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

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... on 22, 1937 . . . one hundred and eleven of us started classes. Fifty-nine colleges had deposited us on Temple's doorstep where we were impressed by the names of the Pioneers in Medicine on the building’s facade and by the fact that Dr. Kolmer gets up at 4 A. M. to study. We had moved into flats, lodgings, boarding houses, apartments and many other sordid substitutes for Home. Everybody shook hands with everybody. The gregarious Jake Benson walked up to a nice young chap who was standing on the campus and said, Hi, chum, where do you hail from?” Why, I’m from Michigan,” his chum replied. Hey, that’s swell,” yelped Jake, I’m a . . . Blah Blah . . . (five minutes of this) . . . Well, so-Iong, kid, be seein’ you.” To which his newly found friend replied, Yes, I think you will, in anatomy class probably; my name’s Huber—Dr. Huber.” The grapevine met us p.d.q. and informed us that a mysterious they” were out to get us, that we’d never finish, that we’d better look sharply at our neighbor because he probably wouldn't be with us long. The knowledge we eagerly sought was to be granted. We were to learn, among other things, The bulletin board offered a clue to puzzled neophytes Kay Risk arrived at Broad Street Station Helen Crocker started her medical library with a small purchase

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It has been said that at all times in the practice of medicine there must be at least some men who are obsessed by the idea of creating beautiful things, which is its art, of improving social conditions, which is its philanthropy and righteousness and of discovering and disseminating truth, which is its science. Through men like this, medicine marches with the advance of civilization and so its destiny may be realized. We feel, as do all those fortunate enough to come within the amazing scope of his existence, that the realization of medical destiny need cause no anxiety as long as physicians the caliber of W. Edward Chamberlain are in evidence. To us, by his zest, boundless energy, unceasing diligence, progressive attitude, creative ability, multiplicity of interest and magnetic attraction, he is the epitome of living, ever-growing, yet constantly changing medicine. As an expression of admiration and in appreciation for colorful, stimulating and instructive interludes in the midst of an often distressing and tiring study, we hereby dedicate this text to W. Edward Chamberlain. we proudly dedicate this book.

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We started what was to become a daily exercise that shrimp and braised parsnips, found in the abdomen, suggest perforated ulcer; that patients are divided into three classes: the rich, the poor, and those who still have their tonsils; that pigs live longer if they don't make hogs of themselves; that without pepper and salt, the urine of diabetes insipidus is not as delicious as that of d. mel-litus; that there is no merit in getting any hot ideas, because the Germans, Himmelhoch and Piffeldorfcr, had the same ideas 22 years before. Many of us bought stacks of books and struggled home under them. One year later we were to crawl back with them and offer them for sale. After scanning the bulletin board for class schedules we allowed ourselves to be propelled, by sur- face tension, into the elevator which deposited us on the third floor. We entered the Auditorium, where we met as a group for the first time, to be greeted by Dr. Parkinson and part of his staff. There, four years later, the Freshman class was fortunate enough to convene and listen . . . The class met for the first time in the Auditorium