Rutgers Medical School - Aesculapian Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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ts. T, . Man is not a circle with a single center,- He is an ellipse with two foci. Facts are one, ideas are the other. Victor Hugo Les Miserables Vll PHYLLIS M. BARRAC KS ALAN J. BARNETT You try to grasp true happiness To make your life completeg You seek for it like beggars scrounging in the streets. Travelling across the miles, Wandering far and wide, You search the confines of hallowed places . . Happiness seems to hide. You lock yourself in rooms Pretending it be there, Singing and dancing in frenzy elusive, Even without care. Per chance you pause to look with inner sight You might all too soon construe, That the flame of happiness is kindled within, 'Tis the light of love in you. Paul D. Young Past: Central Branch Elementary School, Mico Practic- ing School, College of Arts, Science 8t Technology, University of the West Indies, Columbia University. Present: CMDNJ-Rutgers Medical School Future: Straight Medical Intern, Veterans Adminis- tration Hospital, Long Beach, California.

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Bronx High School of Science Dartmouth College A.B. Rutgers Medical School M.M.S. Rutgers Medical School M.D. Pediatric Residency: NYU University Medical Center- Bellevue Hospital Center xt Q it 152- b M'i:i 7i'ffE - .. .T . fort'-21. 1 ' f-'1rvz:'f'r '-T' 1' ' ' -1f'lyJQ:.7,- 'ffl 1 1' 1-A. If' ' Jig iw- - r--fi' mf , Ayglia. t SUSAN M. AMLER fnee Rosinskij RAY ANTON 1968 , 1972 1974 1976 :g:,.r5si.g.f.:f,a My heart leaps up when l behold A rainbow in the sky. ROBERT WILLIAM 'pil So was it when my life began, AMLER So is it now I am a man,- So be it when I shall grow old. Or let my die! The Child is father of the Man,- And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each in natural piety. Wm. Wordsworth, 1802 Dear friend, theory is all gray, And the golden tree of life is green. Goethe, 1801 After he had journeyed, . . A. And his feet were sore, A ' He came upon an orange grove And he rested. And he lay in the cool, And while he rested, he took to himself an orange and tasted it, And it was good. And he felt the earth to his spine, And he asked, and he saw the tree above him, and the stars, And the veins in the leaf, And the light, and the balance. And he saw magnificent perfection, Whereon he thought of himself in balance, And he knew he was. Just open your eyes, And realize, the way it's always been. Just open your mind And you will find The way it's always been. Just open your heart And that's a start. And he thought of those he angered, For he was not a violent man, And he thought of those he hurt For he was not a cruel man And he thought of those he frightened For he was not an evil man, And he understood. He understood himself. Upon this he saw that when he was of anger or knew hurt or felt fear, . lt was because he was not understanding, And he learned, compassion. And with his eye of compassion He saw his enemies like unto himselh And he learned love. Then, he was answered. And he was tired, sir ! L

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RUSSELL BEAVERS id I f I W, 194 I ANN BLACKWELL