second quarter Anatomy final .. . and in the blistering heat of late August, 1944 our freshman year ended.” Seven