Temple University School of Chiropody - Tempodian Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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CHIROPODY Ave, Templana Fifteen cavaliers astride. Fifteen steeds as white as snow. The Castle gates are open wide, The drawbridge down, but shall we go? An untrod plain before us calls, A bare and desolate expanse. Where quicksands menace him who falls And hordes of enemies advance. What lies beyond for us we cry And each faint heart leaps up inside. While foreign tears blind every eye As off we canter side by side. Oh, Temple, our alma mater dear, For glorious hours, we fondly yearn, We bid our farewell with a tear But with a smile we will return. C. E. W. Page Twenty-six

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Class History CHIROPODY £ W VVSSING years dull the keen edge of Memory. It is the purpose of this brief ! and somewhat inaccurate History to recall to you some of the important incidents which have occurred during our sojourn at Temple. These two years will be among the most important of our lives. During them we have laid the foundation for our careers—and for our futures. If this record brings back recollections of friendships made, battles lost and won, and some of the joys and pleasures of our association, your Historian shall feel that his efforts have not been in vain. It was on September 19, 1927, that twenty-two intrepid souls, members of the Junior Class, wended their way through subterranean passages to the Chiropody anteroom, there to begin a journey which was to end two years later at the coveted goal—Graduation and a Profession. We soon learned that this journey was not to be undertaken lightly. Many obstacles beset our path—obstacles which could be surmounted only by perseverance and close application to our work in classroom and clinic. Little time was lost in becoming organized as a class. Class officers were elected, and we began to take a prominent part in the activities of the school. By close association we developed a class spirit which was remarkable. Mid-Year examinations came and went. To some, they proved the value of long hours of study—to others they were a warning of the pitfalls waiting to catch the unwary. But our journey was not always over dangerous paths. Who among us can ever forget the pleasant hours we spent together between classes? Long after we have been graduated memories of newspaper bonfires. Slaw’s hourly pilgrimages, Besser’s imitations of anything imaginable—to mention only a few' incidents—will linger with us. Our first party—a banquet held February 14th, at Harry’s, w'as a rousing success. Wagner and Meehan’s rendition of “Two Little Pretty Birds”, was one of the many enjoyable features of that hectic evening. We enjoyed our first affair so much that on March 20th, a party was held at Maud Kraeber’s, which surpassed in enjoyment and entertainment all our previous efforts. During the last few months of the school term, time fairly flew. Day followed day, week followed week, and month followed month in such quick succession that all too soon the end of the school year approached. We held our hist party—a farewell banquet to which the Seniors were invited—then came final examinations and vacation. Thus we traveled the first half of our journey,—now rapidly and with ease, and again slowly and with difficulty, but always with our faces toward the coveted goal. Page Twenty-eight