Temple University School of Medicine - Skull Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Submitted to 7 ew York, “Tribune by Kingsley Roberts TIH IE AVERAGE AMERICAN IE IE ILII EVES: That all good doctors wear beards and oxford glasses attached to black ribbons. That all doctors make love to most women patients. That lovely neurotic patients with round heels are constantly pursuing personable physicians. That aspirin is a harmless drug which may be taken by women in large doses with impunity. That blowing the nose violently will remove foreign bodies from the eye That faulty functioning of the liver is the cause of most digestive disturbances. That any doctor who has studied in Europe must necessarily be a wizard. That a doctor if he wants to, can instantly sober up a drunk. That the American Medical Association is organized primarily for the oppression of any individual who makes a great therapeutic discovery. That every woman who undergoes a major surgical operation can never smile again. That doctors, while internes, arc forced to carry clubs to keep the amorous nurses from making life unbearable, and that the opportunity for doing this is what makes most women take up nursing. That during the course of an operation the blood accumulates on the floor to the depth of about two inches. That charity patients in the hospital are used for experimental purposes. That surgeons, because of the very nature of their calling, live lives apart, and should not be allowed to indulge in the more common forms of amusement. That should a surgeon take a cocktail and be called upon to operate, he would remove the heart instead of the appendix. That every time a doctor is called to the ’phone some woman is about to have a baby. That all ambulances, whenever they appear on the street, are rushing to save the life of some unfortunate, and that unless they get there at a rate of speed which endangers at least fifty per cent, of the people they will be too late. That all doctors' wives suffer acutely from jealousy. That all doctors some time in their careers use dope. J. A. M. A. T went 'Sevn

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Eagleville Sanatorium THE EAGLEVILLE SANATORIUM Eagleville Sanatorium was founded in 1909 by Dr. A. J. Cohen and his II associates. The site on which it is located comprises 76 acres, consisting of a modern hospital, a convalescent building, a children's pavilion, ten cottages for recu-perating patients, a nurses' training school with a nurses' home, as well as administration building, dining halls, power plants, etc. In Philadelphia in 1919 was organized the Eagleville Dispensary, located in its new building at Broad and Fitzwater Streets today, where patients are examined, studied, and classified and guided until their admission into the Sanatorium. Here, in addition, periodic examination and follow-up work is done on patients discharged from the Sanatorium. The Sanatorium today is one of the most modern and finest equipped in the country for the treatment of diseases of the chest. Everything is handled there, from the convalescing tuberculous patient to the one developing an acute surgical complication necessitating a major operation. It is probably best known for its work in the surgical treatment of tuberculosis. It was among the first in this country to test the efficacy of artificial pneumothorax and today this treatment is accepted the world over. In addition, when indicated, chest surgery is employed and the results from these treatments have proven their soundness. During the junior year Dr. Cohen gives a course of lectures on diseases of the chest and during the senior year the students are given the opportunity, in sections at the Sanatorium, to see for themselves the management and the Sanatorium treatment of tuberculosis. T urenty'Six

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RETALIATION List evening I was talking To a Doctor old and gray; He Cold me of a dream he had. 1 think 'twas Christmas Day. While snoozing in his office This vision came to view He saw an Angel enter. Dressed in garments white and new. Said the Angel. I'm from Heaven. The Lord just sent me down To bring you up to Glory And put on your golden crown. You’ve been a friend to everyone, You've worked hard night and day; You have doctored many thousands And from few received your pay. So we want you up in Glory. For you have labored hard. And the Good Lord is preparing Your eternal just reward. I've got a place to show you It's the hottest place in Hell, Where those that never paid you In torment always dwell. And behold the Doctor saw there His old patients by the score. He grabbed him up a chair and fan— He wanted nothing more. He was bound to sit and watch them As they’d sizzle, singe and burn. And his eyes would rest on debtors Whichever way he’d turn. Said the Angel, Come on. Doctor, The Golden Gate I sec. But the Doctor only murmured. This is Heaven enough for me. Then the Angel and the Doctor Started foi the Golden Gate. But when passing close to Hades The Angel murmured, Wait! He preferred to go no further, But preferred to sit and gaze At the crowd of rank old deadheads As they lay there in the blaze. Just then the Doctor's office clock Cuckooed the hour of seven And he awoke to find himself In neither Hell nor Heaven. Twenty-eight