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

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Freshmen ‘THE sweetness lasted about 15 hours. Tuesday morning we were greeted by a gentlemen who had prepared for us, we were to discover, a personally conducted tour through the alimentary canal. Transportation was by personal Krebs cycles. After a brief “Good morning, gentlemen,” transfusions for pens were the order of the day. For some P. Chem was a new experience; for all Dr. Brown was. The thrill of the early morning’s rising soon began to dissipate...

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WE ENTERED the mausoleum with mixed thoughts. We felt a strange foreboding—our new white lab coats were matched in pallor by our physiognomies as we attached our- selves beside the crypts. We were to be awed and chagrined by their contents many times in the future. We strode to class through myriads of electrical equipment, plaster and paint— a symbol which was to follow us for years to come. Our schedules were stringent; fiancees became distant acquaint- ances. We knew the sword was posed to strike. Each of us knew they were out to get him and him alone. Friends became enemies, and minutia was the agenda for the night. Midnight oil was the perpetually burning fuel. Strangely, as the year passed our vocabulary grew, and facts found their way into the cerebrum. Such things as desoxyribose nucleic acid, arachadonic acid, and Kreb’s cycles were digested and reguritated with pride. A few thought they knew a lymphocyte from a monocyte—alas, they shall be missed There were those among us who heeded the advice of the prophet, spending Saturday night in amusing relaxation, and Sunday morning in ingesting the contents of the pharmaco- poeia so that the edematous brain could attempt to function later that day. Strange persons were encountered along the way—gar- goyles and fiends at the time, but later proven allies. There was he of the fats; and the “gorgeous one’; and of course the acme of the paranoids, to whom slides were more cher- ished than wife and family. There was the little man from Heidelburg who made physiology both fascinating and mani- fest—and untold others. We had survived the first onslaught —we were battered but not beaten—but of the future? Freshman Class— 1953 Abels, Gene Harland Abrams, Jerome Sanford Aiken, Donald James Alldredge, Beverly Ann Allen, William Antine, Bartley Evert Ashbaugh, David George Ashby, Milton Eberhardt Atanasoff, Gerald Joseph Aus tin, Robert Charlton Baab, Robert Orr Beallo, Allen Beargie, Robert Anthony Bellios, Nicholas Bernlohr, Paul Keck Blackwood, John, Jr. Bock, Joseph John Bond, William Edward Bradrick, Ralph Duane Brant, Ruth Helena Brown, John Robert Burkhart, Charles Andrew Cape, Richard Frederick Casey, Charles Griffith Chaney, Samuel Allen Coleman, John Frederick Collier, Richard Lee Collins, Irene Louise Cooper, Lyon Cox, Frederick Manson Crowe, Franklin Willis Davis, Norman Dierksheide, Eugene Dozer, William Ellis Elderbrock, William Burley Ellick, Lawrence Robert Emrick, Robert J. Epps, Robert Lee Eymann, Russell John Fasola, Alfred Francis Fishman, Harvey Lyons Fitz, David Alphonse Fouty, William Joseph Fox, Thomas Andrew Frederic, Myron Wayne Freedy, Robert Joseph Freese, Marcus James Funkhouser, James William Ganz, Matthew Barnett Garrison, Robert Essie Goldfarb, Theodore George