Temple University School of Dentistry - Odontolog Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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 A WILD AND CRAZY YfcAK T’was the day that school started, our first day at TUDS. And the frat rats availed us. of parties and suds. Instruments were stacked by the lab seats with care. Waiting for students who soon would appear. We freshmen were gathered around in the lab. While Rick from Codesco explained what we had. Curettes, probes, explorers, that all looked the same, Were then sorted out, into drawers by their name. Into my locker went the rest of my gear. Which I wouldn’t see until my senior year. Each one of their forms. I filled out in a flash, I marked in the blanks, then went out to get smashedl And with my head wandering, hungover from beer, The second day started at dental school here. With the schedules all up, in our classes we wait, And we knew in a moment, we would meet the Saint. More rapid than caries, his lectures they came. And he laughed and shouted, as he called out each name. Here’s axial and lingual, then facial and buccal. Now distal and cervical. Hoi Gingival, pulpal! From the tip of the cusp to the top of the wall. He always would manage to confuse us all. A k v rtf lirn. Kart Lam in fko hart And he looked like a gardener with tools in his sack. His bald head would sparkle, his dimples aglow. And his cheeks how they shone, each class was a show. Many days would pass by that we’d hear from Rosett. As he passed around handouts to match his cassettes. He promised us that it was all in the tapes. But the tests seemed as though they were made up by apesl And then would come Furst with those extra thick glasses. It's no wonder that no one came to his classes. A strange question we asked of all classmates for him. To learn everyone's name, and settle right in. With McCrea teaching histo and filling my head, I soon came to know, that it’s classes I dread. He’d speak not a word, but typed tests with a smirk. And filled our slide boxes with plenty of work. As each day would end. we’d know where he goes. With a wink and a nod. he'd be off for Joe’s. A whole year we spent with that cheerful old guy. And I laugh when I think back, though I wonder why. The time flew by quickly, in fact, like a missle. As freshman we were sharp like a whistle. But I heard them proclaim as vacation drew near. YOU MAY BE DONE SOON. BUT WE LL GET YOU NEXT YEARII

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 lately it occurs to me . . . what a long strange trip it's been.

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ADMINIS Dr. Dale Roeck, Dean Theresa Ravert Theresa Martin KiiAx Bernice Gross I. Kim Marzer Dr. John L. Bomba, Asst. Dean